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This choice: the invisible office boy the next morning • Go Back...Chapter #7the invisible office boy the next morning by: papshee   He really wasn't sure at what time it was but it must have been well past midnight if Mandy had returned from her date and he thought he had heard about 7 hourly news cycles since Shelly had departed earlier. It took him a good hour before his crumpled body regained enough strength to lift up the heavy oak desk off his body enough so he could slide out from under. He flipped the radio back on briefly to find out what time it really was and was not surprised to hear it was already 3 am. Knowing the door was locked he futilely tried it anyway hoping to make his escape. He knew if he were to get caught in her private office in the morning that there would be some " 'xplaining' to do and maybe even to the police. Standing upright he would surely be discovered, but if he assumed a position on the floor he laughed as he thought he would again apparently 'turn invisible' again. To be on the safe side he figured that under her desk would be the best just in case. Bev always got in the office at 6 am which was about 3 hours away, time enough to do some scrounging for food as he only got scraps of his macerated lunch and no dinner and he was starved. He hated to resort to this but he needed to go through Bev's desk in hopes that she might have a candy bar or a bag of chips stashed away somewhere. He had already checked her trash can for edibles and there was nothing but paper etc. He very carefully checked each drawer so as not to disturb anything and leave a telltale presence that someone had gone through her desk and nothing so far that was the least bit edible. He opened the last bottom drawer and all he found in it was an old pair of sneakers that she apparently kept in there for emergencies. He was resigned to give up and starve when he noticed that the tread of her running shoes were caked with debris. Desperately despite the odor that emanated from inside the shoe, he examined the bottoms of her shoes carefully and noticed what could be a squashed piece of chocolate tucked in in the little arch between the sole and the heel. He figured that if he could eat a lunch that had been trampled by half the ladies in the office, and have all 30 women wipe the heels and soles of their shoes on his tongue during the 4 minute evaluations on his tongue, say nothing of considering putting his dentures back in his mouth after what they had been through; what was a little unknown street debris mixed in with a nourishing piece of candy going to make any difference. As he chewed the stale piece of chocolate it was certainly very gritty but it was going to have to last until morning. He now thought more of the expensive set of dentures that had been kicked around and stepped on by Bev, each of the ladies in the office, and even Bev's daughter. He found the upper set easy enough and wondered where the lowers had ended up. He peaked under the door and was lucky enough to spot them just on the other side of the door to her office. He tried sliding his fingers under the door but the space between the door and the floor made it just barely out of reach. He mentally took an inventory of the items that he had discovered that he had access to and came up with a plan to retrieve his denture. It was very elaborate but he had a couple of hours left. First he would use the shoe laces in the running shoes to capture the plastic, but he would have to think of away to project a loop of the shoelace out far enough (about 14"). He unlaced the shoes and tied one end of each lace to the top eyelet of each shoe. He then fashioned a launcher with a rubber band, paper clip, and a ruler. Next he used a pencil underneath the near end of the ruler to give his 'lasso' enough lift to get over its target. The only draw back of this whole contraption was that in order to position and aim he had to get so close to the opening of those stinkin' tennies that the smell from them made his eyes water and it was difficult to aim and required several attempts until he thought he was going to go blind with the chemical assault as his nose had to be almost inside the awful things to get the proper position. Finally the mission was accomplished and it was after 5 am now and he would need to hurry to get everything back in the exact place he got them including the unusual lacing in those stinky shoes of hers. He decided to stash his dentures somewhere safe. Finding a safe place in her locked office indeed presented a challenge. The only objects in the room were her desk, chair, waste can and a well trampled rug. He thought about taping it the underside of one of these objects but did not think the cheap scotch tape she had would hold it in place very long. Despite the smell of those shoes he had never seen Bev wear them and reluctantly decided that this was the only safe place he could think of. This done, he now had just a few minutes left before Bev was due in. He was in the process of sliding under the cramped space. The desk was massive (maybe 14' long) and was more than enough to hide his 6' length but unfortunately it was only about 7" clearance in the lowest part. It meant slow going as he had to lift the desk up (300 pounds) and inch his way under. He was making progress and had just gotten about half way when he heard her door unlock and he froze. He had hoped he would have gotten farther so his face would no longer be her target stool, but it was too late now. He would have to remain motionless at this point. His arms were still extended outwards exposing his hands to potential damage from anyone walking near her desk, but any movement now might prove disastrous. From underneath the desk he noticed as she approached that she was wearing the same shoes that she was wearing when she went home with and also had the same smudge on her ankle that was there last night. Of course coming in this early after such a late night a little hygiene had to be compromised. She stood at her desk for a minute before she sat down. He feared that somehow he had not gotten something in the right place and had made her suspicious as she just seemed to stand there not saying a word and not getting into her morning routine. With a heel poised on either side of his exposed hand near her chair he was wondering if she noticed his hand and was in a quandary about what to do next considering whether she should call the police etc. He watched as she slowly lifted her right foot and moved it closer and it hovered it over his fingers. Then she slowly lowered it down as if she was testing the foreign object. His fear was relieved somewhat as she put more and more weight on her foot and ultimately his hand until she was standing full weight with her heel smashing his index finger and the sole of her shoe pressing firmly on his wrist. She remained there still for such a long time until he picked up the faint sounds of her cell phone receiving text messages. Who in the world could she be texting at 6 am he mused and remembered the late night call from what could have been her boyfriend and began to consider the possibility that her lover might be in a different time zone, which would explain this and the fact she had to diddle herself last night as he recalled the fact that she forced her raunchy panties down his throat. Ah well, at least he wasn't getting yelled at. He quickly noticed that her shoes were soaking wet and had mud stains as she must have stepped in a puddle on her way in. As she remained standing there he noticed the puddles of water collecting around his hand. It must have been quite a puddle that she had to wade through. His hand was numb by now as she finally stepped aside a rolled her chair out and prepared to close in as she scooted her legs in cutting him off from the outside world. Her heels planted themselves into his face as she used them as an anchor to roll her chair forward. After he got used to the stabbing pain she bestowed he was grateful for the trickle of water that moistened his lips as she parked her heels on his face. He was so parched he kept his mouth open and tongue out to clean the dirty moist liquid oozing from her shoe. He became rigid when he noticed her opening the bottom drawer. The only thing in that drawer was her old smelly running shoes She couldn't keep any thing else in that drawer because of the smell. He knew he was in trouble now as she was sure to find his hidden dentures. He dreaded the moment as she dragged them out but quickly placed them on the floor under the desk right next to his face. Even she didn't want unnecessary exposure to them. Next the old routine of using his eye sockets to pry off her heels. She however allowed a few minutes to let her feet dry as she rubbed her wet on his face drying them off. He guessed that she thought his face was the end of expensive little rug she had in front of her desk. No matter, he thought he enjoyed the added moisture that came off her feet. They did smell horrific but his thirst over came his objections as he allowed her to rub her toes on his dry tongue. He heard her rustle a paper bag and then heard a disgusted comment about the Egg McMuffin she had that they put cheese on against her request. She attempted to throw it in the garbage, missed, and kicked it under her desk because with that huge puddle in front of the building she just about had it and was in a lousy mood. There was absolutely no way to get in the office this morning without wading 8 feet through ankle deep water. She probably ruined her heels another $900 down the drain and the stupid guy down in the lobby at the mini-MacDonalds couldn't get a simple order right. She would have him come up here and fetch it himself when he brought up her correct order. (the manager was a personal friend of hers).Her attitude was uncharacteristically nasty as she then decided to use the ill prepared sandwich to finish drying off her feet.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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