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December 7, 2011
First Review - Head Above Water
I am ECSTATIC!!!! If I had some money I would give it to you (but, alas, I don't so - sorry).
The first review for my upcoming novel, Head Above Water, has come in, courtesy of Ms. Kim Bailey, and it was more than I had anticipated it to be. I was nervous to even open the email but, now that I have, I'm on cloud 9. Check it:
"I have to tell you, I'm an avid reader and book clubber and I have never read a book like this. There's so much detail and imagination! I can appreciate that it was a love story sprinkled with a little science fiction. I'm not really into romance novels honestly, but this book worked for me; mostly because I could relate to the characters and bits and pieces of Darryl and Leena's relationship. Who hasn't been crazy in love at least once in their life?
I was able to imagine each and every character from the protagonists to the DLI employees. You did a great job making everyone's personalities seem so realistic. My favorite parts were the constant thoughts of Darryl and Leena. It was amazing how they were both thinking and feeling the same things almost simultaneously. Every thought was riddled with emotion and it made me want to keep reading to find out what would happen next. The ending was an unexpected, but nice surprise! I totally was not prepared for that. At. All.
Overall I think you did an excellent job! There's love, drama, sex, dysfunction, death and the afterlife. What more can one ask for in one book?"
Thanks again to Ms. Bailey for taking the time to read and review my work; MUCH APPRECIATED.
Head Above Water will be released on 12.22.11 - the first day of Winter - on Smashwords, Kindle, Nook and iTunes. Be sure to get your copy!!
The first review for my upcoming novel, Head Above Water, has come in, courtesy of Ms. Kim Bailey, and it was more than I had anticipated it to be. I was nervous to even open the email but, now that I have, I'm on cloud 9. Check it:
"I have to tell you, I'm an avid reader and book clubber and I have never read a book like this. There's so much detail and imagination! I can appreciate that it was a love story sprinkled with a little science fiction. I'm not really into romance novels honestly, but this book worked for me; mostly because I could relate to the characters and bits and pieces of Darryl and Leena's relationship. Who hasn't been crazy in love at least once in their life?
I was able to imagine each and every character from the protagonists to the DLI employees. You did a great job making everyone's personalities seem so realistic. My favorite parts were the constant thoughts of Darryl and Leena. It was amazing how they were both thinking and feeling the same things almost simultaneously. Every thought was riddled with emotion and it made me want to keep reading to find out what would happen next. The ending was an unexpected, but nice surprise! I totally was not prepared for that. At. All.
Overall I think you did an excellent job! There's love, drama, sex, dysfunction, death and the afterlife. What more can one ask for in one book?"
Thanks again to Ms. Bailey for taking the time to read and review my work; MUCH APPRECIATED.
Head Above Water will be released on 12.22.11 - the first day of Winter - on Smashwords, Kindle, Nook and iTunes. Be sure to get your copy!!
November 28, 2011
Support Four Debut Authors Promo And Contest
Support Four Debut Authors and Snag $125!
Four books
Two Days
Great Prizes
With this contest, there is something for everyone and it’s SO simple to be in on the winning!
On November 28 and/or 29, purchase 1 or all 4 of the debut author’s books listed here. Then forward proof of purchase (the receipt Amazon sends you will do just fine) to : motionsrider@yahoo.ca and get up to 4 entries into a draw for a $100 Amazon gift card!
It’s that easy, no reviews, no hoops to jump through. Just a great .99 book or two. Or three or four. AND, if the person who wins the $100 Amazon Gift Card has purchased all 4 books, an additional $25 Amazon Gift Card will be awarded to the winner!
On top of that, 2 random commenter’s picked from 2 of our participating blogs will receive $5 gift Amazon gift cards . So, be sure to leave a comment and let us know what you think of the promo, the books, or the authors.
Winners will be chosen randomly, one entry per person, per book.
All winners will be announced on December 7th on Wringing Out Words (http://shannonmayer.blogspot.com)
“Between” by Cyndi Tefft
It just figures that the love of Lindsey Water's life isn't alive at all, but the grim reaper, complete with a dimpled smile, and Scottish accent.
After transporting souls to heaven for the last 300 years, Aiden MacRae has all but given up on finding the one whose love will redeem him and allow him entry through the pearly gates.
Torn between her growing attraction to Aiden and heaven's siren song, Lindsey must learn the hard way whether love really can transcend all boundaries.
Link: http://www.amazon.com/Between-ebook/d...
“Until Dawn: Last Light” by Jennifer Simas
When darkness falls, whose side will you be on?
For the past six years, Zoë has been anything but “normal.” Struggling to accept her immortality and thrown into a war that’s been waging in the shadows for over a thousand years, Zoë must now become who she was meant to be, joining the other Chosen to save what’s left of humanity. When the endless night falls over the Earth, will she be able to save the one man who reminds her of what it is to be human, or will it be too late?
Until Dawn: Last Light is a story of death and despair, love and longing, hope and hopelessness, and the ability to survive and keep going even when it seems impossible – when you want nothing more than to give up.
Link- http://www.amazon.com/Until-Dawn-Last...
“The Kayson Cycle” by Jonathan D. Allen
A stranger enters a dying town and makes a desperate plea…
The Kayson Cycle introduces the Kayson Brothers, a pair of faith healers who once wowed crowds in a traveling show but went their separate ways after a night in which a healing took a dark turn. Jeffrey Kayson disappeared into the wilderness and William Kayson, wracked by guilt, moved to the failing mining town of Calico Hills to build a nice, quiet life – one that has lasted for over ten years.
His quiet, predictable life crumbles when a mysterious stranger walks into his tavern bearing a proposal to find his long-lost brother and do the one thing that William has sworn to never do again - have his brother heal a woman. William soon learns that he can’t escape his family – or his destiny.
Includes an exclusive sample chapter of The Corridors of the Dead. Please note that this is a Kindle Single, and around 6,000 words in length.
Link: http://www.amazon.com/The-Kayson-Cycl...
“Sundered” by Shannon Mayer
A miracle drug, Nevermore, spreads like wildfire throughout the world allowing people to eat what they want, and still lose weight. It is everything the human population has ever dreamed of and Mara is no different. Only a simple twist of fate stops her from taking Nevermore.
As the weeks roll by, it becomes apparent that Nevermore is not the miracle it claimed. A true to life nightmare, the drug steals the very essence that makes up humanity and unleashes a new and deadly species on the world that is bent on filling its belly. Locked down within their small farm home, Mara and her husband Sebastian struggle against increasingly bad odds, fighting off marauders and monsters alike.
But Sebastian carries a dark secret, one that more than threatens to tear them apart, it threatens to destroy them both and the love they have for each other.
Now Mara must make the ultimate choice. Will she live for love, or will she live to survive?
Link: http://www.amazon.com/Sundered-Neverm...
Four books
Two Days
Great Prizes
With this contest, there is something for everyone and it’s SO simple to be in on the winning!
On November 28 and/or 29, purchase 1 or all 4 of the debut author’s books listed here. Then forward proof of purchase (the receipt Amazon sends you will do just fine) to : motionsrider@yahoo.ca and get up to 4 entries into a draw for a $100 Amazon gift card!
It’s that easy, no reviews, no hoops to jump through. Just a great .99 book or two. Or three or four. AND, if the person who wins the $100 Amazon Gift Card has purchased all 4 books, an additional $25 Amazon Gift Card will be awarded to the winner!
On top of that, 2 random commenter’s picked from 2 of our participating blogs will receive $5 gift Amazon gift cards . So, be sure to leave a comment and let us know what you think of the promo, the books, or the authors.
Winners will be chosen randomly, one entry per person, per book.
All winners will be announced on December 7th on Wringing Out Words (http://shannonmayer.blogspot.com)
“Between” by Cyndi Tefft
It just figures that the love of Lindsey Water's life isn't alive at all, but the grim reaper, complete with a dimpled smile, and Scottish accent.
After transporting souls to heaven for the last 300 years, Aiden MacRae has all but given up on finding the one whose love will redeem him and allow him entry through the pearly gates.
Torn between her growing attraction to Aiden and heaven's siren song, Lindsey must learn the hard way whether love really can transcend all boundaries.
Link: http://www.amazon.com/Between-ebook/d...
“Until Dawn: Last Light” by Jennifer Simas
When darkness falls, whose side will you be on?
For the past six years, Zoë has been anything but “normal.” Struggling to accept her immortality and thrown into a war that’s been waging in the shadows for over a thousand years, Zoë must now become who she was meant to be, joining the other Chosen to save what’s left of humanity. When the endless night falls over the Earth, will she be able to save the one man who reminds her of what it is to be human, or will it be too late?
Until Dawn: Last Light is a story of death and despair, love and longing, hope and hopelessness, and the ability to survive and keep going even when it seems impossible – when you want nothing more than to give up.
Link- http://www.amazon.com/Until-Dawn-Last...
“The Kayson Cycle” by Jonathan D. Allen
A stranger enters a dying town and makes a desperate plea…
The Kayson Cycle introduces the Kayson Brothers, a pair of faith healers who once wowed crowds in a traveling show but went their separate ways after a night in which a healing took a dark turn. Jeffrey Kayson disappeared into the wilderness and William Kayson, wracked by guilt, moved to the failing mining town of Calico Hills to build a nice, quiet life – one that has lasted for over ten years.
His quiet, predictable life crumbles when a mysterious stranger walks into his tavern bearing a proposal to find his long-lost brother and do the one thing that William has sworn to never do again - have his brother heal a woman. William soon learns that he can’t escape his family – or his destiny.
Includes an exclusive sample chapter of The Corridors of the Dead. Please note that this is a Kindle Single, and around 6,000 words in length.
Link: http://www.amazon.com/The-Kayson-Cycl...
“Sundered” by Shannon Mayer
A miracle drug, Nevermore, spreads like wildfire throughout the world allowing people to eat what they want, and still lose weight. It is everything the human population has ever dreamed of and Mara is no different. Only a simple twist of fate stops her from taking Nevermore.
As the weeks roll by, it becomes apparent that Nevermore is not the miracle it claimed. A true to life nightmare, the drug steals the very essence that makes up humanity and unleashes a new and deadly species on the world that is bent on filling its belly. Locked down within their small farm home, Mara and her husband Sebastian struggle against increasingly bad odds, fighting off marauders and monsters alike.
But Sebastian carries a dark secret, one that more than threatens to tear them apart, it threatens to destroy them both and the love they have for each other.
Now Mara must make the ultimate choice. Will she live for love, or will she live to survive?
Link: http://www.amazon.com/Sundered-Neverm...
November 17, 2011
Poetry Challenge #5 - Love
Artist: Demetrice Prince
Title: Love Lost
I wake up thinking of you
I fall asleep
thinking of you...
The space in between
is filled with emptiness
and unspoken
broken promises
that were never made
shall never come to pass
My heart calls for you
but hears not a sound
except for the breaking
of itself
The tearing of its soul
As it once was...
alone
It is again...
half of a whole
Artist: Benjamin Jones
Title: Untitled
So beautiful but capable of so much pain
We all go through it again and again
We rack our brains, sometimes in vain
Trying to catch lightning in a bottle can be a strain
It's a cruel game, driving one insane
For one peek at the sun we stand in the rain
The one thing I have of real value that remains
I want to give to her, my last name
I don't know how to explain
She doesn't believe it but we were made for each other
For me there can never be another
I said the wrong things and my words they cut her
She got so angry that when she tried to talk she began to stutter
Tears ran down her cheeks and out loud she wondered
How could you love me with the words that you just uttered?
I said nothing. Stunned silence. I had no words to say
Before I knew it she was out the door, my love had ran away
I called and left her messages every night and every day
Saying that it couldn't be over, with me she had to stay
Now I have no other options, there's nothing left to do but pray
For one more face to face opportunity to say....
I love you.
Artist: Varrsity
Title: Untitled
Love is profitable, lucrative, and commercial
damaging my wallet
even more damaging to my optics
Beauty shouldn't cost money
But every time I stare at you,
My orbs
would explore with fascination
with no explanation
I applied for the job
now wishing you would have ignored my application.
Why should I have to splurge on these Man Made Holidays?
First, its the Hallmark cards: Those aren't my words
but you cherish them and claim that my poetry is boring
every time I recite, I peep you yawning.
Then its the box of chocolates that sit idle in a box that's heart shaped
wait,
I thought you were allergic?
Third, a dinner and a movie,
taking overpriced pictures in the booth
with hopes that they come out perfect
while the entire time I'm hoping that you notice that I'm perfect
not literally, but figuratively
I wish you knew the old me.
I'm not saying that I was a dog and all
but never before had i allowed a woman
to stress me out to the point where I'm constantly popping Tylenol.
You pick fights, and like a dummy, I try to make up
By buying you more bullshit
that will eventually end up in the back of the closet
collecting dust
I've had enough.
Call me AFTER the holiday
and most definitely not on my payday.
Love is profitable.
Love spelled backwards is EVOL (Evil)
and it can leave you miserable.
Artist: Julie Harris
Title: Untitled
Sitting in a room,
Someone says the word
"love."
Inevitably,
Some will blush,
Some only think of mush.
That's what being "in love"
Should be
Or at least
By Fairy Tale Standards.
But let's start showing love for real,
Not only on good days,
But when we feel
Like sayin
"I can't stand you
Or the things you do,
You chew too
Freakin loud!"
Sometimes love is being
Curled up in the bed
Surrounded by tissues
Coughing, sick, all kinds of other issues,
But they're bringing you
Chicken noodle soup,
Keeping Maury in the loop
On your DVR.
Maybe love tells you
Exactly what you need to hear,
Even if you don't like it.
Love wipes your tears,
Calms your fears,
Love is being comfortable.
True love makes you better.
It helps you weather the storms.
And there will be storms...
Maybe she does make you mad.
But, does she make you laugh?
Do you want to tell her whenever
Anything happens,
Good or bad?
Do you want to be 75,
Still always seeing her smile?
Can you imagine aruging with anyone else?
Love isn't that fairy tale.
Not always mushy stuff.
Just both of you,
Curled up on separate ends of the couch with pens and paper
With a glass of wine
On a Saturday night
Writing your respective genres
Watching the fight.
*that's love*
Title: Love Lost
I wake up thinking of you
I fall asleep
thinking of you...
The space in between
is filled with emptiness
and unspoken
broken promises
that were never made
shall never come to pass
My heart calls for you
but hears not a sound
except for the breaking
of itself
The tearing of its soul
As it once was...
alone
It is again...
half of a whole
Artist: Benjamin Jones
Title: Untitled
So beautiful but capable of so much pain
We all go through it again and again
We rack our brains, sometimes in vain
Trying to catch lightning in a bottle can be a strain
It's a cruel game, driving one insane
For one peek at the sun we stand in the rain
The one thing I have of real value that remains
I want to give to her, my last name
I don't know how to explain
She doesn't believe it but we were made for each other
For me there can never be another
I said the wrong things and my words they cut her
She got so angry that when she tried to talk she began to stutter
Tears ran down her cheeks and out loud she wondered
How could you love me with the words that you just uttered?
I said nothing. Stunned silence. I had no words to say
Before I knew it she was out the door, my love had ran away
I called and left her messages every night and every day
Saying that it couldn't be over, with me she had to stay
Now I have no other options, there's nothing left to do but pray
For one more face to face opportunity to say....
I love you.
Artist: Varrsity
Title: Untitled
Love is profitable, lucrative, and commercial
damaging my wallet
even more damaging to my optics
Beauty shouldn't cost money
But every time I stare at you,
My orbs
would explore with fascination
with no explanation
I applied for the job
now wishing you would have ignored my application.
Why should I have to splurge on these Man Made Holidays?
First, its the Hallmark cards: Those aren't my words
but you cherish them and claim that my poetry is boring
every time I recite, I peep you yawning.
Then its the box of chocolates that sit idle in a box that's heart shaped
wait,
I thought you were allergic?
Third, a dinner and a movie,
taking overpriced pictures in the booth
with hopes that they come out perfect
while the entire time I'm hoping that you notice that I'm perfect
not literally, but figuratively
I wish you knew the old me.
I'm not saying that I was a dog and all
but never before had i allowed a woman
to stress me out to the point where I'm constantly popping Tylenol.
You pick fights, and like a dummy, I try to make up
By buying you more bullshit
that will eventually end up in the back of the closet
collecting dust
I've had enough.
Call me AFTER the holiday
and most definitely not on my payday.
Love is profitable.
Love spelled backwards is EVOL (Evil)
and it can leave you miserable.
Artist: Julie Harris
Title: Untitled
Sitting in a room,
Someone says the word
"love."
Inevitably,
Some will blush,
Some only think of mush.
That's what being "in love"
Should be
Or at least
By Fairy Tale Standards.
But let's start showing love for real,
Not only on good days,
But when we feel
Like sayin
"I can't stand you
Or the things you do,
You chew too
Freakin loud!"
Sometimes love is being
Curled up in the bed
Surrounded by tissues
Coughing, sick, all kinds of other issues,
But they're bringing you
Chicken noodle soup,
Keeping Maury in the loop
On your DVR.
Maybe love tells you
Exactly what you need to hear,
Even if you don't like it.
Love wipes your tears,
Calms your fears,
Love is being comfortable.
True love makes you better.
It helps you weather the storms.
And there will be storms...
Maybe she does make you mad.
But, does she make you laugh?
Do you want to tell her whenever
Anything happens,
Good or bad?
Do you want to be 75,
Still always seeing her smile?
Can you imagine aruging with anyone else?
Love isn't that fairy tale.
Not always mushy stuff.
Just both of you,
Curled up on separate ends of the couch with pens and paper
With a glass of wine
On a Saturday night
Writing your respective genres
Watching the fight.
*that's love*
November 3, 2011
Poetry Challenge #4 - Haiku
Let's Rekindle by Varrsity
Once sworn to secrecy
years later, and I'm still in love
Can we repeat past history?
Untitled by Demetrice Prince
Waiting for a sign
I can't wait any longer
Running out of time
Missed Opportunity by Benjamin Jones
Fly across the sky
Sending love over the miles
One That Got Away
Untitled by Julie Harris
Seeing what could be...
Holding on to a small dream...
Hoping I move you.
Once sworn to secrecy
years later, and I'm still in love
Can we repeat past history?
Untitled by Demetrice Prince
Waiting for a sign
I can't wait any longer
Running out of time
Missed Opportunity by Benjamin Jones
Fly across the sky
Sending love over the miles
One That Got Away
Untitled by Julie Harris
Seeing what could be...
Holding on to a small dream...
Hoping I move you.
Poetry Challenge #3 - Music
Untitled by Julie Harris
I feel this love affair
Has always been there,
Waiting for me as long as I remember.
This beautiful relationship
Is perfectly tailored to fit.
Sometimes, it wraps me
In beautiful symphonies,
Leaving behind flowing melodies,
Giving me peace,
Letting me breathe.
After moments pass, it lets me groove to its rhythm,
Move to its beat.
Rising my body heat,
Igniting my fire,
Providing desire,
Surrounding me
With sensuality
And passion.
Then, when I need to release my tears,
it takes me in its loving embrace,
Giving me solace,
Relieving my fears,
Holding me near,
Then giving me strength
To carry on.
Its saved my life,
Almost literally prying the knife
From my hand,
Making me promise not to try again.
You find it difficult to believe
The depth of this love is true
It won't leave or deceive,
this romance
Has only enhanced
My soul.
One button...
One push...
My flow...
The drums...
The lines...
The rhymes...
I don't just listen.
I don't just play.
This is more real...
Because it makes me FEEL.
It's my love.
It's my music.
Untitled by Demetrice Prince
Music helps me unwind.
It brings sanity to my otherwise insane mind.
Taking me away from this wretched place.
And putting a smile on my once sullen face.
It's always been like that since day one.
And 29 years later me and music are still on one hell of a run.
I started out listening to music on the block.
The very first song I ever heard was Run-DMC's King of Rock.
"I'm the king of rock there is none higher,
Sucka MC's should call me sire,
To burn my kingdom you must use fire,
I won't stop rockin' til I retire!"
From that point on I was like a fish on a hook.
Those simple words put together changed my whole outlook.
Music has and always will be apart of my life.
It's my refuge, my getaway from strife.
It's been there when I've needed it most
That in itself is a claim few people could ever boast.
Unlike some music has never turned its back and walked away,
Nor has anything caused its opinion of me to ever sway.
You will never seperate me and music
To see that it doesnt take a whiz
Because it's like that and that's the way it is!
Music by Varrsity
No Radio, No T.V
No Ipod, No CD.
Give me a head nod if you agree
Our bodies can be the drums
Our panting can be the background singers.
The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor
Zippers unzipped
I'm pitching a tent
Let me easily slide inside of your body
house my utensil without me paying rent.
I'll admit, I never paid for sex
and I'd be damn if I were to start now.
We can become vowels
Choice (A)
(I)
can (E)at
before (U) preview my (O) face
or Choice (B)
we can become consonants and imagine we're on different continents
making love while the ocean sings the chorus
kisses so passionate it will sound like the audience is clapping
giving us a standing ovation
My performance should win an award
Thrusting deeper, flesh against flesh
music at its best
Headboard slamming against the wall
Music
Your whispers turned moans of passion, asking me to give you my all
Music
The sound of my flesh colliding against your skin
Music
The sound of your wetness as I swim to the deep end
Music
We can make our own soundtrack
and overplay it
each track being our favorite
Live in the moment, so savor it
Your song inspired this poem
I love when we're making Music
We don't need technology
All we need
Is you and Me!
Symphony in K Minor by Benjamin Jones
My favorite piece of music
Created eleven years ago with a little help from me
Was a wonderful little girl, a gem
The name we decided to call you was Kennedy
From the day of your birth
I have listened to your song
Knowing that as your mind and body grew
So, too, your symphony would continue to grow strong
I never know that I could craft such a wonderful instrument
The best parts of me giving life to you
I am such a big fan of your music
It's always honest, never tainted, beautiful, always true.
Even when you're not in my sight
Your music stays on my mind
I know that one day your melody will change the world
like it continues to change me
all in due time.
I feel this love affair
Has always been there,
Waiting for me as long as I remember.
This beautiful relationship
Is perfectly tailored to fit.
Sometimes, it wraps me
In beautiful symphonies,
Leaving behind flowing melodies,
Giving me peace,
Letting me breathe.
After moments pass, it lets me groove to its rhythm,
Move to its beat.
Rising my body heat,
Igniting my fire,
Providing desire,
Surrounding me
With sensuality
And passion.
Then, when I need to release my tears,
it takes me in its loving embrace,
Giving me solace,
Relieving my fears,
Holding me near,
Then giving me strength
To carry on.
Its saved my life,
Almost literally prying the knife
From my hand,
Making me promise not to try again.
You find it difficult to believe
The depth of this love is true
It won't leave or deceive,
this romance
Has only enhanced
My soul.
One button...
One push...
My flow...
The drums...
The lines...
The rhymes...
I don't just listen.
I don't just play.
This is more real...
Because it makes me FEEL.
It's my love.
It's my music.
Untitled by Demetrice Prince
Music helps me unwind.
It brings sanity to my otherwise insane mind.
Taking me away from this wretched place.
And putting a smile on my once sullen face.
It's always been like that since day one.
And 29 years later me and music are still on one hell of a run.
I started out listening to music on the block.
The very first song I ever heard was Run-DMC's King of Rock.
"I'm the king of rock there is none higher,
Sucka MC's should call me sire,
To burn my kingdom you must use fire,
I won't stop rockin' til I retire!"
From that point on I was like a fish on a hook.
Those simple words put together changed my whole outlook.
Music has and always will be apart of my life.
It's my refuge, my getaway from strife.
It's been there when I've needed it most
That in itself is a claim few people could ever boast.
Unlike some music has never turned its back and walked away,
Nor has anything caused its opinion of me to ever sway.
You will never seperate me and music
To see that it doesnt take a whiz
Because it's like that and that's the way it is!
Music by Varrsity
No Radio, No T.V
No Ipod, No CD.
Give me a head nod if you agree
Our bodies can be the drums
Our panting can be the background singers.
The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor
Zippers unzipped
I'm pitching a tent
Let me easily slide inside of your body
house my utensil without me paying rent.
I'll admit, I never paid for sex
and I'd be damn if I were to start now.
We can become vowels
Choice (A)
(I)
can (E)at
before (U) preview my (O) face
or Choice (B)
we can become consonants and imagine we're on different continents
making love while the ocean sings the chorus
kisses so passionate it will sound like the audience is clapping
giving us a standing ovation
My performance should win an award
Thrusting deeper, flesh against flesh
music at its best
Headboard slamming against the wall
Music
Your whispers turned moans of passion, asking me to give you my all
Music
The sound of my flesh colliding against your skin
Music
The sound of your wetness as I swim to the deep end
Music
We can make our own soundtrack
and overplay it
each track being our favorite
Live in the moment, so savor it
Your song inspired this poem
I love when we're making Music
We don't need technology
All we need
Is you and Me!
Symphony in K Minor by Benjamin Jones
My favorite piece of music
Created eleven years ago with a little help from me
Was a wonderful little girl, a gem
The name we decided to call you was Kennedy
From the day of your birth
I have listened to your song
Knowing that as your mind and body grew
So, too, your symphony would continue to grow strong
I never know that I could craft such a wonderful instrument
The best parts of me giving life to you
I am such a big fan of your music
It's always honest, never tainted, beautiful, always true.
Even when you're not in my sight
Your music stays on my mind
I know that one day your melody will change the world
like it continues to change me
all in due time.
October 19, 2011
Poetry Challenge #2 - Alcoholism
Poetry Challenge #2:
Title: Attempt at Rehab
Writer: Varrsity
Hello everyone…………this should be fun
While greeting the group
I gave a fake smile, followed by a wave
Honestly, I don’t know why I’m here
Oh wait…because the bottle holds me hostage, I’m alcohol’s slave
Don’t shed tears, pour beer on my grave
So the maggots who will eat my flesh
Can taste what led me here.
I’m compulsive and I intake an uncontrolled consumption
Liquor is the reason why I’m not fit to be a husband
This chemical dependency
Never leaves me feeling empty
When people try to befriend me
I ignore them until my bottle is consumed in its entirety
No one will hire me because the bottle admires me.
Inebriated, intoxicated, beyond wasted
Is how my days are spent.
Blotto, the headlines will read
“Ex role model had an unnerving addiction, it was his
Over the counter prescription and often slurred his diction
And made him sound like he had a speech impediment.”
Blame my social environment, stress, and my family history
Blame genetics, it’s in me
The blood of alcoholics runs thru my veins
I find it hard to maintain when problems and worry
Plague the brain.
A physical and mental strain,
We all need something to make us feel sane.
Why am I here anyway?
Rehab is for quitters,
Losers,
Cowards,
And pessimists
I’m optimistic about what appears in my glass.
This is closure, my confession is over, I feel weird being sober
I at least need to be tipsy.
------What time does the bar open and who is coming with me?
Title: "I've seen your addiction affect your life in the following ways..."
Writer: Julie Harris
Naw, man, this ain't no intervention.
This addiction that you call an affliction, or even a sickness,
Has affected everyone around you.
I see it as a weakness,
That you let surround you.
You wake up with a bottle in your hand,
Now only a shadow of the man
You once were.
Knowing how to keep your "secret,"
Almost becomes a game,
You have no shame,
Taking a shot of peppermint schnapps,
As you're being stopped by the cops,
Hoping it masks the smell.
When will you begin to think
One more drink
Will make you lose it all?
How far do you have to fall?
Doesn't it cross your mind,
When your kids don't eat,
To admit that you're weak?
Blacking out every night,
You beat on your wife
Within an inch of her life,
Then turn to your daughter,
Now her face so swole, her eyes can't even water.
Wake up in the morning, askin what hit her,
Can't remember a thing, but just blame it on the liquor.
You can't even drink for fun anymore...
Without it, your body gets sore.
You start to shake, sweat,
Then you beg and plead for more.
It's your habit,
And you got the nerve to talk about the crack addict.
Like you're better, because you don't shoot, snort, or smoke.
You're not better, that's all just a joke.
Your body is deteriorating, but you can't stop.
That puddle of urine you're soaked in every morning,
That's just a warning.
The rest of your body will start to fail,
You're trapped in your own private jail,
Because even when you're dying, you can't quit,
Probably be buried with your bottle.
No, this isn't an interention,
I'm releasing some tension
Hoping you get the lesson
Before it's too late....
But maybe...
You've already sealed your fate.
Title: Untitled
Writer: Demetrice Prince
Thoughts flow rapidly through the mind.
Through all the chaos stupidity emerges as king.
Feelings of self-pity are all too common.
Look in the mirror.
What do you see?
A shadow of what was and can never again be.
Look closer...
I'm here for you.
Stare into my gaze.
Let me take away all the pain.
Let me take away the hurt.
Crumbling and decayed is your body,
Let me take away the hurt.
Take me in your hands.
Caress me with throbbing fingers.
Tell me I'm the only one,
That we'll never part.
I'm with you until the end.
Say you love me.
You can never leave me!
I'm just too good to you.
Hold me and feel the power!
Lift me up....
Now drink!
Drink ur worries away.
Let me take away all that ails you.
Let me take you to places you've never dreamt of going....
Drink.
Drink.
Drink.
Title: Untitled
Writer: Benjamin Jones
A drink to kill the pain
Numbness to the world
Hear me tell it I do it to live
It's a lie
A coward's way to commit suicide
Slow and steady like clockwork
One drink leads to another bottle
Shake it up, swirl it around
Drink it up, swallow it down
Keep drinkin' until I drowned
I don't know how to stop
I couldn't even if I tried
Ny fate has been sealed
Pierced with multiple colored and flavored bullets
Internally bleeding to death
Dying one shot at a time
Cheers!
Title: Attempt at Rehab
Writer: Varrsity
Hello everyone…………this should be fun
While greeting the group
I gave a fake smile, followed by a wave
Honestly, I don’t know why I’m here
Oh wait…because the bottle holds me hostage, I’m alcohol’s slave
Don’t shed tears, pour beer on my grave
So the maggots who will eat my flesh
Can taste what led me here.
I’m compulsive and I intake an uncontrolled consumption
Liquor is the reason why I’m not fit to be a husband
This chemical dependency
Never leaves me feeling empty
When people try to befriend me
I ignore them until my bottle is consumed in its entirety
No one will hire me because the bottle admires me.
Inebriated, intoxicated, beyond wasted
Is how my days are spent.
Blotto, the headlines will read
“Ex role model had an unnerving addiction, it was his
Over the counter prescription and often slurred his diction
And made him sound like he had a speech impediment.”
Blame my social environment, stress, and my family history
Blame genetics, it’s in me
The blood of alcoholics runs thru my veins
I find it hard to maintain when problems and worry
Plague the brain.
A physical and mental strain,
We all need something to make us feel sane.
Why am I here anyway?
Rehab is for quitters,
Losers,
Cowards,
And pessimists
I’m optimistic about what appears in my glass.
This is closure, my confession is over, I feel weird being sober
I at least need to be tipsy.
------What time does the bar open and who is coming with me?
Title: "I've seen your addiction affect your life in the following ways..."
Writer: Julie Harris
Naw, man, this ain't no intervention.
This addiction that you call an affliction, or even a sickness,
Has affected everyone around you.
I see it as a weakness,
That you let surround you.
You wake up with a bottle in your hand,
Now only a shadow of the man
You once were.
Knowing how to keep your "secret,"
Almost becomes a game,
You have no shame,
Taking a shot of peppermint schnapps,
As you're being stopped by the cops,
Hoping it masks the smell.
When will you begin to think
One more drink
Will make you lose it all?
How far do you have to fall?
Doesn't it cross your mind,
When your kids don't eat,
To admit that you're weak?
Blacking out every night,
You beat on your wife
Within an inch of her life,
Then turn to your daughter,
Now her face so swole, her eyes can't even water.
Wake up in the morning, askin what hit her,
Can't remember a thing, but just blame it on the liquor.
You can't even drink for fun anymore...
Without it, your body gets sore.
You start to shake, sweat,
Then you beg and plead for more.
It's your habit,
And you got the nerve to talk about the crack addict.
Like you're better, because you don't shoot, snort, or smoke.
You're not better, that's all just a joke.
Your body is deteriorating, but you can't stop.
That puddle of urine you're soaked in every morning,
That's just a warning.
The rest of your body will start to fail,
You're trapped in your own private jail,
Because even when you're dying, you can't quit,
Probably be buried with your bottle.
No, this isn't an interention,
I'm releasing some tension
Hoping you get the lesson
Before it's too late....
But maybe...
You've already sealed your fate.
Title: Untitled
Writer: Demetrice Prince
Thoughts flow rapidly through the mind.
Through all the chaos stupidity emerges as king.
Feelings of self-pity are all too common.
Look in the mirror.
What do you see?
A shadow of what was and can never again be.
Look closer...
I'm here for you.
Stare into my gaze.
Let me take away all the pain.
Let me take away the hurt.
Crumbling and decayed is your body,
Let me take away the hurt.
Take me in your hands.
Caress me with throbbing fingers.
Tell me I'm the only one,
That we'll never part.
I'm with you until the end.
Say you love me.
You can never leave me!
I'm just too good to you.
Hold me and feel the power!
Lift me up....
Now drink!
Drink ur worries away.
Let me take away all that ails you.
Let me take you to places you've never dreamt of going....
Drink.
Drink.
Drink.
Title: Untitled
Writer: Benjamin Jones
A drink to kill the pain
Numbness to the world
Hear me tell it I do it to live
It's a lie
A coward's way to commit suicide
Slow and steady like clockwork
One drink leads to another bottle
Shake it up, swirl it around
Drink it up, swallow it down
Keep drinkin' until I drowned
I don't know how to stop
I couldn't even if I tried
Ny fate has been sealed
Pierced with multiple colored and flavored bullets
Internally bleeding to death
Dying one shot at a time
Cheers!
Poetry Challenge #1 - Social Media
Three of my writing pals and I decided to engage in a poetry challenge each week and I'm going to start highlighting them on my blog. Our first challenge was social media and below are each of our poems. Read through and please comment!
Title: Social Media
Writer: Benjamin Jones
Social media
The best and worst of a technological dream
A place comprised of funhouse mirrors where hardly anyone are as real as they seem
A place for the lost and lonely
Who inside feel ugly and awash in infinite shades of black and blue
So they sculpt a better version of themselves online
A click of a mouse and everything is colorful and grand and new
For others it’s a place to connect with their peers
To learn from the other authors and photographers and rappers in the world
Whose dream it is to just to be able to matter to a single boy or girl
It’s an open bar of sorts
A place to vent or watch or laugh at any time
Where there’s always someone to talk to and the possibilities are sublime
A key to unlock the world
What once was far is only a “friending” or “following” away
A genie that has been let out of the bottle
A way to change your life every single day.
Title: Social Media Junkie...or people we all know for real...
Writer: Julie Harris
You're not on Facebook or Twitter?
Man, what are you thinkin?
How do you keep in touch?
When do you catch up on the details
From the lives of all your
Family and friends and such?
Me? Please... I wake up and check
Every single site that I'm on,
I'm even looking right now as we speak.
Wait, is that girl's status about me?
Did you know those two were dating?
Did that girl take a pic of her cheek?
I'm not distracted, I completely remember
Exactly where our conversation
Was about to go...
I was just asking you about your...
Hold up, who just tagged me?
Ugh, someone I barely even know!
By the way, what does it mean,
When, after two months,
My man's status still says "single?"
He checks his page all the time,
So he probably forgot,
But what if it means he still mingles?
Back to what you were saying,
Um... what WERE you saying?
Oh, just give me some more time.
I just got three new followers,
So I HAVE to follow back.
I don't want them to think I'm unkind.
No, I don't know them for "real,"
But, all of these followers
Are truly my friends.
We share happiness and trials,
And everything personal,
And all the silly topics that trend!
Wow, my cousin just had her third kid
I think that she blocked me, though,
Because I can't see her page.
Did I tell you I spoke with my great aunt today?
It's been too long since we've talked,
She's getting up there in age.
I hate when people keep poking me.
Feels like harassment,
Do you think I should sue?
Take a walk in my shoes,
And constantly get poked...
What do you think YOU would do?
Oh, YEAH... Back to you and your life,
Tell me what's going on,
Since I can't look it up on the net.
Did you just ask me to lunch,
So we can talk face to face?
Sure, I guess that I can do that.
Let me put down my phone,
And log off these sites,
I can't tell you how long it's been.
I walk slowly out the door,
A tear rolls down my cheek...
"Don't worry, I'll come back again."
Title: Untitled
Writer: Demetrice Prince
Internet availability...
Institutionalized chaos!
We log on and assume we know so many
Followers...
Friends...
Fans...
Yet some of us barely know who we really are.
Title: All Damn
Writer: Varrsity
With the past, I dwell
I met her in a chat room on A.O.L
Ever since, I’ve been under her spell
I loved her like a Victoria Secret scent, at least I think I do.
I found myself longing for her fragrance
Slaving for her aroma
Impatiently wanting to meet up
So I can decipher these feelings….
Will we be deeply in love, or cheaply in lust?
The more we chatted on A.O.L
The more my interest grew,
Rushing to the keyboard every day after school
And be stuck
Finger clutched on the letters
As if my fingertips were equipped with glue.
On Blackplanet she would always sign my guestbook
With heart shaped pictures
And she even put in her profile that
Her hobbies were talking to me and reading literature.
I figured, that she was the one
But I was only 17
So how could I know what “The One” was?
I just knew, because
I got to know her
She was my Pen Pal
In the form of instant messages and emails
I shared my life with her,
Broke everything down in detail.
Enough of the bullshit I told her
I get my license in August
I past the road test
But parallel parking was the hardest
So can we meet up right before school starts back?
My mom works 3rd shift
So on the weekends she likes to sleep in
We can meet halfway
Because I’m pretty good at driving on the Freeway
I even made a few mixtapes to stop the boredom of the long ride
Email me back, let me know what you decide.
It was only a few minutes but it seemed like a month
Before I finally got a response
It was a colorful background
With a bigger font than normal.
“Sure, I’m looking forward to meeting you
After pleasant introductions, we can do
Any and every thing you want to do.”
I will be wearing a red shirt with some tight jeans
The mall parking lot, say around 4:15.”
I was all smiles
I packed my bag and prepared to tackle these miles.
After a nervous ride, I finally arrived
Looking for a red shirt and pair of sexy legs covered
By tight jeans.
No one fit the description
So I went to a payphone to page her
On her pager.
After walking back to the car
A man pulled up next to me,
Rolled his window down
And said
“You’re not from around here, you seem lost.”
“Yea, I was looking for a friend.”
“A friend you say? Red shirt and tight jeans. Look at the time, it’s 4:15”
I wanted to kick,
Scream
Cry,
Fight,
Run,
Put the pedal to the metal and speed off,
I wanted to be awaken from this nightmare
But I was frozen with disbelief
Blurred vision due to the tears forming
Heart beating in an unnatural rhythm
Beads of sweat forming on my forehead
“You don’t look happy to see me” he stated with a smile
“I’ve been waiting on this moment for a while.”
I started the ignition,
Put the car in drive
And sped off
Feeling like an idiot
For believing that she was the girl of my dreams
When in reality
She wasn’t a she
She was a HE!
All Damn, for the past few months I’ve been getting close to a man
Telling him my most intimate secrets,
Talking dirty to someone
Who has a penis
I disgust myself
Traumatized because of social networking
I may need some professional help.
All Damn!!!
Title: Social Media
Writer: Benjamin Jones
Social media
The best and worst of a technological dream
A place comprised of funhouse mirrors where hardly anyone are as real as they seem
A place for the lost and lonely
Who inside feel ugly and awash in infinite shades of black and blue
So they sculpt a better version of themselves online
A click of a mouse and everything is colorful and grand and new
For others it’s a place to connect with their peers
To learn from the other authors and photographers and rappers in the world
Whose dream it is to just to be able to matter to a single boy or girl
It’s an open bar of sorts
A place to vent or watch or laugh at any time
Where there’s always someone to talk to and the possibilities are sublime
A key to unlock the world
What once was far is only a “friending” or “following” away
A genie that has been let out of the bottle
A way to change your life every single day.
Title: Social Media Junkie...or people we all know for real...
Writer: Julie Harris
You're not on Facebook or Twitter?
Man, what are you thinkin?
How do you keep in touch?
When do you catch up on the details
From the lives of all your
Family and friends and such?
Me? Please... I wake up and check
Every single site that I'm on,
I'm even looking right now as we speak.
Wait, is that girl's status about me?
Did you know those two were dating?
Did that girl take a pic of her cheek?
I'm not distracted, I completely remember
Exactly where our conversation
Was about to go...
I was just asking you about your...
Hold up, who just tagged me?
Ugh, someone I barely even know!
By the way, what does it mean,
When, after two months,
My man's status still says "single?"
He checks his page all the time,
So he probably forgot,
But what if it means he still mingles?
Back to what you were saying,
Um... what WERE you saying?
Oh, just give me some more time.
I just got three new followers,
So I HAVE to follow back.
I don't want them to think I'm unkind.
No, I don't know them for "real,"
But, all of these followers
Are truly my friends.
We share happiness and trials,
And everything personal,
And all the silly topics that trend!
Wow, my cousin just had her third kid
I think that she blocked me, though,
Because I can't see her page.
Did I tell you I spoke with my great aunt today?
It's been too long since we've talked,
She's getting up there in age.
I hate when people keep poking me.
Feels like harassment,
Do you think I should sue?
Take a walk in my shoes,
And constantly get poked...
What do you think YOU would do?
Oh, YEAH... Back to you and your life,
Tell me what's going on,
Since I can't look it up on the net.
Did you just ask me to lunch,
So we can talk face to face?
Sure, I guess that I can do that.
Let me put down my phone,
And log off these sites,
I can't tell you how long it's been.
I walk slowly out the door,
A tear rolls down my cheek...
"Don't worry, I'll come back again."
Title: Untitled
Writer: Demetrice Prince
Internet availability...
Institutionalized chaos!
We log on and assume we know so many
Followers...
Friends...
Fans...
Yet some of us barely know who we really are.
Title: All Damn
Writer: Varrsity
With the past, I dwell
I met her in a chat room on A.O.L
Ever since, I’ve been under her spell
I loved her like a Victoria Secret scent, at least I think I do.
I found myself longing for her fragrance
Slaving for her aroma
Impatiently wanting to meet up
So I can decipher these feelings….
Will we be deeply in love, or cheaply in lust?
The more we chatted on A.O.L
The more my interest grew,
Rushing to the keyboard every day after school
And be stuck
Finger clutched on the letters
As if my fingertips were equipped with glue.
On Blackplanet she would always sign my guestbook
With heart shaped pictures
And she even put in her profile that
Her hobbies were talking to me and reading literature.
I figured, that she was the one
But I was only 17
So how could I know what “The One” was?
I just knew, because
I got to know her
She was my Pen Pal
In the form of instant messages and emails
I shared my life with her,
Broke everything down in detail.
Enough of the bullshit I told her
I get my license in August
I past the road test
But parallel parking was the hardest
So can we meet up right before school starts back?
My mom works 3rd shift
So on the weekends she likes to sleep in
We can meet halfway
Because I’m pretty good at driving on the Freeway
I even made a few mixtapes to stop the boredom of the long ride
Email me back, let me know what you decide.
It was only a few minutes but it seemed like a month
Before I finally got a response
It was a colorful background
With a bigger font than normal.
“Sure, I’m looking forward to meeting you
After pleasant introductions, we can do
Any and every thing you want to do.”
I will be wearing a red shirt with some tight jeans
The mall parking lot, say around 4:15.”
I was all smiles
I packed my bag and prepared to tackle these miles.
After a nervous ride, I finally arrived
Looking for a red shirt and pair of sexy legs covered
By tight jeans.
No one fit the description
So I went to a payphone to page her
On her pager.
After walking back to the car
A man pulled up next to me,
Rolled his window down
And said
“You’re not from around here, you seem lost.”
“Yea, I was looking for a friend.”
“A friend you say? Red shirt and tight jeans. Look at the time, it’s 4:15”
I wanted to kick,
Scream
Cry,
Fight,
Run,
Put the pedal to the metal and speed off,
I wanted to be awaken from this nightmare
But I was frozen with disbelief
Blurred vision due to the tears forming
Heart beating in an unnatural rhythm
Beads of sweat forming on my forehead
“You don’t look happy to see me” he stated with a smile
“I’ve been waiting on this moment for a while.”
I started the ignition,
Put the car in drive
And sped off
Feeling like an idiot
For believing that she was the girl of my dreams
When in reality
She wasn’t a she
She was a HE!
All Damn, for the past few months I’ve been getting close to a man
Telling him my most intimate secrets,
Talking dirty to someone
Who has a penis
I disgust myself
Traumatized because of social networking
I may need some professional help.
All Damn!!!
October 7, 2011
Short Story Review - Who Run It? by S.A. Payne
Welcome back. Time for another review, this time of a short story instead of a book, but it's all good. This review is for Who Run It? by S.A. Payne which, if you didn't read it when it was first profiled on my site you can read it at http://benjaminjoneswrites.weebly.com... .
Who Run It? is a tale about sexual harassment in the workplace, something that happens probably a bit more frequently than you think. The story revolves around a young man named Clinton who is engaged to be married and is also on the rise at his job. Everything is good until Tabatha, his boss, decides to make him her new plaything at work. Clinton is a good man deep down but it doesn't take long before his strong will is tested.
I don't want to spoil the story for the reader so I won't go into too much detail but I will say that I thoroughly enjoyed reading the story and the twists at the end which tied everything together. The characters are easy to relate to and the ending is very honest and believable.
I can't wait to read more from Ms. Payne! You can find more about her and her work at http://aprilraynestories.webs.com
Who Run It? is a tale about sexual harassment in the workplace, something that happens probably a bit more frequently than you think. The story revolves around a young man named Clinton who is engaged to be married and is also on the rise at his job. Everything is good until Tabatha, his boss, decides to make him her new plaything at work. Clinton is a good man deep down but it doesn't take long before his strong will is tested.
I don't want to spoil the story for the reader so I won't go into too much detail but I will say that I thoroughly enjoyed reading the story and the twists at the end which tied everything together. The characters are easy to relate to and the ending is very honest and believable.
I can't wait to read more from Ms. Payne! You can find more about her and her work at http://aprilraynestories.webs.com
September 27, 2011
Fundraiser
I decided to try a fundraiser to raise the funds to get my book Head Above Water printed up. The cost of this service, for 100 copies, is approximately $574 so that's the goal I'm trying to reach. If I can get 574 people to donate one dollar then I'll be giddy beyond all belief. Of course, if you want to give more, I won't turn it down. :-)
About Head Above Water: Head Above Water is actually the first novel that I ever wrote, way before my work on Humanity's Ultimate Battle (H.U.B.). It's a romance book with a touch of "fantasy" elements added in; I like to call it an adult fairy tale. The book begs the question: how much would you sacrifice to be with the one you love?
What does your donation get you? Everyone who donates, be it $1.00 or $100.00, gets their name and hometown in the acknowledgement section of the book which is a pretty cool thing to see. How often do you get to see your name in a book? I know!! Plus every donor will receive a free copy of the ebook before it drops in December.
My goal is to raise the money, or as much of it as I can, by January 15th, 2012. The e-book of Head Above Water is coming out on December 22, 2011 so I would like to have the physical book soon after or, depending on how fast I can raise the money, possibly able to release it on the same day as the e-book.
How can you donate? I'm glad you asked. Visit http://benjaminjoneswrites.weebly.com... where you'll be able to donate as little or as much as you'd like via Paypal.
If you have questions please do not hesitate to shoot me an email at ben(at)whatishub.net
Thank you in advance for your donations!
Ben.
About Head Above Water: Head Above Water is actually the first novel that I ever wrote, way before my work on Humanity's Ultimate Battle (H.U.B.). It's a romance book with a touch of "fantasy" elements added in; I like to call it an adult fairy tale. The book begs the question: how much would you sacrifice to be with the one you love?
What does your donation get you? Everyone who donates, be it $1.00 or $100.00, gets their name and hometown in the acknowledgement section of the book which is a pretty cool thing to see. How often do you get to see your name in a book? I know!! Plus every donor will receive a free copy of the ebook before it drops in December.
My goal is to raise the money, or as much of it as I can, by January 15th, 2012. The e-book of Head Above Water is coming out on December 22, 2011 so I would like to have the physical book soon after or, depending on how fast I can raise the money, possibly able to release it on the same day as the e-book.
How can you donate? I'm glad you asked. Visit http://benjaminjoneswrites.weebly.com... where you'll be able to donate as little or as much as you'd like via Paypal.
If you have questions please do not hesitate to shoot me an email at ben(at)whatishub.net
Thank you in advance for your donations!
Ben.
September 15, 2011
Short Story Spotlight - Who Run It?
Today's post is a special one, not that the rest aren't but you know what I'm saying! This post is a WORLD PREMIERE of the short story entitled Who Run It? by my good writing pal S. A. Payne (which is also going to be included on The Clan of The Flying Pens book coming early next year *shameless plug* http://www.theclanoftheflyingpens.wee... *shameless plug ends**
So, check it out and be sure to Tweet and Like it or else! You can find more info about the lovely S.A. Payne by visiting her site at http://aprilraynestories.webs.com So, without further ado, I present to you Who Run It?:
Who Run It? by S.A. Payne
One missed call. Then another. Then another
Clinton glanced down at his blackberry. They were becoming harder and harder for him to ignore. Already there were three missed calls in the hour since they sat down for dinner.
"I'll be right back ok babe, I have to take this call."
"Honey what's wrong?"
"Nothing it's just the office. That contract with Arbor Automotive is about to close. Accounting may need authorization for the funds transfer."
"Hurry back ok? Dessert is coming and we still haven't told my parents the big news."
Clinton kissed his fiancée on the forehead then excused himself from the table. As he walked away she began boasting to her parents about how her man has sealed the deal on Barrett Industries most lucrative distribution contract. There was something in her voice, his sweet Tessa that Clinton could never figure out. All he knew was that it carried his future in its song. Dinner with his future in-laws was far more important than keeping his fucking job. Tonight, Clinton decided to finally put a stop to it. Things had gone on long enough.
Stepping out into the smothering humidity of the late August night, Clinton shivered at the thought of dialing the number back. That she-devil on the other end of the line would never take no for an answer. After the phone rang only one time, a voice on the other end released hell into Clinton's life once again. They spoke these three words.
"Who run it?"
Job Well Done
"Last week I was invited to tour the Arbor Automotive distribution facility in Woodbridge, Virginia. I must say that I was very impressed. The assembly line is state of the art and the owners of the company are dying for the opportunity to be affiliated with Barrett Industries. I truly feel that this move will solidify BI's standing in the automotive industry. Once the deal is closed, we will be on top once again, where we belong."
Clinton breathed a sigh of relief as he finished his presentation. The board immediately began discussing the proposal among each other and from what he could tell they were just as excited about the prospect as he was. However, Barrett Industries new CEO seemed to be less than enthused.
She was the executive assistant and right hand to the lovely Mrs. MI ‘Lynda Barrett before becoming interim CEO. From the buzz around BI headquarters, the new CEO was more than capable of stepping into the position. She was the only person besides Mi'risa Barrett who could keep the business running at the same standards set forth by its founder, Robert Barrett. Unfortunately Mrs. Barrett was killed in a tragic car accident three months ago. It was a huge loss not only to the company, but also to the state of Maryland. Mrs. Barrett's name was at the top of the donor list in every Democratic politician's brief case.
"Thank you for that impressive presentation Clinton. Well done, very well done." said the CEO. Risk management still has to go over the facts and figures. However from what I see, this looks very promising. If there's no more business to discuss, this meeting is adjourned."
Five months of hard work had most certainly paid off thought Clinton.
All Systems Go
The board members mingled while enjoying the refreshments provided by Carolina Kitchen. Clinton was to busy shaking hands and accepting congratulations on his first multi million dollar contract to notice her watching. Later, as the conference room emptied, the CEO made it her point to linger behind the others. She didn't plan on approaching him this way but there was something about the way he delivered his presentation that gave her a silent thrill. Soft, subtle hints will do for now she told herself. However, the love below was throbbing at the anticipation of penetration. Just the thought of finding a new playmate so soon after the last one quit made her moist. No more married ones she told herself. That shit always turns nasty in the end.
"Fucking wives need to learn how to share."
"Excuse me, did you say something?" asked Clinton.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did. May I speak with you for a moment? In private please."
"Parks, we can hook up for drinks later. Don't try to play broke either. You still owe me for the last round." Clinton wrapped up his conversation with Terrence Parks, BI's head of parts distribution, and then returned to the grand conference room.
The CEO walked over and closed the double doors behind the board members as they left. She made it a point to close the blinds because prying eyes would be the last thing she wanted. Although voyeurism was one of her favorite games to play, she would save that baby for another time.
The Set Up
"Have a seat Clinton" she said as she positioned herself on the edge of the conference room table. "I've heard nothing but praise from your supervisors about how hard you've been working to close this account but I couldn't let this slide. Out of respect for you and the rest of the team, I decided not to bring this up in the meeting. First let me ask you this question, how long have you been an employee at BI?"
"It will be 3 years in 2 months Ms. Livingston."
"Please, call me Tabitha. I insist."
"Ok uh, Tabitha"
Clinton was not at all comfortable being alone this way with the CEO. Most of the men that worked on the executive floor had many sexually charged conversations about the new CEO. Most of which could land them in jail for even thinking half the things they dreamed about doing. Either with or without her consent. The favorite seemed to be giving her oral pleasure during one of her infamous bitch outs. That's what they called it when she was reprimanding one of BI's subsidiaries via conference calls. Her raised voice could be heard all the way down the executive corridor even through closed doors. The last thing Clinton needed was for some jackass to be spreading rumors about him and the boss.
"Clinton, you've been on our team long enough to know that here at BI we strive for excellence in the business world. We also demand as much of it, if not more from our employees."
"Yes ma'am, I was hired under Mr. Barrett. The intern program here is brutal. It reminded me of when I pledged for BLANK back in college."
Clinton let out a chuckle but swallowed it back down. The response he received from her, which was none, lead him to believe that whatever it was she wanted to discuss had to be serious.
"As I was saying, there seems to be something missing from your report."
Clinton was stunned. After a year of courting Arbor then another five months of preparations, this can't be happening. The boss was known for hiring then firing in less than a week if expectations weren't met. Was he the next casualty?
Flustered
"Something missing? I assure you that I was thorough in my research and preparation Ms. Livingston, I mean Tabitha."
Tabitha opened the proposal then slid the file across the table to Clinton. Sitting on the edge of the heavy mahogany conference table, she crossed her legs revealing a royal blue, lace garter belt stretched around a peach colored thigh. Clinton couldn't help but raise his eyes to where her thighs met in the middle. A patch of dark, brown colored hairs peeked from in between. He began to perspire on his upper lip as she leaned over; pointing out with her black cherry finger nails the supposed mistake.
"The projections for the 5th year of the proposed partnership. Where are they?"
The aroma of White Diamonds perfume mixed with her essence was making Clinton's head swim. He could hardly think straight.
"Now Clinton, one might think that you were withholding vital information. Possibly sabotaging your proposal and costing this company millions of dollars. Are you engaging in corporate espionage? Perhaps wanting to go solo and take Arbor Automotive with you?"
"What the hell? I mean no ma'am, Tabitha. The Barrett's were like family to me. Why would I do something like that? It's simple; I must have overlooked that column in the spreadsheet. I apologize; I don't know how I could have been so careless."
Clinton was up on his feet pleading for her to listen. Her body language was tense. He was afraid that she didn’t believe his story. Which was the absolute truth.
"This was not intentional. No way, I've worked to hard for this. Look, it can be fixed before it's sent over to risk management."
There it was again. Clinton wasn't sure but several times during his presentation he felt that she had been flirting with him. Doing things like licking her lips and crossing then un crossing her legs. She pulled a Sharon Stone on him not once but twice. From his position standing at the lectern he could see that she wasn't wearing any panties.
Strawberry Fields
They sat side by side looking over the charts, graphs, and spreadsheets. A few times while she was speaking, Clinton felt as if he temporarily lost his hearing. The only one of his senses he had left was his taste. At the moment he was craving strawberries.
"Do you realize that if that mistake had made it through, this company would be out of millions of dollars? Yet you would have still received your bonus. In my eyes that's fraud Mr. Barnes."
Oh shit. Now it’s Mr. Barnes and not Clinton.
Tabitha stood up and smoothed the wrinkles out of her silk designer skirt. She was impeccably dressed, business suits always fitting her form like a glove. Alluring was the best way to describe her exotic features. Clinton regained his sanity long enough to finish pleading his case while he had the chance.
"I can make corrections before submission. Just give me an hour. I have the original projections at my home office."
He already knew what the culprit was. Staying up late night after night adding numbers to spreadsheets left him crossed eyed sometimes. That mixed with a good dose of nervous energy equals mistake.
In what seemed like slow motion to Clinton, a crystal butterfly pin that was holding Tabitha's spiral curls in a bun slipped out and landed next to his foot. When they both reached down to pick it up, Tabitha made her move. Without missing a heartbeat she gave Clinton one of the softest kisses he ever had. It was so light that he almost missed it.
"Don't worry Clinton; I'll take care of everything. Just email those figures to me and I'll plug them into the spreadsheet before sending it over to RM."
Tabitha exited through the double doors leaving Clinton alone in the grand conference room filled with essence, White Diamonds, and strawberries. Clutching his proposal tight in one hand and his imagination in the other, strawberry glossy lips was all that he remembered about that encounter.
"What the fuck just happened?"
Faithful No More.
Clinton resisted Tabitha's advances for as long as he could. He had never been a cheat. Hell his parents have been married for over 35 years. As far as he was concerned they had a perfect marriage. And that is how he intended to live life with Tessa. Happy and committed. Getting engaged to his love, his best friend was the right thing to do. Then why was he spending his lunch break, the third one in a row with his tongue buried deep inside the boss’s forbidden fruit? The minute she whispered "join me for lunch" in his ear it began. The second her juices touched his chin it was over. Clinton became hooked like the biggest catch.
"Wet thang, you my wet thang" Clinton grunted and repeated the phrase over and over again as he finished Tabitha off. Although they had only been together a few times he knew her biology. She made sure that he was schooled quickly by guiding him to the precise location of her secrets where X marks the spot. After 15 minutes of steady Clinton’s body went limp after he reached climax.
Clinton walked over to the bay window that faced the Potomac River. The cherry blossoms have been replaced with icy buds and the river would surely be half frozen by now. That didn't stop the gulls that were persistently pecking at the ice in search for anything resembling food. Hungry like me Clinton thought as he watched them search in vain.
"Six years of college, 1 year of interning and my career has been reduced to this. Fucking my boss during lunch. I've become a got damn cliché."
The Party's Over.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Tabitha whispered into the back of Clinton's neck.
Asking him a question like that? She damn sure didn't want to hear the answer to it. His thoughts were with Tessa. Where they should be. Where he should be. But those thoughts receded like the high tide once he felt Tabitha's nipples grazing his back. Reaching between his legs, she began to massage his jewels while slowly stroking his massive, erect penis with her other hand. She was giving him one helluva hand job. He didn't need her assistance for long though because there they were fucking again.
Clinton came to love the scent of sweat and determination that filled the room when they were together. In the CEO executive suite, on the 10th floor, over looking the river there they were.
"Damn that shit good. Spread your legs open some more. Shit." Clinton's penis swelled, engorged with his determination. By now the lovers had settled into a perfect rhythm. Having each other for lunch was satisfying, and it worked. That was until after he pulled out. That's when it all started. The telephone game.
The games people play when no one is watching.
Clinton was sitting on the ottoman trying to catch his breath after the session. "Woman you about to kill me. I'm over here hyperventilating and shit."
Tabitha started a hot shower in her office powder room hoping that a round three would take place there. One of the perks of being an executive is having an office that's like a home away from home.
"You're tired? That's funny because I was going to say that having you at work 20 minutes here and an hour there is just not good enough for me anymore. The sexing is out of this world. My pussy is in 7th heaven right now."
"Hold on now Tabitha we talked about this before. I have a very full life with my fiancée. This right here is just for fun. You are having fun right?"
"Well I want more what else can I say? So from now on when I call, you come. When I say who run it you better have the right answer."
"Tabitha, I can't do this. We can't do this. Nah, I knew getting involved with you was a bad idea. I have to get going okay I got practice tonight."
Clinton began getting dressed in a hurry. After fastening his belt and sliding on his shoes he began to looking for his shirt.
Mind Blowing Decisions
"Well just remember what I said. When I call, your ass better have the right answer. Or face the alternative. The choice is yours."
"Alternative? What the. Hold on are you blackmailing me and with what?"
"With the knowledge that you were going to de fraud BI out of one million dollars if I hadn't found that little "mistake" of yours."
"You know goddamned well that I made the necessary corrections. That deal was clean and the proof is in that email I sent you with the mutha fucking corrections."
"What email? If you emailed it to me I never received it."
Tabitha, sitting behind her desk wrapped in a pink channel bathrobe, clicked delete messages for her inbox. She smiled with delight as Clinton slowly approached her desk.
"Ta-Tabitha what are you doing? Please don't do this. We have something good why put demands on it now? And you're threatening me? Tell me why?
"Because I can. Like I said the choice is yours."
Tabitha leaned across the desk and kissed Clinton deep and hard. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He no longer had a craving for strawberries.
Strike!
"What's wrong man, why you being so quiet? You usually the main one talking shit."
The men all laughed except Clinton.
"You haven't rolled a strike yet!" someone else yelled out.
He couldn't be sure who it was since he was hardly paying attention. Bowling night with his boys was usually the highlight of his week. Between Tabitha sexing him to oblivion and Tessa's wedding talk he needed these nights to clear his head. He was starting to feel like he should have skipped practice.
"So yeah, did you hear about my man Tomas? That dude can't find a gig anywhere" said one.
"Oh yeah he fucked up big time. Messing around with that bitch on the executive floor trying to be all Don Juan and what not" said the other.
"No, what he should have done was pass that shot on over to me." said another.
"The only shot your old ass need to be taking is this one, it's your bowl" said the first.
They all laughed again except Clinton.
"What's going on with Tomas?"
That last remark about the bitch on the executive floor woke Clinton up out of the dream state he was in. There was only one bitch they could have been talking about. That was Tabitha Livingston.
"You didn't know? Oh that's right you transferred from the Falls Church office just as he was leaving the company. The nigga was fucking Ms. Livingston. Tomas was in that pussy faithfully and everybody knew it. They used to meet up there on the executive floor, down on the end where they still doing construction" said one.
"Went on for a good little while until Tomas' wife started asking questions" said the other.
"Remember her? She was the entry guard on the main floor. Every time she had to come upstairs on her rounds Tomas was in Ms. Livingston's office with the door locked and shit." said another.
"Wifey said fuck that, even if it is or it ain't what I think is going on we out of here. His wife put in a two week notice and he resigned his position." said the first.
Clinton was shocked by what he just heard. He always wondered why Tomas suddenly parted ways with the company. He was the youngest, most successful African American architect in the state and the chief architect for BI.
*So Tabitha Livingston has a history of sleeping with coworkers huh*
A sense of dread began to wash over Clinton. He knew that Tabitha was a shark when it came to business dealings. But he never suspected anything like this.
"Hey look I'm about to get outta here, I'll see you guys next week."
"Nah man the tournament starts Tuesday night and you need all the practice you can get!" shouted the first.
Connecting The Dots
Clinton sprinted out of the bowling alley straight to his car. He put the key in the ignition, threw the car into drive and headed out onto BLANK in the direction of Barrett Industries. Clinton activated the hands free voice dialing feature in his BLANK by saying OFFICE.
"Hey Doris this is Clinton Barnes. Is Ms. Livingston still there?"
"I'm sorry sir but she's gone for the day. Would you like her voicemail?" answered the receptionist.
"No thank you Doris, bye."
Clinton nodded his head. He couldn't risk running into her. Some where in his desk was Tomas's business card? They exchanged contact information just before he left BI. Clinton admired Tomas's work and wanted him to sketch a BLANK for the Nation's Capitol car wash franchise he was thinking about starting.
"My life, my career, my love. How could I have been so stupid?"
Each traffic light seemed to take forever to change. By the time Clinton finally arrived at BI, the parking lot was half empty. He rode passed executive parking to make sure her car wasn't there. Still being cautious Clinton parked on the back side of the building then took the service elevator to his office on the 4th floor. After shifting a few things around inside one of his desk drawers, he was finally able to find Tomas's business card. Clinton kept a stash of condoms at work so that Tessa wouldn't be wondering where theirs were disappearing to.
"Here it is, I knew I had it somewhere. Good, it's not too late to call."
The dizzying effect from what he just heard was still with him. 6 pm felt more like after midnight. At first Clinton didn't think he would get an answer. But he was determined to hear the entire story from the source so he continued to let it ring.
"Tomas, it's Clinton Barnes. Can you meet me at the BLANK on BLANK for a drink? No this isn't about the car wash business it's something else. I could definitely use your help. Good good, see you there in about an hour."
The Devil's Triangle
Clinton listened closely as Tomas told the story of Tabitha's hot pursuit. It started a year ago when she was still the executive assistant to Mrs. Barrett. After a brief staff meeting with BI property managers, Mrs. Barrett sent Tabitha and Tomas out in the field together to scout a location. She wanted an assessment on the proposed site of a new BI industrial park in BLANK. From then on they were hooking up every chance they got. Going at it hot and heavy at work and at various worksites. Since Tomas was usually out in the field they had easy access to so many different rendezvous points. It certainly added to the excitement of the affair. That was until Tomas's wife began noticing that Tabitha was always signed out of the building the same time as her husband. And returning at almost the same time. Sometimes 10 or 15 minutes later. That was too much coincidence for her. When confronted Tomas's lied of course, not wanting to break up his marriage. Still his wife demanded that he stop working so closely with his boss. When Tomas informed Tabitha that his wife was becoming suspicious of their activities, she became irate and demanded that he play the telephone game. If he didn't continue the affair, she would accuse him of being a thief. Tabitha said that she could prove that he had been stealing copper from worksites. She would easily get away with implicating him since he was the company architect and had access. Even showed him complaints from contractors stating that their worksites had been tampered with after hours.
"If someone had been stealing it damn sure wasn't me." added Tomas.
"I believe you man." Clinton replied.
He took another sip of his Ciroc Red Berry. Looking across the table at Tomas was almost like staring in a mirror. Clinton noticed that they shared more than this devil's triangle with Tabitha. They were both roughly the same height and weight. Had the very same rust colored complexion. They also wore short, neat dreadlocks pinned back.
Whispering Sweet Nothings
"All this sweet suga is going to melt if he doesn't get here fast." Tabitha remarked to herself in the mirror.
She had just finished shaving and was now trying with all her might not to masturbate while moisturizing her body from head to toe with sweet almond oil. Tabitha wanted to be be primed and ready for her man so she relaxed that notion. It was worth leaving work early to oversee her bedroom being decorated for this special occasion. The interior designers did a marvelous job. Everything was arranged to perfection. Vanilla scented candles all around, burgundy colored panels adorned the king sized canopy bed. All were accompanied by a chilled bottle of Moscato on the knight stand.
"Where is he? A few more calls and that's it."
Tabitha hit the speed dial number 2 that went directly to Clinton's company issued blackberry.
"Voicemail again huh. Careful Mr. Barnes you're on thin ice as it is after pulling that disappearing act earlier. He knows who run this shit. And if he don't? He's about to find out."
Tabitha walked over to the fireplace mantle and removed a picture of some handsome young man in his early 20's. Stroking the silver picture frame she whispered “I miss you so much. Why did you have to leave me? If only you stayed. None of this would be happening." Tears, one drop at a time slid from her eyes as she threw the antique silver picture frame across the room smashing it to pieces.
One returned call.
Clinton glanced down at his blackberry. They were becoming harder and harder for him to ignore. Three missed calls in the hour since dinner started. No sense in putting things off he thought.
"I'll be right back ok babe, I have to take this call."
"Honey what's wrong?"
"Nothing it's just the office. The contract with Arbor Automotive is about to close. Accounting may need authorization for the funds transfer."
"Hurry back ok? Dessert is coming and we still haven't told my parents the big news."
Clinton kissed Tessa on the forehead then excused himself from the table. Her laughter followed him. She was boasting to her parents about how her man has sealed the deal on Barrett Industries most lucrative distribution contract. There was something in her voice, his sweet Tessa that he could never figure out. All Clinton knew was that it carried his future in its song. Dinner with his future in-laws was far more important than keeping his fucking job. Things had gone on long enough. Tonight, Clinton was finally going to put a stop to it.
Stepping out into the smothering humidity of the late August night, Clinton shivered at the thought of dialing the number back. That she-devil on the other end of the line would never take no for an answer. The phone rang only one time. A voice on the other end released hell into his life once again by simply saying those three words.
"Who run it?"
"I'll be there in 30 minutes" answered Clinton.
"Good, I was beginning to think you were ignoring my calls. You do not want to miss our date tonight. I have something special for you."
Clinton ended the call with Tabitha then made one more before leaving.
"Meet me there in 30 minutes."
Facing Her Past
She saw the headlights rounding the driveway. Tonight is the night Tabitha would claim him for herself. The others were placeholders. They didn't know her body the way he did. None of them even attempted to learn. She finally found the complete package after 10 years of searching. Tabitha adjusted her breasts as she made her way down the hall. She opened the door confident, prepared to properly greet her lover in a sexy white V cut halter and matching thong. To her surprise, she was met 3 pairs of light brown eyes instead of one. Mortified, Tabitha turned and ran back down the long hallway into the master bedroom.
Revelations
"Baby girl, I know all about Marcus. The horrific way that he died during his sophomore year in college."
Clinton regretted having to reveal the devastating news to her this way. But he knew that it was the only way to put an end to the pain in her life as well as his.
Tabitha dropped to her knees at the revelation and began sobbing uncontrollably. Clinton immediately went to console her, kissing her on the cheek while wiping strands of tear soaked hair from her face. Although he didn't love her, he cared about her deeply.
"It will be ok sweetheart. You can stop this now. You know that nothing can bring him back. No matter how much you hurt other people.... ruin their lives...Marcus is dead."
"What are you talking about Marcus? Bring you back from where? I know where the hell you are. You're right there, and there, and over there!"
Tabitha began screaming and pointed frantically. They all looked exactly like him. Marcus Grant, Tabitha's first love who was killed in a dorm fire while he was away at college. Since then Tabitha always sought his mirror image or close enough to it. They all fit the description. Clinton, Tomas, and the other unfortunate one.
"She's losing it. We need to call somebody quick!" said the Marcus look-a-like.
"Check her cell!" yelled Tomas.
The look-a-like frantically searched the house for Tabitha's cell phone, thankfully finding it on the fireplace mantle. He saw Clinton Barnes under speed dial number 2. Speed dial number 1 was assigned to an unknown. For it to be number one it had to be mighty important. The man pressed dial and waited for someone to answer.
"Lawn Haven Facility" said the voice on the other end.
"Lawn Haven? Excuse me what kind of facility is this? We're hoping that you can help our friend. Her name is Tabitha Livingston. Your number was in her cell phone on speed dial."
"Tabitha? Oh my goodness where is she? She hasn't come in for her sessions in over a year. We've been trying to locate her but her parents don't have any information about where she may be. You said she needs help?" The caring voice kept up the inquiry.
The look-a-like provided directions to Tabitha's house then returned to the master bedroom where Tomas and Clinton were still trying to comfort her.
"They said someone would be coming from a Lawn Haven? I don't know what the hell that is but we got help coming." said the look-a-like to Tabitha.
"I'm not going back to that place. You can't make me go. Please Marcus stay with me...stay with me... stay with me......"
Not the outcome he was hoping for.
A long, tall candle holder in the shape of an African spear tipped over and lit the end of a panel setting the king sized bed on fire. It spreaded quickly thanks to the dozen or so candles that were scattered around the room. The Marcus look-a-like and Tomas were able to escape over the master bedroom balcony. Clinton struggled with Tabitha, pleading with her to leave the house. Now the flames were climbing up the walls. He could hear the fire making simmering noises as it consumed the wooden beams.
The Montgomery County fire department arrived in less than five minutes. Clinton regained consciences just as the paramedics were performing CPR on Tabitha. She looked so helpless lying there. Not at all like the vibrant woman he was with earlier in the day.
"Let me see her, I need to see her please."
Defying the paramedics request to be still and continue inhaling deeply into the oxygen mask, Clinton crawled over to Tabitha's side. He held her in his arms. Speechless.
By now the entire subdivision was awakened by the sounds of fire truck sirens and captains shouting orders to the firefighters saying "tighten this and run that hose that way." Despite their efforts, Tabitha's house was being swallowed by the flames.
She opened her eyes long enough to say to the love of her life, "This time, we will die together. I love you Marcus."
Tabitha said her last words and breathed her last breath in Clinton's arms.
To Wrap Things Up
Was he attempting to climb the corporate ladder or was Clinton only following his lustful desires?
Barrett Industries has survived four major tragedies and continues to provide quality auto parts to car manufacturers around the world. Despite the loss of founders, a hostile takeover, and the sexual harassment scandal that surfaced after the death of Interim CEO Tabitha Livingston, Barrett Industries did not shut its doors. Thanks to its new supervisor of accounts Clinton Barnes. Clinton was instrumental in bringing to light the tragic circumstances surrounding the fire and Ms. Livingston's fragile mental state. He also admitted his affair with her in an attempt to clear his conscience. Clinton thought that maybe if he never started sleeping with Tabitha, she would have continued the intensive therapy that she started after Mrs. Barrett discovered her affair with Tomas. Mrs. Barrett loved Tabitha like a daughter so much that she had her submit to treatment at the Lawn Haven facility in Pennsylvania.
Mrs. Clinton Barnes is pregnant with their first child. Tessa decided not to marry Clinton after she learned about the affair. She forgave him but could never trust him again. He didn't blame her at all. Tessa ended up going back to Georgia with her parents the morning after the fire. Mrs. Clinton Barnes was a beautiful college professor named BLANK. She happened to be one of the instructors who taught basic business for the Robert Barrett internship program at BI. Once they discovered that they had feelings for each other, BLANK went back to teaching at BLANK University. Free and clear to carry on with the relationship, they got married on Christmas Day 1 year and 5 months after they met.
Because of that unfortunate incident between interim CEO Tabitha Livingston and account executive Clinton Barnes, Barrett Industries now holds yearly sexual harassment awareness seminars for all of its employees.
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Who Run It? by S.A. Payne
One missed call. Then another. Then another
Clinton glanced down at his blackberry. They were becoming harder and harder for him to ignore. Already there were three missed calls in the hour since they sat down for dinner.
"I'll be right back ok babe, I have to take this call."
"Honey what's wrong?"
"Nothing it's just the office. That contract with Arbor Automotive is about to close. Accounting may need authorization for the funds transfer."
"Hurry back ok? Dessert is coming and we still haven't told my parents the big news."
Clinton kissed his fiancée on the forehead then excused himself from the table. As he walked away she began boasting to her parents about how her man has sealed the deal on Barrett Industries most lucrative distribution contract. There was something in her voice, his sweet Tessa that Clinton could never figure out. All he knew was that it carried his future in its song. Dinner with his future in-laws was far more important than keeping his fucking job. Tonight, Clinton decided to finally put a stop to it. Things had gone on long enough.
Stepping out into the smothering humidity of the late August night, Clinton shivered at the thought of dialing the number back. That she-devil on the other end of the line would never take no for an answer. After the phone rang only one time, a voice on the other end released hell into Clinton's life once again. They spoke these three words.
"Who run it?"
Job Well Done
"Last week I was invited to tour the Arbor Automotive distribution facility in Woodbridge, Virginia. I must say that I was very impressed. The assembly line is state of the art and the owners of the company are dying for the opportunity to be affiliated with Barrett Industries. I truly feel that this move will solidify BI's standing in the automotive industry. Once the deal is closed, we will be on top once again, where we belong."
Clinton breathed a sigh of relief as he finished his presentation. The board immediately began discussing the proposal among each other and from what he could tell they were just as excited about the prospect as he was. However, Barrett Industries new CEO seemed to be less than enthused.
She was the executive assistant and right hand to the lovely Mrs. MI ‘Lynda Barrett before becoming interim CEO. From the buzz around BI headquarters, the new CEO was more than capable of stepping into the position. She was the only person besides Mi'risa Barrett who could keep the business running at the same standards set forth by its founder, Robert Barrett. Unfortunately Mrs. Barrett was killed in a tragic car accident three months ago. It was a huge loss not only to the company, but also to the state of Maryland. Mrs. Barrett's name was at the top of the donor list in every Democratic politician's brief case.
"Thank you for that impressive presentation Clinton. Well done, very well done." said the CEO. Risk management still has to go over the facts and figures. However from what I see, this looks very promising. If there's no more business to discuss, this meeting is adjourned."
Five months of hard work had most certainly paid off thought Clinton.
All Systems Go
The board members mingled while enjoying the refreshments provided by Carolina Kitchen. Clinton was to busy shaking hands and accepting congratulations on his first multi million dollar contract to notice her watching. Later, as the conference room emptied, the CEO made it her point to linger behind the others. She didn't plan on approaching him this way but there was something about the way he delivered his presentation that gave her a silent thrill. Soft, subtle hints will do for now she told herself. However, the love below was throbbing at the anticipation of penetration. Just the thought of finding a new playmate so soon after the last one quit made her moist. No more married ones she told herself. That shit always turns nasty in the end.
"Fucking wives need to learn how to share."
"Excuse me, did you say something?" asked Clinton.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did. May I speak with you for a moment? In private please."
"Parks, we can hook up for drinks later. Don't try to play broke either. You still owe me for the last round." Clinton wrapped up his conversation with Terrence Parks, BI's head of parts distribution, and then returned to the grand conference room.
The CEO walked over and closed the double doors behind the board members as they left. She made it a point to close the blinds because prying eyes would be the last thing she wanted. Although voyeurism was one of her favorite games to play, she would save that baby for another time.
The Set Up
"Have a seat Clinton" she said as she positioned herself on the edge of the conference room table. "I've heard nothing but praise from your supervisors about how hard you've been working to close this account but I couldn't let this slide. Out of respect for you and the rest of the team, I decided not to bring this up in the meeting. First let me ask you this question, how long have you been an employee at BI?"
"It will be 3 years in 2 months Ms. Livingston."
"Please, call me Tabitha. I insist."
"Ok uh, Tabitha"
Clinton was not at all comfortable being alone this way with the CEO. Most of the men that worked on the executive floor had many sexually charged conversations about the new CEO. Most of which could land them in jail for even thinking half the things they dreamed about doing. Either with or without her consent. The favorite seemed to be giving her oral pleasure during one of her infamous bitch outs. That's what they called it when she was reprimanding one of BI's subsidiaries via conference calls. Her raised voice could be heard all the way down the executive corridor even through closed doors. The last thing Clinton needed was for some jackass to be spreading rumors about him and the boss.
"Clinton, you've been on our team long enough to know that here at BI we strive for excellence in the business world. We also demand as much of it, if not more from our employees."
"Yes ma'am, I was hired under Mr. Barrett. The intern program here is brutal. It reminded me of when I pledged for BLANK back in college."
Clinton let out a chuckle but swallowed it back down. The response he received from her, which was none, lead him to believe that whatever it was she wanted to discuss had to be serious.
"As I was saying, there seems to be something missing from your report."
Clinton was stunned. After a year of courting Arbor then another five months of preparations, this can't be happening. The boss was known for hiring then firing in less than a week if expectations weren't met. Was he the next casualty?
Flustered
"Something missing? I assure you that I was thorough in my research and preparation Ms. Livingston, I mean Tabitha."
Tabitha opened the proposal then slid the file across the table to Clinton. Sitting on the edge of the heavy mahogany conference table, she crossed her legs revealing a royal blue, lace garter belt stretched around a peach colored thigh. Clinton couldn't help but raise his eyes to where her thighs met in the middle. A patch of dark, brown colored hairs peeked from in between. He began to perspire on his upper lip as she leaned over; pointing out with her black cherry finger nails the supposed mistake.
"The projections for the 5th year of the proposed partnership. Where are they?"
The aroma of White Diamonds perfume mixed with her essence was making Clinton's head swim. He could hardly think straight.
"Now Clinton, one might think that you were withholding vital information. Possibly sabotaging your proposal and costing this company millions of dollars. Are you engaging in corporate espionage? Perhaps wanting to go solo and take Arbor Automotive with you?"
"What the hell? I mean no ma'am, Tabitha. The Barrett's were like family to me. Why would I do something like that? It's simple; I must have overlooked that column in the spreadsheet. I apologize; I don't know how I could have been so careless."
Clinton was up on his feet pleading for her to listen. Her body language was tense. He was afraid that she didn’t believe his story. Which was the absolute truth.
"This was not intentional. No way, I've worked to hard for this. Look, it can be fixed before it's sent over to risk management."
There it was again. Clinton wasn't sure but several times during his presentation he felt that she had been flirting with him. Doing things like licking her lips and crossing then un crossing her legs. She pulled a Sharon Stone on him not once but twice. From his position standing at the lectern he could see that she wasn't wearing any panties.
Strawberry Fields
They sat side by side looking over the charts, graphs, and spreadsheets. A few times while she was speaking, Clinton felt as if he temporarily lost his hearing. The only one of his senses he had left was his taste. At the moment he was craving strawberries.
"Do you realize that if that mistake had made it through, this company would be out of millions of dollars? Yet you would have still received your bonus. In my eyes that's fraud Mr. Barnes."
Oh shit. Now it’s Mr. Barnes and not Clinton.
Tabitha stood up and smoothed the wrinkles out of her silk designer skirt. She was impeccably dressed, business suits always fitting her form like a glove. Alluring was the best way to describe her exotic features. Clinton regained his sanity long enough to finish pleading his case while he had the chance.
"I can make corrections before submission. Just give me an hour. I have the original projections at my home office."
He already knew what the culprit was. Staying up late night after night adding numbers to spreadsheets left him crossed eyed sometimes. That mixed with a good dose of nervous energy equals mistake.
In what seemed like slow motion to Clinton, a crystal butterfly pin that was holding Tabitha's spiral curls in a bun slipped out and landed next to his foot. When they both reached down to pick it up, Tabitha made her move. Without missing a heartbeat she gave Clinton one of the softest kisses he ever had. It was so light that he almost missed it.
"Don't worry Clinton; I'll take care of everything. Just email those figures to me and I'll plug them into the spreadsheet before sending it over to RM."
Tabitha exited through the double doors leaving Clinton alone in the grand conference room filled with essence, White Diamonds, and strawberries. Clutching his proposal tight in one hand and his imagination in the other, strawberry glossy lips was all that he remembered about that encounter.
"What the fuck just happened?"
Faithful No More.
Clinton resisted Tabitha's advances for as long as he could. He had never been a cheat. Hell his parents have been married for over 35 years. As far as he was concerned they had a perfect marriage. And that is how he intended to live life with Tessa. Happy and committed. Getting engaged to his love, his best friend was the right thing to do. Then why was he spending his lunch break, the third one in a row with his tongue buried deep inside the boss’s forbidden fruit? The minute she whispered "join me for lunch" in his ear it began. The second her juices touched his chin it was over. Clinton became hooked like the biggest catch.
"Wet thang, you my wet thang" Clinton grunted and repeated the phrase over and over again as he finished Tabitha off. Although they had only been together a few times he knew her biology. She made sure that he was schooled quickly by guiding him to the precise location of her secrets where X marks the spot. After 15 minutes of steady Clinton’s body went limp after he reached climax.
Clinton walked over to the bay window that faced the Potomac River. The cherry blossoms have been replaced with icy buds and the river would surely be half frozen by now. That didn't stop the gulls that were persistently pecking at the ice in search for anything resembling food. Hungry like me Clinton thought as he watched them search in vain.
"Six years of college, 1 year of interning and my career has been reduced to this. Fucking my boss during lunch. I've become a got damn cliché."
The Party's Over.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Tabitha whispered into the back of Clinton's neck.
Asking him a question like that? She damn sure didn't want to hear the answer to it. His thoughts were with Tessa. Where they should be. Where he should be. But those thoughts receded like the high tide once he felt Tabitha's nipples grazing his back. Reaching between his legs, she began to massage his jewels while slowly stroking his massive, erect penis with her other hand. She was giving him one helluva hand job. He didn't need her assistance for long though because there they were fucking again.
Clinton came to love the scent of sweat and determination that filled the room when they were together. In the CEO executive suite, on the 10th floor, over looking the river there they were.
"Damn that shit good. Spread your legs open some more. Shit." Clinton's penis swelled, engorged with his determination. By now the lovers had settled into a perfect rhythm. Having each other for lunch was satisfying, and it worked. That was until after he pulled out. That's when it all started. The telephone game.
The games people play when no one is watching.
Clinton was sitting on the ottoman trying to catch his breath after the session. "Woman you about to kill me. I'm over here hyperventilating and shit."
Tabitha started a hot shower in her office powder room hoping that a round three would take place there. One of the perks of being an executive is having an office that's like a home away from home.
"You're tired? That's funny because I was going to say that having you at work 20 minutes here and an hour there is just not good enough for me anymore. The sexing is out of this world. My pussy is in 7th heaven right now."
"Hold on now Tabitha we talked about this before. I have a very full life with my fiancée. This right here is just for fun. You are having fun right?"
"Well I want more what else can I say? So from now on when I call, you come. When I say who run it you better have the right answer."
"Tabitha, I can't do this. We can't do this. Nah, I knew getting involved with you was a bad idea. I have to get going okay I got practice tonight."
Clinton began getting dressed in a hurry. After fastening his belt and sliding on his shoes he began to looking for his shirt.
Mind Blowing Decisions
"Well just remember what I said. When I call, your ass better have the right answer. Or face the alternative. The choice is yours."
"Alternative? What the. Hold on are you blackmailing me and with what?"
"With the knowledge that you were going to de fraud BI out of one million dollars if I hadn't found that little "mistake" of yours."
"You know goddamned well that I made the necessary corrections. That deal was clean and the proof is in that email I sent you with the mutha fucking corrections."
"What email? If you emailed it to me I never received it."
Tabitha, sitting behind her desk wrapped in a pink channel bathrobe, clicked delete messages for her inbox. She smiled with delight as Clinton slowly approached her desk.
"Ta-Tabitha what are you doing? Please don't do this. We have something good why put demands on it now? And you're threatening me? Tell me why?
"Because I can. Like I said the choice is yours."
Tabitha leaned across the desk and kissed Clinton deep and hard. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He no longer had a craving for strawberries.
Strike!
"What's wrong man, why you being so quiet? You usually the main one talking shit."
The men all laughed except Clinton.
"You haven't rolled a strike yet!" someone else yelled out.
He couldn't be sure who it was since he was hardly paying attention. Bowling night with his boys was usually the highlight of his week. Between Tabitha sexing him to oblivion and Tessa's wedding talk he needed these nights to clear his head. He was starting to feel like he should have skipped practice.
"So yeah, did you hear about my man Tomas? That dude can't find a gig anywhere" said one.
"Oh yeah he fucked up big time. Messing around with that bitch on the executive floor trying to be all Don Juan and what not" said the other.
"No, what he should have done was pass that shot on over to me." said another.
"The only shot your old ass need to be taking is this one, it's your bowl" said the first.
They all laughed again except Clinton.
"What's going on with Tomas?"
That last remark about the bitch on the executive floor woke Clinton up out of the dream state he was in. There was only one bitch they could have been talking about. That was Tabitha Livingston.
"You didn't know? Oh that's right you transferred from the Falls Church office just as he was leaving the company. The nigga was fucking Ms. Livingston. Tomas was in that pussy faithfully and everybody knew it. They used to meet up there on the executive floor, down on the end where they still doing construction" said one.
"Went on for a good little while until Tomas' wife started asking questions" said the other.
"Remember her? She was the entry guard on the main floor. Every time she had to come upstairs on her rounds Tomas was in Ms. Livingston's office with the door locked and shit." said another.
"Wifey said fuck that, even if it is or it ain't what I think is going on we out of here. His wife put in a two week notice and he resigned his position." said the first.
Clinton was shocked by what he just heard. He always wondered why Tomas suddenly parted ways with the company. He was the youngest, most successful African American architect in the state and the chief architect for BI.
*So Tabitha Livingston has a history of sleeping with coworkers huh*
A sense of dread began to wash over Clinton. He knew that Tabitha was a shark when it came to business dealings. But he never suspected anything like this.
"Hey look I'm about to get outta here, I'll see you guys next week."
"Nah man the tournament starts Tuesday night and you need all the practice you can get!" shouted the first.
Connecting The Dots
Clinton sprinted out of the bowling alley straight to his car. He put the key in the ignition, threw the car into drive and headed out onto BLANK in the direction of Barrett Industries. Clinton activated the hands free voice dialing feature in his BLANK by saying OFFICE.
"Hey Doris this is Clinton Barnes. Is Ms. Livingston still there?"
"I'm sorry sir but she's gone for the day. Would you like her voicemail?" answered the receptionist.
"No thank you Doris, bye."
Clinton nodded his head. He couldn't risk running into her. Some where in his desk was Tomas's business card? They exchanged contact information just before he left BI. Clinton admired Tomas's work and wanted him to sketch a BLANK for the Nation's Capitol car wash franchise he was thinking about starting.
"My life, my career, my love. How could I have been so stupid?"
Each traffic light seemed to take forever to change. By the time Clinton finally arrived at BI, the parking lot was half empty. He rode passed executive parking to make sure her car wasn't there. Still being cautious Clinton parked on the back side of the building then took the service elevator to his office on the 4th floor. After shifting a few things around inside one of his desk drawers, he was finally able to find Tomas's business card. Clinton kept a stash of condoms at work so that Tessa wouldn't be wondering where theirs were disappearing to.
"Here it is, I knew I had it somewhere. Good, it's not too late to call."
The dizzying effect from what he just heard was still with him. 6 pm felt more like after midnight. At first Clinton didn't think he would get an answer. But he was determined to hear the entire story from the source so he continued to let it ring.
"Tomas, it's Clinton Barnes. Can you meet me at the BLANK on BLANK for a drink? No this isn't about the car wash business it's something else. I could definitely use your help. Good good, see you there in about an hour."
The Devil's Triangle
Clinton listened closely as Tomas told the story of Tabitha's hot pursuit. It started a year ago when she was still the executive assistant to Mrs. Barrett. After a brief staff meeting with BI property managers, Mrs. Barrett sent Tabitha and Tomas out in the field together to scout a location. She wanted an assessment on the proposed site of a new BI industrial park in BLANK. From then on they were hooking up every chance they got. Going at it hot and heavy at work and at various worksites. Since Tomas was usually out in the field they had easy access to so many different rendezvous points. It certainly added to the excitement of the affair. That was until Tomas's wife began noticing that Tabitha was always signed out of the building the same time as her husband. And returning at almost the same time. Sometimes 10 or 15 minutes later. That was too much coincidence for her. When confronted Tomas's lied of course, not wanting to break up his marriage. Still his wife demanded that he stop working so closely with his boss. When Tomas informed Tabitha that his wife was becoming suspicious of their activities, she became irate and demanded that he play the telephone game. If he didn't continue the affair, she would accuse him of being a thief. Tabitha said that she could prove that he had been stealing copper from worksites. She would easily get away with implicating him since he was the company architect and had access. Even showed him complaints from contractors stating that their worksites had been tampered with after hours.
"If someone had been stealing it damn sure wasn't me." added Tomas.
"I believe you man." Clinton replied.
He took another sip of his Ciroc Red Berry. Looking across the table at Tomas was almost like staring in a mirror. Clinton noticed that they shared more than this devil's triangle with Tabitha. They were both roughly the same height and weight. Had the very same rust colored complexion. They also wore short, neat dreadlocks pinned back.
Whispering Sweet Nothings
"All this sweet suga is going to melt if he doesn't get here fast." Tabitha remarked to herself in the mirror.
She had just finished shaving and was now trying with all her might not to masturbate while moisturizing her body from head to toe with sweet almond oil. Tabitha wanted to be be primed and ready for her man so she relaxed that notion. It was worth leaving work early to oversee her bedroom being decorated for this special occasion. The interior designers did a marvelous job. Everything was arranged to perfection. Vanilla scented candles all around, burgundy colored panels adorned the king sized canopy bed. All were accompanied by a chilled bottle of Moscato on the knight stand.
"Where is he? A few more calls and that's it."
Tabitha hit the speed dial number 2 that went directly to Clinton's company issued blackberry.
"Voicemail again huh. Careful Mr. Barnes you're on thin ice as it is after pulling that disappearing act earlier. He knows who run this shit. And if he don't? He's about to find out."
Tabitha walked over to the fireplace mantle and removed a picture of some handsome young man in his early 20's. Stroking the silver picture frame she whispered “I miss you so much. Why did you have to leave me? If only you stayed. None of this would be happening." Tears, one drop at a time slid from her eyes as she threw the antique silver picture frame across the room smashing it to pieces.
One returned call.
Clinton glanced down at his blackberry. They were becoming harder and harder for him to ignore. Three missed calls in the hour since dinner started. No sense in putting things off he thought.
"I'll be right back ok babe, I have to take this call."
"Honey what's wrong?"
"Nothing it's just the office. The contract with Arbor Automotive is about to close. Accounting may need authorization for the funds transfer."
"Hurry back ok? Dessert is coming and we still haven't told my parents the big news."
Clinton kissed Tessa on the forehead then excused himself from the table. Her laughter followed him. She was boasting to her parents about how her man has sealed the deal on Barrett Industries most lucrative distribution contract. There was something in her voice, his sweet Tessa that he could never figure out. All Clinton knew was that it carried his future in its song. Dinner with his future in-laws was far more important than keeping his fucking job. Things had gone on long enough. Tonight, Clinton was finally going to put a stop to it.
Stepping out into the smothering humidity of the late August night, Clinton shivered at the thought of dialing the number back. That she-devil on the other end of the line would never take no for an answer. The phone rang only one time. A voice on the other end released hell into his life once again by simply saying those three words.
"Who run it?"
"I'll be there in 30 minutes" answered Clinton.
"Good, I was beginning to think you were ignoring my calls. You do not want to miss our date tonight. I have something special for you."
Clinton ended the call with Tabitha then made one more before leaving.
"Meet me there in 30 minutes."
Facing Her Past
She saw the headlights rounding the driveway. Tonight is the night Tabitha would claim him for herself. The others were placeholders. They didn't know her body the way he did. None of them even attempted to learn. She finally found the complete package after 10 years of searching. Tabitha adjusted her breasts as she made her way down the hall. She opened the door confident, prepared to properly greet her lover in a sexy white V cut halter and matching thong. To her surprise, she was met 3 pairs of light brown eyes instead of one. Mortified, Tabitha turned and ran back down the long hallway into the master bedroom.
Revelations
"Baby girl, I know all about Marcus. The horrific way that he died during his sophomore year in college."
Clinton regretted having to reveal the devastating news to her this way. But he knew that it was the only way to put an end to the pain in her life as well as his.
Tabitha dropped to her knees at the revelation and began sobbing uncontrollably. Clinton immediately went to console her, kissing her on the cheek while wiping strands of tear soaked hair from her face. Although he didn't love her, he cared about her deeply.
"It will be ok sweetheart. You can stop this now. You know that nothing can bring him back. No matter how much you hurt other people.... ruin their lives...Marcus is dead."
"What are you talking about Marcus? Bring you back from where? I know where the hell you are. You're right there, and there, and over there!"
Tabitha began screaming and pointed frantically. They all looked exactly like him. Marcus Grant, Tabitha's first love who was killed in a dorm fire while he was away at college. Since then Tabitha always sought his mirror image or close enough to it. They all fit the description. Clinton, Tomas, and the other unfortunate one.
"She's losing it. We need to call somebody quick!" said the Marcus look-a-like.
"Check her cell!" yelled Tomas.
The look-a-like frantically searched the house for Tabitha's cell phone, thankfully finding it on the fireplace mantle. He saw Clinton Barnes under speed dial number 2. Speed dial number 1 was assigned to an unknown. For it to be number one it had to be mighty important. The man pressed dial and waited for someone to answer.
"Lawn Haven Facility" said the voice on the other end.
"Lawn Haven? Excuse me what kind of facility is this? We're hoping that you can help our friend. Her name is Tabitha Livingston. Your number was in her cell phone on speed dial."
"Tabitha? Oh my goodness where is she? She hasn't come in for her sessions in over a year. We've been trying to locate her but her parents don't have any information about where she may be. You said she needs help?" The caring voice kept up the inquiry.
The look-a-like provided directions to Tabitha's house then returned to the master bedroom where Tomas and Clinton were still trying to comfort her.
"They said someone would be coming from a Lawn Haven? I don't know what the hell that is but we got help coming." said the look-a-like to Tabitha.
"I'm not going back to that place. You can't make me go. Please Marcus stay with me...stay with me... stay with me......"
Not the outcome he was hoping for.
A long, tall candle holder in the shape of an African spear tipped over and lit the end of a panel setting the king sized bed on fire. It spreaded quickly thanks to the dozen or so candles that were scattered around the room. The Marcus look-a-like and Tomas were able to escape over the master bedroom balcony. Clinton struggled with Tabitha, pleading with her to leave the house. Now the flames were climbing up the walls. He could hear the fire making simmering noises as it consumed the wooden beams.
The Montgomery County fire department arrived in less than five minutes. Clinton regained consciences just as the paramedics were performing CPR on Tabitha. She looked so helpless lying there. Not at all like the vibrant woman he was with earlier in the day.
"Let me see her, I need to see her please."
Defying the paramedics request to be still and continue inhaling deeply into the oxygen mask, Clinton crawled over to Tabitha's side. He held her in his arms. Speechless.
By now the entire subdivision was awakened by the sounds of fire truck sirens and captains shouting orders to the firefighters saying "tighten this and run that hose that way." Despite their efforts, Tabitha's house was being swallowed by the flames.
She opened her eyes long enough to say to the love of her life, "This time, we will die together. I love you Marcus."
Tabitha said her last words and breathed her last breath in Clinton's arms.
To Wrap Things Up
Was he attempting to climb the corporate ladder or was Clinton only following his lustful desires?
Barrett Industries has survived four major tragedies and continues to provide quality auto parts to car manufacturers around the world. Despite the loss of founders, a hostile takeover, and the sexual harassment scandal that surfaced after the death of Interim CEO Tabitha Livingston, Barrett Industries did not shut its doors. Thanks to its new supervisor of accounts Clinton Barnes. Clinton was instrumental in bringing to light the tragic circumstances surrounding the fire and Ms. Livingston's fragile mental state. He also admitted his affair with her in an attempt to clear his conscience. Clinton thought that maybe if he never started sleeping with Tabitha, she would have continued the intensive therapy that she started after Mrs. Barrett discovered her affair with Tomas. Mrs. Barrett loved Tabitha like a daughter so much that she had her submit to treatment at the Lawn Haven facility in Pennsylvania.
Mrs. Clinton Barnes is pregnant with their first child. Tessa decided not to marry Clinton after she learned about the affair. She forgave him but could never trust him again. He didn't blame her at all. Tessa ended up going back to Georgia with her parents the morning after the fire. Mrs. Clinton Barnes was a beautiful college professor named BLANK. She happened to be one of the instructors who taught basic business for the Robert Barrett internship program at BI. Once they discovered that they had feelings for each other, BLANK went back to teaching at BLANK University. Free and clear to carry on with the relationship, they got married on Christmas Day 1 year and 5 months after they met.
Because of that unfortunate incident between interim CEO Tabitha Livingston and account executive Clinton Barnes, Barrett Industries now holds yearly sexual harassment awareness seminars for all of its employees.
