Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

he has really surprised me this time. i had pictured quite a few different things he might have don to me after turning his offer down, but not that. trying to remember what i have done to him, all that comes to mind are two different incidents. ones he had delivered my groceries copletely smashed up. 4 broken eggs had flooded the back, the salad was crushed and a bottle of ketchup squeezed flat, it's contense spread all over the bag, and another time i had told the store manager that i needed the delivery before 6 pm because we had guests over for dinner, and i still had to prepare it, but when he finally arrived it was after 7 and i didn't have any time left to get dinner ready. of course i had complained about that, who wouldn't have? and the store manager had told me, that he had gotten quite a few other complaints about him, and was ready to fire him. silly me even intervened, saying that it wasn't really serious enough for the young man to loose his job. if i had known what he would do to me i surely would not have complaint at all, no way, i would have looked for another store right away. i manage to get home unnoticed and immediately change and then burn the tank top, shorts and high heels. i want to throw the awful new underwear in the fire too, but i can't. instead i fold it carefully and put it into my underwear drawer not in the hamper. i know it must be some post hypnotic suggestion, and start to cry again. my ankle looks awful, but, having three kids, i have everything i need in the house. with a cooling salve and a tight bandage, it will be ok in a couple of days. my thoughts wander to next tuesday, and i shiver. what will he do to me that time? i don't know that area of town very well, and didn't even know that there was a movie theater there. and why a business suit? i only own one suit that would qualify for that. i bought it about a year ago to go to a funeral. it is very formal, and black, of course. i check my closet to see if it is still presentable. even though it is still hanging inside the platic cover of the dry cleaner, i feel not comfortable about it, and i take it out and bring it to the cleaners again. it will be ready on monday the lady says, and that seems awfully close, so i stress the fact that i will really, REALLY need it by then, and would not accept any excuse. she looks at me irritated and reapeats ready on monday, i already said that time really moves too fast when you are waiting for something horrible to happen. the dry cleaner was true to her word, and i picked up the suit in time. tuesday came and i woke at 5 am, too nervous to fall asleep again. the whole day went by in a daze, and way too soon it was 300 pm, time to change. i select a particullarly conservative bra and panties, and, even though it is a hot day, a pair of pantyhoses 100. slipping on the panties is not a problem, but when i want to put on my bra, my fingers don't obey me. in panic i try to recal what he told me ... wear a business suit, and hosiery, and a slip, and professional shoes OH MY GOD, he didn't mention a bra, nor a blouse, so it appears that i will not be able to wear anything but what he ordered me to wear. i try the pantiehose and sigh in relieve when it doesn't give me any trouble, and to my real joy, i am also able to wear the blouse i selected. maybe for him it is part of the suit, i really don't care, it just feels so good to be covered. i button it up all the way, slip into the skirt and the jacket, and, hot day or not, button the jacket too. my breasts still wobbel without a bra, but blouse and jacket do hold them in check, so that they at least don't bounce. a quick check tells me that i have 35 minutes left. i walk into the bathroom, brush my hair, and again get a shock when my hands don't let me take my eyeliner. ok, no panic, i tell myself. it is not necessarry. the shoes i bought for this suit have 4 inch heels, not comfortable, but absolutely walkable. i grab my purse and leave. i get there in time, with 7 minutes to go, but i can't find a place to park my car. driving around the block, again and again, i begin to panic. i can't see him anywhere. it is 4 pm when i turn the corner of beech and 54th again, and there he is. i stop right next to him, ignoring the angry honking behind me. my pulse races, my heart bounces in my chest, but i am here, parking space or not.