What Time Is It?

Hello, another Monday is here already. If it applies to you, did you remember to change your clocks in the wee hours of Sunday morning?  I know I mentioned before, but Arizona stays in the same time zone but yesterday I pried my eyes open (not easy with all the rocks) looked at my phone and lo and behold the smartphone turned stupid.  I knew it, but yet my mind would not allow me to let it go and go back to sleep, so unofficially I went on DST too and was up before the birds and chickens.

It's turned cooler here again, actually more like normal, but no rain. Mother Nature is sure being whimsical this year - feel so sorry for those poor folks and creatures experiencing her whims.  It seems to be either all or nothing, and you just hope your somewhere in the middle.

Here is another installment of FFE.  I will finish up the story next Monday because I'm tired of it already and I bet that you are two.  Any bets on how it will end?  I have no idea and will be as surprised as you when I see where my fingers take me.  

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Katrina wasn’t sure what to make of what happened.  Upset at the idea of him wanting Derek to see her in the current state let her know a submissive’s life was not for her. There is no way she would allow herself to be humiliated like that.  The fact that Martin expected that made her rethink everything.  ‘Why the hell did I ever get myself embroiled in this situation.  Now I have to go to work and face him or quit a job I really like.”

When she finished dressing and stepped back into the office, it was empty.  Picking up her purse she walked toward the back door and pushed it open.  Immediately, lights began flashing and the alarm  blared out its emergency warning.  She didn’t stop to even look around, simply kept moving forward toward her car.  Half expecting someone to grab her from behind, she expelled a sigh of relief when she got in the car and hit the automatic lock button. 

As she drove away, Don Kostas was standing at the exit door and waved as she went passed.

Katrina spent the rest of the night rehashing what had occurred at the club.  It didn’t help that she was hungry, and there wasn’t a thing in the house to eat.  Swallowing a sleeve of soda crackers and some canned cheese didn’t do anything but give her an upset stomach.

She decided just to go to bed but sleep alluded her and when dawn began to creep in her bedroom window, she decided to call in sick was the best option, after all, she really did feel sick to her stomach.   ‘I’ll have three days to come to terms with what I’m going to do about this work situation.’

                                                    

After calling work, she went back to bed and finally slept.  It wasn’t until hearing a persistent knocking did she realize it was real and not a dream.  It was 9:30 – who the hell was at the door at 9:30 on a Friday morning.  She grabbed her robe and went to the door. Before opening, she checked the peep hole; Don Kostas stood there with a bag in one hand and Starbuck’s cups in another.

“Go away,” she told him.

“No, we have to talk, and I’m not going anywhere until we do.”

“I don’t want to speak to you.”

“I know that, but put on your big girl pants and face the music.”  Now, instead of knocking, he was laying on the doorbell and the sound was exacerbating the pounding in her head.  Finally, giving in, she unlocked and opened the door.  He pushed past her and went to the kitchen, putting the cups and bag on the table. 

“Sit down,” he ordered.

“Don, this is my house and I don’t need to take orders from you.”

“I’m sorry.  Please sit.  I’m sure you haven’t had breakfast.  Let’s eat and then we can talk about what happened and what’s going to happen next.”  He pulled out a chair and waved her into the seat.  When her bottom hit the seat of the chair there was a hint of soreness, it surprised her and she winced a little as she squirmed to find a more comfortable position. She hoped she didn’t let it show, but a look at his face and that little smirk gave her the answer.    After pushing her chair close the table, he began opening the bags.

He pulled out bagels, cream cheese, and lox.  It was one of her favorite breakfasts and any resolve she had about not eating anything flew right out the window. He uncapped her favorite Mocha Java and she totally caved.  Resisting bagels, lox, cream cheese and Mocha Java was more than she could resist, even if she wasn’t starving.

After eating, Don pushed back his chair.  “Let’s talk about your calling in sick. Are you really ill?  The way you delved into breakfast, it wouldn’t seem so.”

“I didn’t have dinner last night and had a horrible night’s sleep.  There was no way I felt going into work was in my or FFE’s best interest.”

“Good reasoning, do you feel better now?”

“I guess.  I finally fell asleep after calling in so I slept a couple of hours before you woke me.  I think I needed the food too.  Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.  My question to you is are you going to allow what happened last night to ruin your life?”

“Ruin my life, no. I’ve not come to any concrete decisions except that I am not, nor will I ever be a submissive.  I don’t want to be.  Asking me to apologize to Derek in the state I was in,  pushed me over the edge.  In my mind, that wasn’t submission, that was humiliation and I couldn’t believe anyone who cared anything about me would knowingly embarrass me in that way.”

" I apologize, I was totally out of line and treated you as a member of the club, which you’re not.  Can you accept my apology and put the whole incident behind us?"

“Don, I accept your apology.  As for forgetting the whole incident, I’m not sure.  Now that I’m a little more rested and thinking clearly, I think I can.  However, I want to take the weekend and you’ll have my answer by Monday.”

“What answer is that?”

“The answer to whether or not I’ll be looking for another job." 

“Is that all?"

"No, but it's all tied together."

"Speaking as Don Kostos, FFE colleague,  I hope you’ll be back.  I promise I’ll be on my best behavior as Don Kostas, not Martin the Masked Man. As for the rest..."

With that, he stood, cleaned up the breakfast remnants and walked toward the door.

“Until Monday then,” he said as he closed the door behind him.

Katrina stood there looking at the closed door and thinking that his departure, this time, was certainly different than the last.  There was a lot at stake and she had a lot of thinking to do before Monday.  

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Just like Katrina, I have a lot of thinking to do this week.  lol.  

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