Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,35
state building. I entered the building, passed though the security checkpoint and then caught the express elevator to my floor. As soon as I entered my office I ran into my boss. “Good morning, Senator,” I said. He looked at me and smiled. “Haley, I heard that you went to the Bahamas for the weekend, and I want details,” he asked with a sly grin. I gave him a quick overview of my weekend then went into my office to locate my car keys and to make a few calls.
The first call was to Dawn; she answered on the second ring. “Hey girl, how are you? I came straight from the airport to work and called you right away. She stopped me in mid sentence and said. I don’t know if you heard, but I came home Friday early from work and found that motherfucker. Peter was in bed with William and a girl. Girl, I went crazy up in here! I think I blacked the fuck out! I went back in the kitchen, grabbed two bottles off the kitchen table and smacked that shit across the back of his head. Peter ended up with an orange-sized knot on the left side of his head. William should have a permanent dent in the back of his head from the other bottle and the bitch jumped up and got away before I could nail her with something,” Dawn said. We talked a few more minutes then I had to hang up. The senator and I were scheduled to attend a community board meeting in twenty minutes and I was his chauffer for the day. I grabbed my things and headed for the ladies room to take a quick shower. I had no time to spare and was dressed within 15 minutes. I walked out of the bathroom at the same time the senator was walking out of his office. He was putting on his jacket and giving last minute instructions to the receptionist. Phew, that was close, I thought to myself. He turned to me and his travel staff person and asked if we were ready to go. “Yes,” I replied and the three of us hurried out the door.
When we arrived at the meeting, I suggested that I stay in the car so I could make adjustments on my laptop and update his schedule for last minute changes. For the next two hours, I rearranged and updated his schedule and talked on the phone. My first was to Sean to get latest info update on his gym bag episode involving Monica’s ex-husband. Sean was at the barbershop and stated that he couldn’t talk, but would call me back. My next call was to Kavon. I wanted to touch base with him, maybe suggest dinner or even the movies, but he didn’t answer his cell phone, so I left a message.
The rest of the week was filled with meetings, appointments, luncheons, and speaking engagements that I either attended with the senator or arranged for him. Up to Albany, down to DC then back to New York. Damn, what a week! I was glad as hell when Friday rolled around. I finished work sometime around 10:30 PM and for some reason, wasn’t quite ready to go home. So I decided to change up my routine and go downtown to the club that night. The bouncers looked at me as if they couldn’t believe their eyes. “Hey, Haley, what are you doing here on a Friday night? It’s not Sunday night!” they asked. “I’m out slumming,” I replied. I paid my admission and made my way to the dance floor.
The music was all right, but nothing like Sunday nights. I was there maybe an hour before I decided to leave. On my way out the door, I saw one of my long time friends, Joey who is the head of security for the club. Joey walked with me outside and introduced me to the bouncers I didn’t know. “This is Jamie, Ali, Terrence, and Cory.” “What’s up, girl, you the one driving that fat Benz?” Jamie asked. “Yeah, that’s me,” I answered. I took a seat on the steps and talked with the guys until Joey was called on the walkie-talkie. As I stood up and announced to the guys that I was leaving. Cory jumped up and asked if he could walk me to my car. “No harm in that,” I replied and graciously accepted his offer. We walked up the block