Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,40

back when I had more time to talk. My morning schedule consisted of seven back-to-back meetings with the senator before 3:00 PM. Then I had to make sure the senator’s travel staff had all the necessary paperwork needed for the hearings he was presiding over. By 6:30 PM, the senator and his travel staff were on their way to Albany for the next four days. Near exhaustion, I leaned my head back in my chair and began to reminisce about Jordan. Then my thoughts fast forwarded to that mysterious man I danced with in the club. It was sometime after 9:00 PM when I left work. I was mentally drained, and needed to release my stress, so I packed up my briefcase and headed for gym before going home. I arrived at the gym shortly before 10:00 PM and set out to put in an hour or two before going home. I needed to put in an hour of cardio in, so I switched between the elliptical machine and the stationary bike. Then I switched off to stomach crunches, leg lifts and finished off my workout with a couple of laps in the pool before calling it quits. I was determined to keep this body in shape and worked at it every chance I could.

For the next two weeks, my schedule was back to its regular routine and moving at a steady pace. I went to work, the gym and the club on Sundays. For the next five consecutive Sundays, I scouted the club for my mystery man with no results. Then on the sixth week, almost as soon as I walked to the edge of dance floor I spotted his handsome face from across the crowed room. Oh shit! It’s him! This time I was prepared for what ever came my way. I took a deep breath and danced my way though the crowd in his direction. I was trying to act nonchalant and pretend that I didn’t recognize him. I looked at him with a straight face hoping that he would remember me, and he did! He stopped dancing with his friends danced over to me, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek then motioned for me to swing my hips against his. Oh was I ever excited! Shit, I was so worked up. Damn, he really is cute, I said to myself. If he made a move on me, I certainly was going to give him a chance to get it! But first, I have to find out his name. Well, he must have had the same idea because as soon as that idea popped into my head, he asked me my name. Shit, the music was so loud; I couldn’t hear what he had said. So after asking him six times to repeat his name, I felt stupid and stopped asking him, what his name was!

So again I danced with the nameless chocolate man. We danced the same way, we did the first night we met, bumping, grinding, and sweating; it felt like deja vu. We danced at least two hours before we took a break. He headed in the direction of the bar, and I excused myself and walked to the ladies’ room. When I returned to the dance floor to continue my bump and grind with chocolate man. I noticed the house lights were flickering on and off and the club’s security were walking onto to floor. After frantically looking around the floor, I observed my mystery man, my chocolate man; walking away from the coat check line with his coat and heading toward the exit door. Shit! I couldn’t get past the crowd fast enough to stop him and I couldn’t call out to him because I didn’t know his name and refused to yell out hey you! By the time I made it to the coat check line, it was twenty people deep. I couldn’t wait, I had to get my things and fast! So I pushed my way to the front of the line and passed a $5.00 bill along with my ticket to the next person. “Please would you take my ticket, I have to get out of here,” I said softly. The guy looked up and gladly took my money and ticket and passed it to the attendant. It took a few minutes to get my things and when I did, I ran thru the crowd and waved at the club’s security as I reached the