Jen415
Sun Aug 10 2008, 1:21pm
This was written by my lover/friend who is a wonderful Aber....it is DELICIOUS!! :)
A MORNING WITH BUNCHES OF MONEY
I wake up to a glorious day. The sun is shining brightly through the window. A lazy fan is spinning over my head and I feel my dog stretching beside me on the bed. Following his cue, I stretch, too. The motion makes me topple a stack of $20 bills I have on my nightstand, which is fine because I would have to move them to see my digital clock anyway. I notice that had I awaken a moment later the gentle, warm voice of my clock would gave cheerily greeted me and welcomed me to another day of glorious creation. I am so happy to be alive.
Scratching, I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. In route, I trip over another pile of money, this one sloppily shoved up against a wall near the doorway. I make a mental note to move it later and casually glance about the room for a likely resting place. I giggle as I see every potential surface already has large denomination bills taking up the space.
My commodious bathroom is voice and motion activated. The light comes on when I enter. I tell the shower to come on, as it will find my preferred setting and gently spray me from above and all sides. I’m grateful I remembered to move the stack of money that was on the marble stall seat the evening before and briefly wondered if that’s where the cash from the wall originally came from. It is difficult to remember. I laugh at my forgetfulness.
Refreshed from my shower, I wander naked into my kitchen and am greeted our housekeeper. She informs me that breakfast is mostly on the table and that the hot stuff is coming up shortly. She also tells me she needs to do some shopping. I remind her she can either use our unlimited credit accounts at any number of stores or simply grab a handful of money from a large bowl near the front door containing. I’m not sure how much is there, it is frequently replenished, but it looks like a lot.
Breakfast occupies the fine white linen cloth covering a dark mahogany table surrounded by incredibly comfortable chairs. My wife is already there drinking her coffee and juice. I peck her cheerfully on her cheek and take my seat adjacent to her. I briefly admire the fresh flowers on the center of the table. I can smell our favorite foods in preparation and my mouth is watering. She is chattering away with the things she has planned for the day, including a trip to Atlanta so she can find some special craft materials she needs for a current project. She also points to a canvas bag resting in a chair beside and informs me it is loose money that needs to go to the bank. She asks me to deposit it, suggesting I might also gather some of the other stacks of cash to deposit them as well. Like me, she’s been stumbling over them lately.
Breakfast is a dream. I tell my housekeeper to give herself a raise.
My wife and I plan an intimate meal out at the end of the day; a new ethnic restaurant we have been reading about. I kiss her goodbye and I wander back to my office. I think I want to get the bank deposit out of the way first thing. As I reach for my computer to check my schedule, I inadvertently jiggle my desk, spilling dozens of piles of silver dollars I have idly stacked over the weeks. The sound is loud enough to garner a call from the kitchen, the housekeeper wanting to know if I am okay. I laugh and tell her I need to begin my “hobby” once again.
It turns out my schedule includes a lot of free time. I am having lunch with a lover of mine at a favorite haunt where we can dine not only sumptuously but also privately. I’m hoping I can coax her to cuddle (and more) at an apartment we have rented in the city for that purpose. Nothing unseemly is going on, the apartment is just a matter of convenience and something just the two of us share. I have loads of my time to make my deposit before I see her – perhaps I can purchase a small gift for her on my way to the restaurant. I relish this thought. She has a fondness for jewelry, perfume, flowers, and tickets to live events. The joy of buying things for my friends never gets old. After all, I have such excess it would be a shame not to spoil others with it.
I have a second walk-in closet off my office, so I get dressed there. I love the feel of the fine materials I wear, both in touching them and how they drape against my skin. The smell in my closet includes leathers. I dress casually and smartly. The full-length mirror shows off my joy, affluence, and health, and allows me a quick moment of vanity. My clothes fit immaculately.
Returning to my desk, I wonder where my checkbook is so I can retrieve a deposit slip. It’s been months since I have seen it. I no longer balance it (or need to). I let a personal accountant and money manager handle all of that stuff. In fact, I am making the bank run just because I want to you. I am treated warmly and with respect at the bank because I have money, a benefit I allow as I enjoy being waited on by attentive, capable people. Doubtless, they will have the forms I need to do my business.
I reach for my wallet and notice I can’t fold it in half (again!) because it is thick with bills – so much for folding money. This happens routinely. I make a note to exchange anything under $100 to the larger denomination. That will help. I actually don’t need to carry cash because all of my credit cards are limitless and paid monthly. It’s like free money. I keep the cash because it thrills me to see it when I look into my wallet. Besides, you never know when you might need to tip someone for excellent service.
My expensive convertible opens at my touch and starts on my verbal command. I have chosen this vehicle over my other fine transports because of the bright, sunny day outside. I set the bag of money on the seat beside me; I deliberately “forgot” to collect other piles. I go to put my fat wallet into the center console but see I can’t because it is already overflowing with cash. So I toss the wallet on the passenger seat next to the bag.
Driving to the nearby bank, I touch a button on my steering wheel and telephone my lover to confirm our lunch. We’re still on. I’m to pick her up. She shares a quick story about losing her purse and someone returning without a cent missing. Laughing, she says she rewarded this person by giving them every dollar the purse contained, a large but unknown amount. Then she gets coy. She tells me she can’t wait for our lunch because she has a surprise for me.
Mmm. I love surprises.```````````````````````````
:heart: :queen: :heart: Jen
A MORNING WITH BUNCHES OF MONEY
I wake up to a glorious day. The sun is shining brightly through the window. A lazy fan is spinning over my head and I feel my dog stretching beside me on the bed. Following his cue, I stretch, too. The motion makes me topple a stack of $20 bills I have on my nightstand, which is fine because I would have to move them to see my digital clock anyway. I notice that had I awaken a moment later the gentle, warm voice of my clock would gave cheerily greeted me and welcomed me to another day of glorious creation. I am so happy to be alive.
Scratching, I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. In route, I trip over another pile of money, this one sloppily shoved up against a wall near the doorway. I make a mental note to move it later and casually glance about the room for a likely resting place. I giggle as I see every potential surface already has large denomination bills taking up the space.
My commodious bathroom is voice and motion activated. The light comes on when I enter. I tell the shower to come on, as it will find my preferred setting and gently spray me from above and all sides. I’m grateful I remembered to move the stack of money that was on the marble stall seat the evening before and briefly wondered if that’s where the cash from the wall originally came from. It is difficult to remember. I laugh at my forgetfulness.
Refreshed from my shower, I wander naked into my kitchen and am greeted our housekeeper. She informs me that breakfast is mostly on the table and that the hot stuff is coming up shortly. She also tells me she needs to do some shopping. I remind her she can either use our unlimited credit accounts at any number of stores or simply grab a handful of money from a large bowl near the front door containing. I’m not sure how much is there, it is frequently replenished, but it looks like a lot.
Breakfast occupies the fine white linen cloth covering a dark mahogany table surrounded by incredibly comfortable chairs. My wife is already there drinking her coffee and juice. I peck her cheerfully on her cheek and take my seat adjacent to her. I briefly admire the fresh flowers on the center of the table. I can smell our favorite foods in preparation and my mouth is watering. She is chattering away with the things she has planned for the day, including a trip to Atlanta so she can find some special craft materials she needs for a current project. She also points to a canvas bag resting in a chair beside and informs me it is loose money that needs to go to the bank. She asks me to deposit it, suggesting I might also gather some of the other stacks of cash to deposit them as well. Like me, she’s been stumbling over them lately.
Breakfast is a dream. I tell my housekeeper to give herself a raise.
My wife and I plan an intimate meal out at the end of the day; a new ethnic restaurant we have been reading about. I kiss her goodbye and I wander back to my office. I think I want to get the bank deposit out of the way first thing. As I reach for my computer to check my schedule, I inadvertently jiggle my desk, spilling dozens of piles of silver dollars I have idly stacked over the weeks. The sound is loud enough to garner a call from the kitchen, the housekeeper wanting to know if I am okay. I laugh and tell her I need to begin my “hobby” once again.
It turns out my schedule includes a lot of free time. I am having lunch with a lover of mine at a favorite haunt where we can dine not only sumptuously but also privately. I’m hoping I can coax her to cuddle (and more) at an apartment we have rented in the city for that purpose. Nothing unseemly is going on, the apartment is just a matter of convenience and something just the two of us share. I have loads of my time to make my deposit before I see her – perhaps I can purchase a small gift for her on my way to the restaurant. I relish this thought. She has a fondness for jewelry, perfume, flowers, and tickets to live events. The joy of buying things for my friends never gets old. After all, I have such excess it would be a shame not to spoil others with it.
I have a second walk-in closet off my office, so I get dressed there. I love the feel of the fine materials I wear, both in touching them and how they drape against my skin. The smell in my closet includes leathers. I dress casually and smartly. The full-length mirror shows off my joy, affluence, and health, and allows me a quick moment of vanity. My clothes fit immaculately.
Returning to my desk, I wonder where my checkbook is so I can retrieve a deposit slip. It’s been months since I have seen it. I no longer balance it (or need to). I let a personal accountant and money manager handle all of that stuff. In fact, I am making the bank run just because I want to you. I am treated warmly and with respect at the bank because I have money, a benefit I allow as I enjoy being waited on by attentive, capable people. Doubtless, they will have the forms I need to do my business.
I reach for my wallet and notice I can’t fold it in half (again!) because it is thick with bills – so much for folding money. This happens routinely. I make a note to exchange anything under $100 to the larger denomination. That will help. I actually don’t need to carry cash because all of my credit cards are limitless and paid monthly. It’s like free money. I keep the cash because it thrills me to see it when I look into my wallet. Besides, you never know when you might need to tip someone for excellent service.
My expensive convertible opens at my touch and starts on my verbal command. I have chosen this vehicle over my other fine transports because of the bright, sunny day outside. I set the bag of money on the seat beside me; I deliberately “forgot” to collect other piles. I go to put my fat wallet into the center console but see I can’t because it is already overflowing with cash. So I toss the wallet on the passenger seat next to the bag.
Driving to the nearby bank, I touch a button on my steering wheel and telephone my lover to confirm our lunch. We’re still on. I’m to pick her up. She shares a quick story about losing her purse and someone returning without a cent missing. Laughing, she says she rewarded this person by giving them every dollar the purse contained, a large but unknown amount. Then she gets coy. She tells me she can’t wait for our lunch because she has a surprise for me.
Mmm. I love surprises.```````````````````````````
:heart: :queen: :heart: Jen