Date: Wed, 5 Apr 1995 06:52:47 -0700
Title: Uniform buttons!!

"Do you remember me?  I've tried to keep away from you
for the last few weeks because of all the pressures here
at the Center, but it seems to me that we have to resume
our ... errr, relationship... sooner or later."

It's Doris, one of the 3-4 uniformed security staff.  As she
approaches she is cleaning her shades, shining them,
turning them and with her hot breath steaming the
lens, rubbing stroking...

 lap.i.dary \'lap-*-.der-e_-\ n : one who cuts, polishes, and
  engraves precious stones.

"Hi Doris.  Yeah it has been awhile.  Sorry I haven't looked
you up but like you said I haven't been around and when
I am here, I'm not sure ..."

"Are you up for lunch sometime, maybe we can get over to
Bikers for a special lunch, or even my place.  You've never
been there and I'd like to ... show you a couple things."

She's done with her shades and puts them back on.  I can
see my reflection in the distorted wrap-around image of the
office.

"Sure, but as usual I'm not sure my lunches will be too
regular for this week.  Looks like I have plenty to catch up with,
you know.  So, how have you been?  Getting any time off?"

pal.li.ate \'pal-e_--.a_-t\ vb
  1: to ease without curing
  2: to cover by excuses : EXTENUATE 
  -- pal.li.a.tion \.pal-e_--'a_--sh*n\ n
  -- pal.li.a.tive \'pal-e_--.a_-t-iv\ adj or n.

I honestly cannot remember what our "relationship" was.
Did we ... go out?  Was it just Bikers?

One of the pocket flaps on her starchy uniform blouse is un-
buttoned and is sticking straight out.  She saw me notice and
quickly tries to flatten it but there's no button and when she
moves her gloved hand it just pops back to its
perpendicular status.  She smiles and looks over the top of
her shades, green eyes deep green eyes my oh my, and
says, "looks like I need a button."


Wednesday.
later with love,
de