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see Kayla in my office leaning against the door.  Shit.   How long has she been here?  Smiling at her, I realize I'm still breathing slightly erratically, and I must look crazy. 
      “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!   The whole office can hear you laughing!" Kayla yells at me.
  Jumping at her words, I quickly cover the phone, and try to focus on her as my breath hitches.
      "Nothing’s going on.  I'm f-fine Kayla.  I'm talking to the new Accounts Manager out of New York... Mr. Zin- Zinfandel."   Ooops.   A little giggle escapes. 
      I try to clamp down on the laughter. Shaking with the control I’m trying to hold over my body, the laughter is threatening to erupt again.
      Walking over to my desk, Kayla rips the phone from my hand, as I stare at her in shock.
      "Mr. Zinfandel.  I do apologize, but we’ll have to get back to you shortly.  We have an unexpected meeting beginning now.  Again, I apologize, but... Oh! I see.  Yes, she's alright.  I’m sorry?   Yes, I'm going to take care of her..."   Take care of me?  What the hell is she talking about?
      Trying to grab the phone away from Kayla, I stand as she glares down at me and continues. "Thank you, Mr. Zinfandel.  Oh, Z?   Yes, alright.  Much better name, anyway.  Prevents all us lushes in Chicago from falling off the wagon after speaking with you..."
  I can hear his rumble of laughter through the phone.  Kayla is giving him her best smile.  And though he can't see her, you can almost hear her seductive smile through the phone.
  "Apologize for my behavior..." I whisper, but Kayla just looks down at me and ignores me.  
      What is she, like 5'10 or something?   Why does she even wear high heels?
  "Z, I do apologize for this outburst. It's been a long day, and she rarely laughs so consider yourself lucky..." Kayla adds grinning at him through her voice.
  I think I’m going to die.  Could this be any more embarrassing?  Can I go home?  I want to go home now.  I want to go to sleep, and never wake up.
 
     
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      "Sweetie.  What the fuck is going on with you?  And DON'T say nothing .  I know you, and there is definitely something going on," Kayla practically snarls at me.  But she doesn't know me.  No one knows me .  I don't even know me.
      Exhaling, "I'm fine.  Honestly, Kayla.  I just got the giggles.  Everyone gets the giggles.  That's all," I flash my best, most innocent smile.
  "Yes.  Everyone gets the giggles from time to time, but not you.  I don't remember ever hearing you even laugh before.  What IS it?  Just tell me. Maybe, I can help." 
      Kayla isn't going to stop.  Kayla is going to continue her interrogation.  She will continue, because she can.  She is Kayla, and Kayla always gets what she wants.
  Without thinking, I scream, "I had a dirty dream about you last night!  Well, kind of dirty I guess.  We didn't actually do anything, but apparently my husband thought I was turned on in my sleep, and the next thing I knew he was making love to me while I was in a near coma from a bottle of Zinfandel..."  Breaking out into laughter at the name, I continue.   "…Marcus was quite turned on, by the way.  He offered up his services.  He is willing to have a threesome with you and me, because you are Hot Kayla.  So if you're into a 'five minute man', thrusting his penis into your uterus hard... Marcus is your man.  However, I did mention that sex wasn't very satisfying for me, so he's probably going to ignore my existence for the next two months or so, maybe even during the threesome.  But if you're interested, I'll be sure to tell him- he probably wouldn't be quite so mad at me anymore, if you're game…"  
      Breathing hard, almost choking on my nausea, I close my eyes and hear him deep inside me.
    " Breathe.  Come on, Sweetheart.  Just breathe slowly for me..." 
      God, his voice was