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From: "ReadyOne" <ReadyOne@DROPMEameritech.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} Elsie and the Message.
Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 18:10:06 -0500
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Elsie and the Message (nosex)
Copyright (c) 2003 ReadyOne All rights reserved.

Elsie comes and cleans for us every now and then, and
I've had the hots for her ever since I first
interviewed her.  Of course, it's very hard to start
something with an employee, especially when you're
living with another woman.  But Kathy was out at some
girl's breakfast that day, so my conversation with
Elise would at least start out private.

"How's it going?" I asked Elsie, coming up to stand
elbow to elbow beside her at the kitchen sink.  Getting
into her personal space was intentional.

"OK," Elsie replied.

"Just OK?  Caught any breaks lately?"

"I'm busy, with family or working.  Nothing bad,
nothing good; same-o, same-o," she answered.

"Sounds like you need some excitement in your life.
Wouldn't it be nice to do something for yourself, just
for fun?" I asked.

"It'd be nice.  Maybe I can schedule it in." She
paused.  "When I get enough energy to get enthused
about it." Then she cracked a tiny smile at her joke.

"You can have fun cleaning houses, and that's already
on your schedule," I said.

"I clean houses so I can make money.  Where's the fun
in that?" Elsie asked.

"You have fun with the people.  Laugh a bit.  Make
friends you can enjoy while you're working.  Think of
funny things than can happen while you work." I
replied.

Then I started the story that I had come to tell her.

"I know one place where the guy didn't realize what he
was doing.  Or maybe it was Freudian.  Or maybe he
really did, and he had thought long and hard before
setting it up.

Anyway, he left the nightstand drawer open where all
the sex toys where kept, had a couple of books on the
dresser like 'The Affair' and "Woman on Top', along
with a bill from a local hotel."

Elsie didn't say anything, but started to blush a
little.  I felt my face heat up too.  You see, I was
'the guy'.

"I don't know if the cleaning lady did a lot of
thinking while she worked, or had a dirty mind, or
both.  But she saw how all that stuff could fit
together into a subtle invitation for them to get
together for you-know-what.  Maybe he was teasing her,
or maybe it was all coincidence and didn't mean
anything.  Anyway, she decided to have some fun."

I smiled right at her, and tried to forget how red my
face probably was.

"This gal was smart and very creative.  The guy kept a
'junk dish' on the dresser plus a couple of boxes and
bottles, and she used various items to layout a
picture.  She even took a trip to another room to get a
paper clip to add to her picture.

"She made a 'V' added a couple of circles and unfolded
one end of the paper clip, leaving a loop.  Then she
put the long straight end just touching a circle near
the top of the 'V'."

"Interesting," Elsie said, almost certainly remembering
the design she had made on the dresser.

"When the guy got back," I went on, "he went crazy
studying her symbols, trying to read a message into
them.  The more he looked at them, the more messages he
saw.  They guy even consulted some friends for an
interpretation, but they didn't see near as much as he
did."

I broke down and grinned big at Elsie; it had been hard
to keep my face halfway straight while I told the
story.  Elsie smiled like Mona Lisa.

"Was she just having fun, wondering if he knew what he
had done?  Was she teasing him back?  Suggesting that
they get together?  And what did the paper clip
touching the circle mean?  Was the paper clip supposed
to be a tongue, or something else?  Did the circle
stand for a mouth, or something else?"

I paused, waiting for Elsie to comment.  Anything could
happen here.  My fear and suspense were so strong that
I had to struggle very hard not to just turn away and
flee.  Would I be put down, encouraged, blown off, or
something else entirely?

"Sounds like a wicked girl," Elsie cynically said.

That didn't help me at all, unless Elsie wanted me to
forget that the whole thing happened.  So, I went on
with the story.

"After really racking his brain, the guy decided to
take a middle course.  If anything happened, good or
bad, he didn't want anyone pissed off, especially the
cleaning lady.  So using the doctrine of plausible
deniability, he wrote up a list of 'Top Ten Reasons To
Go Muff Diving' to give her.  The idea was that he
would enjoy eating her out, no strings attached.

"The list was his original work and it made him proud.
He had thought up dozen reasons, not just the final
ten, and all by himself.  Plus the list was gender
neutral; at least as far as the person going down was
concerned.

"He put the list at the top of the recycle bin, half-
in, half-out, and made the bin hang out crooked from
underneath the laser printer in his office.  He also
added some more junk to the dish on his dresser so that
she had lots of ways to express herself if she wanted
to arrange more pictures.  Then, for the first time
ever, he asked her to clean the bedroom he was using
for his office.  And of course, he went crazy with
nervous excitement waiting, wondering and hoping while
she did the upstairs."

I looked at Elsie again and asked, "Do you want to
guess what happened?"

"She left him a message?" Elsie queried.

"When the cleaning woman finished up, she asked him to
inspect his office and check her work.  He ran upstairs
and searched, paying particular attention to the
recycle bin and surrounding area.  He checked the rest
of the office.  He went and looked at the top of the
dresser.  He was running around like a chicken with
it's head cut off looking everywhere he could think of
for anything that the cleaning woman could have left
which even remotely resembled a sign or a message."

I had finally had Elise really smiling.

"He couldn't take too much time -- after all, how long
does it take to look and see if a room is clean?  Plus,
if there was some sort of message, he wanted to get it
hidden away so he could avoid having to explain it if
his family encountered it first.  He was really in a
panic!"

Elsie was beginning to chuckle.

"After all that he had built himself up to, his heart
was broken.  At least, he thought, if she left a
message the first time, she should leave a message a
second time, even if the message was to go jerk off and
not ever even think about bothering the help again!"

That got a nice laugh from Elsie.  "Serves him right!"
she said.

"For what?"

"For not looking not inside his shaving kit under his
bathroom sink!" Elsie explained.

It was my turn to laugh, then smile and shake my head
in sorrow at not having figured it out.  And I was
grateful that we now we both had some idea of where the
other stood -- or I would if I could find her message.

"See?  You can always have fun cleaning houses!" I
exclaimed, and slipped away from her to go upstairs to
my bathroom.

The little note tucked in next to my razor said,
"Only clean shaven guys go down on me, and
not while I'm supposed to be working."

BTW, Did I mention that I wear a full beard?

ReadyOne@DROPMEameritech.net

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