"Oliver, it's very kind of you, inviting me on a picnic date. I like the idea of it very much, I didn't do picnicking before, so it's like the first time for me. Yeah", I laugh a little bit about my last sentence. I hope, he doesn't think about me as a desperate woman, he needs to pity. I want to be an independent, stand-up woman, getting the best out of herself. Not acting on other opinions and devices, but it's not easy to be confident. Society makes the worst out of anyone crossing it.
"That, ... I can't understand. You are a grown woman. And please, don't be shy around me or belittle yourself. You are perfect the way you are, Wanda", he takes me in a hug. "Do you want to go to the gym with me tomorrow, Oliver?", I take the chance to ask him properly. I hope, he accepts my offer. I want to spend a lot of time with him, maybe for the rest of my life? Maybe. He makes me feel better, but not only because of his words, my self confidence has grown since the day I have started training. Sport is a wonderful way to increase your mood and psychic activity.
"Wanda, that's a wonderful idea. I like it very much, so we can do partner exercises, I think it will be a lot of fun, too." I hope, he likes the idea truly. "So, Wanda, do you like a few purple grapes?" I nod. But he doesn't hand me the plate with the grapes, he takes a few in his hand and advices me to lay down, so he can lead them into my mouth. After the third grape his fingers touch my lips, pushing the fourth grapes with the front of his fingers between my lips. To our environment it must seem grotesque, but I like it that way. It's only between us, this moment is ours.
"Little bird, do you mind going on an adventure with me?", he asks me, starring into the distance. Should I, shouldn't I? What did I say before? Stand up!
"Yes, I like to", I didn't ask him which adventure he thinks of, I guess, something private is going on. He looks at me, with understanding in his eyes. "Thanks Wanda. I know you are not the spontaneous kind of woman, so I do count it, you didn't ask me about reason I like to start this adventure. Thank you", he bows down to me, giving me a peck on my lips.
"When does this, so called, adventure start?", is the only question I ask him. He's right with his assessment about me, I'm in no way a spontaneous woman. Frankly, I expect him giving me an answer. "Monday, next week. I take over the planning, be ready at five a.m. Monday morning. I collect you at your home. Take only a few clothes with you, pack it in a travel bag, but pay attention to pack clothes for warm and cold occasions, so for short, be prepared for everything." Okay, it seems we are going on a world tour. I'm okay with it, I persuade myself. Getting the stick out of your behind, I call my own device to me.
The sun goes down, birds are ending their constant peeping, going to sleep peacefully until the next morning. We are laying down, until the cold crawls into our bones. With trembling fingers, we clean up the place and are leaving to his car. He takes me with him, because he is afraid of letting me go home alone. The public traffic is not the best to ride at night, creepy people are lurking in every corner. As I worked for Mr. Roland back then, I often go home at night, because work didn't allow me to go home after my obligation, I offered my soul to him. Feeding it to the devil, you can say. He feasted on it, every day, it has been a never-ending resource to run his firm.
In the last months, I have got a few messages from him. Some of them I didn't understand, because he commands me to come back to him. But nobody in his/her right mind would work under him again. Especially, if you have such a nice boss like Oliver. He gives me proper work to do, doing anything to hold me at this place, he fancies my person and my qualities as a disciplined worker. I like it and I'm content with this way of living.
As he's driving me home, he lays his hand on my thigh and massaging the flesh. My muscles are relaxing under his grip, getting excited and desperate for more touches.
He stops his car in front of the building, where I declared my home. In there I write down on a notice paper to care about all my living standards until next Monday. It could be, Oliver's adventure lasts longer than a few days, so I should think of a way to pay my rent for the next time, including all the water and energy stuff. On Sunday I need to clean my living space and preparing the fridge for a longer shut down. I don't like to see rotten fruits and meals in there, I don't want to think about the smell I would become for a greeting. No way. I need to organize something, so I see a clean and smell a good touch of cleaning agents in the air. I like it that way, so nothing comes between.
Going to my bed, I'm laying down and looking through the new daily post on my phone. So many news, you don't make it to read them all. But suddenly, there's a mail plopping up. Guess, who? Roland, my old boss. But after a short looking through I move it to the bin. You can't waste your time on a man, who's lifestyle consists of making other people life in a misery. He's not my king, so he should back off and let me live a peaceful life. I hope, he has gotten my thought of him, but I guess my first answer was not enough to him. There I did write down my opinion of him, then I haven't answered him back again since then.