Proust’s Madeleine
Sunday at 4 ayem I was having a post-work beverage when my phone rang. I rarely answer the phone at that hour but it was my colleague Tim, so I figured what could go wrong. Unfortunately, at the end of the shift Tim hurt his vagina, actually his back, and asked if I could perhaps work for him in 7 hours. I tried to sleep through the opening of the bar but failed miserably and awoke to my cell phone blowing up. I was back at work less than 7 hours after I had left. I noticed two credit cards left from our bar next door. One was a name from my past. About 10 years ago, it seemed that every woman I met was named Jen and to differentiate they all had nick names. So one day attorney Jen set me up with financial analyst Jen. The latter got her name from her junior status job at the time. I picked her up and we went for sushi. We had a great time and decided to get a drink and dessert at the restaurant my sister worked at. We had some chocolately thing that F.A. Jen put on my lip and sucked it off. That was hot. Everything was going great until, she looked around and realized her purse had been stolen. Uh, oh! She claimed to have had $2,000 in it. She explained that she was supposed to hook up some ecstasy for her brother. I guess a hundred or so tabs would make sure her brother would have a great summer. At this point she became $2,000 Jen. We looked for her purse to no avail. We made it back to her place. Since her keys were in her purse, I had to break in for her. (Chivalrous, hollah that!) She realized that she hadn’t put the entire two large in her purse, which was quite a relief to all concerned. We ended up fooling around. She passed out and I left. Good times were had by all. That was until two days later when she was admitted to the hospital for salmonella. Maybe she got it from the sushi. Hey, I ate the same thing and felt fine. In any case, that was the last I saw of salmonella Jen. That was until Tim broke his vagina.
