Oh how Janet loved a good party. And this New Years was no exception.
She had the dress made by her seamstress months ago- using the silk fabric she purchased last year in Asia while joining her husband Earl on a business trip.
She had to find something to do to keep busy while he hurried off to boardrooms each day.
And it was on that same businesstrip she discovered Earl’s business partner Charles.
Charles was charming, a sleek dresser and made incredible eye contact.
When she was with Earl-she felt invisible, but when Charles was there- she felt beautiful. And daring.
She had only exchanged knowing glances with Charles, and the two had never actually spoke alone.
Until tonight.
Tonight Janet saw Charles by the punch bowl, and she knew this was her chance.
He poured her a glass. She smiled and as she turned to walk away she paused and let her wrap lower revealing her neckline.
Charles smiled.
Could he smell the Channel No.5 she was wearing? Did he understand her intentions?
Their eyes met. And as he leaned in he spilled his punch on her new dress.
She barely moved.
Just then Earl rushed over to help with the mess they had made.
Quite a mess indeed.
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AAHHHHHH! You never disappoint with the AdTalk, Miss Marcy — wonderful! But this just underscores how much I hate fussy silly retro teeny tiny punch glasses, with their silly beaded handles no man in 100 could hold onto with big fat sausage fingers.
Also? Is it just me, or is she fairly stacked with a reeeeally reeeeally bad bra?
Go Janet, it’s your birthday . . .
LOL you always crack me up!
Little did Janet know that Earl and Charles had been “spilling the punch” for months on the many business trips Janet hadn’t been along on. Charles knew that by creating an “embarrassing situation” at this swanky soiree he might possibly be able to get Earl riled up enough to engage in some manly grappling. Oh, it was a flawless plan, indeed. He could be near the one he secretly desired, yet for the onlookers, both men were defending their honor.
hahah! I love this. LOVE IT.
First of all, I thought the clock was some type of headwear.
Second of all, you always add a sliver of adultry. Be it girl/boy or boy/boy (pacific court?) … oh it is there!
Third and final, bring back saddle shoes and the word “indeed” because I miss them both.