Ignorance is Bliss, Part 1
Ray Rogers woke up at seven thirty, his member still hard from the rapidly fading dream he'd been having. Always one to seize an opportunity, he seized his dick and indulged himself before getting out of bed. Light streamed in through the windows, but he took no special note of it. It was morningtime, of course it would be light outside. He scratched his ass, turned on the news, and washed his hands and face. R
Using a TV tray instead of his dining room table, Ray enjoyed a bowl of sugary cereal and watched Good Morning Magnolia, while entertaining the thought that if he had actually married Emily four years earlier, he would probably be choking down a wheatgrass smoothie, instead of savoring the little marshmallow bits in each bite. In that moment he was grateful that he hadn't, but by the end of the day, he would once again long for company, even if that company made him feel small and insignificant. Would he choose Lucky Charms over the ability to be held at night? No sane person would, but ultimately, that's what leaving her had brought him. E
Ray always took quick showers, but always paid close attention to his genitals, because he was paranoid that by the end of the day they would stink so much that people around him would notice. He didn't know where that fear came from, and in the back of his mind knew he wouldn't, but he had still distributed travel-sized bottles of cologne throughout his office. Just in case. M
He stood naked in front of the mirror for over a minute, examining himself and telling himself that he wasn't getting fat, that he was in great shape, considering his age. It was true, but he still had his doubts on the matter. An alarm on his phone started beeping, telling Ray that he had ten minutes before he had to be out the door. Phone in hand, he checked the text he’d received at some point in the morning. [Ray, I’m on my way. Pour me a drink, buddy.] Ray assumed his cell phone service provider had simply delayed delivery of the text, cursed them, and immediately forgot about the whole thing. After all, he needed to be on his way soon. In short order, he dressed himself in a baby blue shirt, an unassuming tie, grey slacks, and a pair of shoes that never felt like they fit right. E
The lock on his Honda stuck just a little, but he'd figured out the exact right way to get it unlocked months ago, instead of getting it fixed. The engine started without a problem. He'd been meaning to change out the NWA CD in the car with something a little more his style. He'd purchased it back in June, but couldn't remember why. The music was kind of infectious, though, and soon Ray bobbed his head vaguely to the beat and mouthed the lyrics. The drive to the office was as long as the album, less one song. Ray felt it an injustice, so he circled the block while that final song played before pulling into the parking lot. It would make him a few minutes late, he hoped George wouldn't notice. M
Injustice averted, Ray strode into the front door of the building, immediately greeted by Shannon. Lovely, brilliant, sad-looking Shannon. She looked at Ray with an expectant smile, but Ray averted his gaze, pretending not to notice. He walked by, cursing himself for not having the confidence to sweep her up into his arms, proclaiming to her and the world that he was her man, and neither man nor god could take that away. Instead of that, though, he watched Shannon’s smile fade from her face out of the corner of his eye, and ducked into the office. B
Nearly fifty drones toiled away at their desks, making phone calls, generating reports, or simply staring at their computers to look busy. Ray looked forward to joining the ranks of that last group for the next few hours. E
“Ray, it’s good to see you made it here in one piece,” Brandon said quietly.
“It was a near miss. A bus almost cut my commute to work short.” It was his favorite joke. No matter the circumstance, someone being hit by a bus always seemed funny to him. R
“It’s a shame, I wish it had. I could use a break from staring at your ugly mug all day.”
Ray picked up the horribly misshapen coffee mug from his desk and appraised it. “That’s not fair, I worked really hard on this mug.”
“Kindergarteners work really hard on their crayon drawings,” Brandon smiled, “but that doesn’t make them any good.”
“So, I take it you won’t want that crayon drawing of you and Cami to put up on your fridge, then? It’s really good.”
Brandon laughed and slung on his jacket, buttoning only the top button. “I think I’ll pass, but thank you for the thought.”
Ray shrugged magnanimously, “I take care of my people. It’s a gift. Good luck in there!”
His comment was met with Brandon baring his teeth at him and stalking away. Ray filled his mug at the coffee bar, sat at his desk, stared at his computer, and imagined an impossible life. A life in which he and Shannon the receptionist were together, and happy. _
All the while, strange thoughts entered his mind. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, but he thought nothing of it. B
He imagined waking up next to her in the morning, tracing a fingertip along her gentle, naked curves, and her making little noises of pleasure in her sleep. It wasn’t a deep, passionate fling he imagined, rife with ball-slapping sex on every stable surface in his apartment, ordering takeout for three straight days to fuel their sexual odyssey, though that was most certainly a thought he entertained. His thoughts were more longterm than that, a lifetime, perhaps. He imagined them old, sitting at a table, playing Chess together, and wondered if she played. He imagined them saving their money and vacationing together every few months, so they could explore little bits of the world together. So happy together. R
In short, he imagined an impossible life.
The tingling sensation at the base of his neck continued, making him feel that he was being watched. He scanned the office, trying to determine who could possibly be taking an interest in him. That was when he saw you. Sitting in front of whatever electronic device and being party to his innermost thoughts. He tried to figure out exactly how long you’d been there and, with a sinking feeling in his gut, realized you’d been watching him all day. A
“Hi,” He said to you meekly, and attempted a smile.
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