Tuesdays with Miss Jessica

Part Three

I walked into work the next day with a smile on my face, which shocked Nurse Anna. From the way she looked at me, like a five-footed alien, I clearly needed to lighten up a bit and smile more. Come to think of it, a homeless man had said the same thing to me a week earlier.

The most important thing to do was to check my horoscopes, they would definitely tell me all about what was in store for me with Don Juan.

My favourite site, which always seemed to tell me what I wanted to hear, did not fail me today. In the wise words of the Mystic Madame:

"You need only visualise what you want, and it will appear in the near future. Remember to proceed with passion; you have the chance to propel your emotions into an upward spiral".

Hmm, well that's easy, it's not hard to picture myself in a hot tub with The Dreamboat...sipping on champagne...or doing the McNasty...

Before my mind could move to a nsfw place, the piercing ring of the phone stung my ears. It was way too early for this.

"Hi, can I speak to Sue Henley please?"

You have got to be kidding me. This guy. This bloody guy.

"Haven't found your way to the dinner table yet?" I couldn't help but sneer. "I'll give you a hint, you missed it. Thanks for calling."

I have to admit, it felt good to hang up on this guy. Some people think the world revolves around them, or that it somehow owes them something. This guy had that air about him, the one which says 'I can be a douche to anybody because I earn lots of money'.

Brrrrriiiiiiiiing Brrrrriiiiiiiiing

He spoke before I could even get my words out.

"You seem to have forgotten your manners Miss.. Miss.. What was your name?" I could hear him smiling from the other end of the phone; I was just his entertainment for the morning.

"I didn't tell you. And I'm afraid I don't have time for this. I can put you through to Sue, but please remember to ask for her direct number"

I was more calm and professional than even I expected, but I was keen to get back to my daydream.

"Wait" He said quickly, before I could transfer the call.

"Listen, I'm sorry, we've got off on the wrong foot. I had a really lousy day yesterday, and you were the only thing that made me smile all day" He said slowly, and somewhat sincerely.

"Well, I'm glad I cheered you up. I'll transfer you now" I spoke and rang off quickly.

I didn't need an apology from this man. I just needed him to leave me alone so that I could fantasize about the fittie from last night giving me a shoulder massage and whispering naughty things in my ear.

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The week passed slowly, while I waited to see Joe Jr again. I'd spent days preparing my body in ways that I had not done since my university days. Hours were spent plucking and waxing, tanning and varnishing. It was such an effort to feel like a woman again; and to think, some women go through these rituals every morning!

Work had been quiet, and I'd only had one more call from the mystery caller which was verging on harassment.

When I'd arrived back at work on Friday after lunch, a bouquet of cream anemones and soft pink peonies had landed on my desk. I had assumed that they were for Anna from a thankful client. Occasionally, when she had helped someone through some troubles at work, she would be sent some flowers.

These ones were beautiful, not the usual colourful bunch that were the deal of the week on a flower delivery website. No, this bunch had been carefully selected, and well thought out. Maybe even hand picked and then arranged by the florist.