Of Wolves and Oranges

Chapter 27: Emails

Hey Golfie, Missing you. Any news on your car, babes?

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Hi Ford. Insurance says theyre going to pay for repairs. Damn, I had hoped for a write off. Mechanic says six weeks. Not that I have anywhere to go. Im pretty much stuck on out-patient duty for two weeks thanks to the sling. No calls. (yay) No clinic visits. (Ah) No visiting Eshowe (Double Ah). How is your first week at work? Love Liz.

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Hello, Babe, Sitting in the office at the house looking down the valley. I'm not sure if you knew what you were doing when you gave me a blow job on this chair. Now I can't get the feel of your lips on my dick off my mind. No work gets done in this office. Anyway, I've pretty much hit the ground running. Management has scheduled a European trip in one month to get us onto the international market. If we can import during their slow season, we can charge top prices. But its going to be about schmoozing the companies, so we are all systems go, writing out sales pitches and legal agreements for when they agree. Luckily, I had this in mind whilst doing my MBA so lots of the drafts are done and they just have to be given the go-ahead.

Wish I could come visit but completely swamped.

Ford

Ps Ma and Max send their love. Rich overheard them and sent a stay the fuck away from here. Hes still worried about the gang linking you to us.

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Hey Ford. Since I wasn't on call this weekend, I joined the physios on their weekend away at Ndumo. Saw lots of elephants and a few rhino, but the best was seeing a leopard. Unfortunately, it was too dark for photos so no one believes me. I wonder if the detective would allow me to stage a photo shoot?

Oo, that blow job. Has anyone ever told you that you have a big :----D. Filled me up so good baby;} Reminds me, we still need to do that secretary and boss role play, its the perfect table for it. I may even spank you with the ruler!

Ps. Yolande my house-mate wants to know what you weigh. She says you broke the spare bed. She says that only someone as big as you would want someone as fat as me. Bitch. #sorrynotsorry. #christianlove

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Dear Golf. Seems like bitchiness surpasses all religions. Well, you can tell her I'm working on it. Or should I say Ric is working on me. He says I cannot remain the mammoth-mountain-hipster-man (his words) and is dragging me to his MMA club every evening and has removed all unhealthy food from my house. Including my peanut butter. Peanut butter is healthy!! I think he just wants me to lose weight so I don't pin him again when we wrestle.

So, between this European trip and Rics really crazy workouts I am exhausted at the end of the day. But never too much to be stop dreaming of you. #cheesynotcheesy

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Poor Ford. If you'd like, I could always have a stern word with your crazy little brother. Not! Sorry, he still scares the bejeezus out of me. At least you can have brother bonding time.

I have now officially applied for an obstetric medical officer post in Empangeni. What a bloody mission. They have all kinds of forms I need to download from all kinds of departments, and then my CV and my ID and police clearance. I'm surprised they dont want a blood sample. Well actually they want proof of Hepatitis B vaccinations so I guess that is practically a blood sample! Anyway, if I get the job I will be with you from January. Happy dance!

Just to be safe, I have also applied for emergency medicine and paediatrics. But OBGYN is my first love. I love helping women and delivering the babies. Hopefully this could help the shifters at some stage as well. Love Liz.

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Dear Golfie. OK. All set for Europe. I've packed all my warmest clothes since its going to be winter over there. Ma took me to a tailor in Empangeni to have three new suits made. Mr Reddy has a tiny shop behind the Shoprite down town, and he custom-makes all the shifters' clothes. The last time I went to him was for grad and he is very impressed at how I had grown. He did need to stand on a stool to measure me this time.

On the way home, Ma forced me into one of the Pakistani barbers to have my beard shaved off and my hair cut. Management demands I look the corporate part, even if my face will freeze off. Even though I admit the hot towel was awesome and they did a great job with my ton of hair, I still feel that nothing beats a lap dance from my best girl.

I'll be back in two weeks. Love you. Jaco.