Life is relaxing. And again, I have nothing in particular to say, but feel like posting. Hmm, what can I do to entertain you guys? I'm thinking, I'm thinking...I wish I had a story or something; I have to start writing and just posting those. I guess I can write a story now.

Herman left work early because he wanted to take his wife for a walk. Exiting the office building, which cast a grim shadow beyond the bright sun all over Herman's Volvo S80, he thought perhaps I should get smoothies. He clicked the lock button on the car's remote (well maybe he didn't because the S80 was an old car, so let me re-write that last sentence). He reinserted the key into the lock and locked the passenger side door. A few blocks up, Herman knew, was the smoothie store and since, he thought, the weather is nice he should walk and not drive. That was the kind of guy Herman was, well, that and the leaving work early thing, oh and also, the bringing home smoothies thing. On the way to the smoothie store, Herman passed a deli. The young Asian worker outside was rinsing the strawberries, peaches, and bananas with a hose. His thumb covered the hole so that the water would trickle over the soft shinny fruit. As Herman passed the Asian worker shot a friendly grin and wink at Herman, and before Herman knew, he was beside the worker picking out fruits to make smoothies at home for the walk. Back at the car, Herman unlocked the passenger door; put his briefcase in the passenger seat and the fruits on top of that, which he then covered with his jacket. He reached over the pile and manually pulled out the lock of the driver side door. The passenger side door slammed with an exciting crash as Herman rushed to drive home.

Traffic had picked up on the West Side highway and Herman cursed himself because now that he was late in leaving early, it would appear to his wife that he had left on time, thereby degrading the mental effort exuded. But no worries, the sun would still shine for a few more hours, making smoothies would be quick, and in deed, there would still be time for a nice, relaxing walk. Herman drove over the George Washington Bridge toward Fort Lee where Sharon and he shared a studio apartment until Herman would be promoted to partner, at which point, they planned to move into the city. That's what Sharon wanted anyway; Herman liked Fort Lee just fine. Sharon heard him unlock the door and appeared in the hallway as he turned around from hanging his coat. With a victorious smile Herman displayed his briefcase, holding it high in the air for Sharon to see. She started shrieking with joy, and while Herman would have liked to believe that she was so ecstatic about the bag of fruits, he knew he used the wrong hand to display the wrong item. Worse, he began deciphering what Sharon was yelling about, "Oh my god, you got partner!" She ran toward him, colliding with his chest, knocking the bag of fruits to the ground and the briefcase onto her head. But she didn't let go then, she just kissed his neck and shouted about his promotion. An unfamiliar dread came over Herman. His lie, he thought, would be very difficult to retract. And all he wanted was to make smoothies and go for a walk. Herman pulled his wife’s hands from around his neck and said, “Yes sweetie, I, eh, am being made partner.” Hesitant with the vagueness, Sharon wanted a definite answer. And as she began dropping to her knees and undoing Herman’s belt-buckle, she smiled seductively at him, and said, “Well partner’s are better paid, you,” she chuckled, “are getting a raise right?”

“Looks like it,” Herman commented as he shut his eyes and tilted his head back in self-loathing submission.
As he orgasmed into her wide open mouth he remembered the smoothies he wanted to make.