I must apologize for the absence of posts recently. I got stuck fixing a set of problems at work which left little to no free time. I know the tournament is over, but I did get a few moments to record some notes as things progressed, and now will build upon those notes to finish the series. Spanket starts with Joining the Competition.
March 24th, 12:02pm
Jessie had received the email from Diane an hour ago, but only just got the chance to read it. And reread it. And reread it again. Now she had just scrolled down to the table of current scores in the center of the message.
The first weekend is the books and some of us are going better than others.
The current scores are:
Alice – 30 pts with a possible score of 86 pts
Julie – 30 pts with a possible score of 126 pts
Rebecca – 35 pts with a possible score of 83 pts
Jessie – 44 pts with a possible score of 124 pts
Ethel – 44 pts with a possible score of 152 pts
Diane – 45 pts with a possible score of 157 pts
Remember, if you want to trade scores with someone else, both ladies need to email me stating they want to switch.
Enjoy the break in action, well basketball action. I know I will 🙂
“What to do, what to do?” she mumbled to herself. She had been thinking of this question for a day and a half, since the hangover faded on Saturday afternoon. It had taken all her muster to stay behaved while such a momentous question hanged over her head. After Arizona clinced a birth in the sweet sixteen, Nate had asked her an innocent enough request, but her snarky response had nearly upended her. He had cut off his disapproving stare with a few well placed kisses and a quickie on the kitchen counter.
Yesterday she came to the conclusion that if she was far behind, she would bite the bullet and take a quick spanking now to prevent a more involved event later on. She also decided if she was in the lead she would try her hand at being on top, if the situation presented itself. But what about now? She had not prepared for being in the middle, with a good current score, but a poor potential score. What should she do?
“I know, go out to lunch or stay at your desk, such a hard decision.”
Jessie jumped at the sound of her coworker’s voice behind her. In a flash she flipped over her phone and tried to act nonchalant as she turned around. The sudden interuption had sent a spike of adreline through her body, now she could feel her heart pound way below her bra. She immediately though the mousey Mary had seen over her shoulder and seen everything. Or even worst, she hadn’t been talking to herself IN her head.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mary apologized, bowing slightly to hide the blush crossing her cheeks as she retreated from the cubicle.
The demure stature freaked Jessie out. She thought Mary must have heard everything and knew her dirty little secret, and now was trying to excuse herself from the awkward situation. “It’s not what you think,” Jessie blurted out before she could really think through the situation.
The unexpected response caused Mary to pause at the cubicle doorway. “Hu?”
Jessie saw question spread across her coworker’s face. This was her out chance to escape, with miminal additional embarassment. “What did you say?”
“I wanted to see if you wanted to go to lunch? What,” Mary answered.
“Oh yes,” Jessie accepted, cutting off Mary. Grabbing her purse, she fled her desk, hoping the open space of the lobby would divert attention to a new topic.
The four simple words caused her to fret all day, and into the drive home. What should she do?