Yes, this day... was not good.  My boss was out of town.  The accountants I
also work for merely plopped a gift bag on my desk and said, "This is from
us."  They then left without so much as a "thank you for the work you do"
(okay, the gift was a nice antique, handpainted dish - I was pleased but
woulda been more so with a nice "thank you for the work you do").  At least
one of the engineers has promised me a sugar-free pie tomorrow, and I *know*
he'll say the all-important phrase.  While all the other secretaries were
going out for lunch, I ate a bologna sandwich at my desk.  I am NOT happy.

I'm also NOT an addict...

THEREFORE, this little fantasy which I gladly dedicate to Jules, a secretary
who will understand...

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Another Secretary's Week Fantasy
by Libby Singleton

     After being thoroughly ignored on Secretary's Day, you quit without
giving notice.  It isn't until you are out of your former office that you
remember the stack of unpaid bills sitting in your billbox at home.

     Panicked, you buy the nearest copy of the evening _Toronto Star_ even 
though you know you won't be able to start looking for another position until the
morning.  After all, who would be interviewing this time of night?  To your
surprise, there IS someone....

     When you buzz the front door at the radio station as instructed by the
ad, a tall, regal man peers out of the sound booth.  You hold up your folded
paper, pointing to the advertisement for a night-time administrative
assistant.  One side of his perfect lips turn up in a smile.

     As he approaches the door, you can't help staring though you know your
mouth is hanging open.  He's dressed very stylishly in taylored, black
clothing.  When you gaze up into his piercing, steel blue eyes, waves of
warmth travel throughout your body, but you manage to avoid embarrassing
yourself with a Nunklier meltdown.  *That* might not make a good impression
during a job interview.  (Remember that Annie and don't DARE think of
*him*...<g>)

     "Please, follow me," he says as his cold, strong hand guides you inside
the CERK lobby.  You notice he appears to be sizing you up and are pleased
that his smile widens - sexual harrassment be damned in this case, and this
case *only*!  "I, my dear, am the Nightcrawler, also known as Lucien LaCroix.
 We will conduct the interview in the soundbooth.  I have a taped segment
running at the moment."

     He holds your chair for you as you sit.   Hands shaking, you manage to
dig a resume' from your briefcase and offer it to him.  "I... I don't have
radio station experience, but I'm a quick learner...."

     "I'm sure you are, my dear," he says, laughing almost mockingly.  He
begins reading your skills aloud.  LaCroix's voice makes it sound as though
your job career is a work of art.  When he reaches your interests, he pauses,
"Roman history?"

     "I have strange hobbies..." you admit.

     "Hardly so, I assure you!  I practically lived Roman history."  He sits
the paperwork on the soundpanel.  "You are intelligent, capable, beautiful,
and, most of all, you are hardly a trial to my patience," he says
seductively.  "You are, indeed, the sort of charming creature I could spend
eternity with."

     You find yourself unable to move as he runs his fingers through your
hair.  "You see," he explains, "I am looking for oh, so ever much more than a
mere secretary.  I am looking for a... companion, a daughter, as it were."
 He brushes your hair away from your neck, tilting your head slightly.  "You
will do *quite* nicely."

     There is a loud growl before cold teeth enter your neck.  Within
seconds, an ecstasy unlike any you have know before rushes through you,
lasting for your eternity with ... NUNKIES!!!!!

Libby
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