Rosie and Edelgarde were in one car. Bill found they had pulled next to his car on the loading dock, so when he met up with them, they agreed that he would follow them to that little place he and Rosie had visited which was on his way home.
Bill parked behind Rosie’s car and made his way up to them. He was planning to stand outside the car on the driver’s side so he could just do a quick talk but Rosie invited him into the car. He started to get into the back and she quickly said “Not there stupid.” So he walked around and as he was going to get in, Edelgarde slid out and made it so he sat in the front between them.
“What’s up?” Edelgarde asked.
Bill laid it straight out. All he wanted them to do was to keep talking to Caesar, not about him but about how good the business was and how well the food was going out. He didn’t want them to promote him or push him to Caesar, just to let Caesar know how well things were going. He wanted them to let Caesar know that the food was good and the service was on time and it was consistently so.
Of course they told him it was no problem. They told him they were happy to do what they could for him. They even said if it would put Caesar in his place—something they said was a long time coming—that would be so much the better.
At first as they talked it seemed all business. Bill was glad for that though he couldn’t help but feel Rosie on one side of him and Edelgarde on the other. He could smell them, their perfumes, and he could feel their breaths somewhat as they spoke. He was glad they were getting through what he wanted to, and he was glad they were doing it away from the hotel.
But then Rosie put her hand on his thigh on one side, and Eddie, seeing what Rosie had done, put her hand on his other thigh.
Bill was stuck between them.
“I need to be getting home,” he said.
Edelgarde kissed him first. She leaned forward in front of him as he sat and put her lips to his. It was a full kiss, not a shy kiss, a familiar kiss, one where she was sure of him and what she was doing.
As Edelgarde kissed him, Rosie moved her hand more onto him and she leaned in and put her lips by theirs so that Edelgarde stopped kissing him and kissed her. Then they all kissed.
“Have a good time with Millie today?” Rosie asked.
“What?” Bill said.
“You heard her,” Edelgarde said.
Both of their hands were on him now and he responded because he couldn’t help himself.
“Spill the beans,” Rosie said. “We already know.”
“What do you know?” Bill asked.
“Millie was happy to tell us. So we’ve all told each other everything.”
“Jesus Christ,” Bill said.
“We don’t care,” Edelgarde said. She took one of his hands and led it to her. As she did this, Rosie took his other hand and led it to her.
“But you got to pay for our…” Rosie started but she stopped herself.
“Your what?” Bill asked.
“That was a wrong thing to say,” Rosie said. “What I meant was we don’t care what you do and who you do it with. If you want to be with us, great. And no matter what, we’ll support you against Caesar.”
Edelgarde kissed him again and made herself accessible to his hand. Rosie led his hand where she wanted it.
“You don’t have to stay here now if you don’t want to,” Edelgarde said. “We just thought we’d use the opportunity.”
Bill didn’t say anything. He didn’t hurry out of the car either.
By Peter Weiss
Biden is unfit to be president.
Now wait a minute all you cultist lefties and socialists. I know the thought you’re thinking before you’ve read any further is: And Trump is? Or, What about Trump?
Hello. Not talking about Trump. Talking about Biden. Not gonna talk about his dirty dealings, how his family has gotten rich in every country he was in charge of as VP. Not gonna talk about his racist statements, his racist record, his failure to produce anything of real significance as a senator. Not even gonna talk about his mumbling and bumbling or his old-age stuff, you know, not knowing where he is or what day it is, etc. Not even gonna talk about how he’s the classic dirty old man.
Nope this is just about his temperament.
So the other day he was on his bicycle and Peter Doocy asked him if he’d picked his VP yet and he quickly said yes. Then Doocy asked him who it was and he said “You.”
Nasty. Just plain nasty. And for no reason.
Think of all the times he’s called someone a dog-faced liar or a lying pony soldier or told them not to vote for him or invited them behind the high school bleachers (where he’d probably get his feeble ass kicked).
Is this the temperament anyone wants in a President? Think about it.
Oh, well, I know, you cultist non-thinkers won’t, but…think about it. His singular response to being challenged in thought is to lash out nastily. His one response to being asked a question other than what he’s prepared for is to lash out nastily.
They say he’s a nice guy. Who says that?
Really, is just plain nasty for no apparent reason other than simple defensiveness and lack of ability to think on the spot what you want in a president?
Joe Biden: just plain nasty.
By Peter Weiss
Bill didn’t waste any time putting his plan into action. Tuesday morning, first thing when he saw Jimmy Banquet Chef, he told him what Jo Ann had said. The banquet chef listened and after hearing Bill out told him not to worry. He also told him not to bother telling the chef, that he would do so.
On his break before the setup for The Falstaff Room he saw Millie for a bit and told her too. He and Millie did not have any real time together and they wouldn’t have much time together for the rest of the week because of the way their schedules worked out, but they did talk and Millie told him she would relate it to her boss. Millie, same as the banquet chef did, made sure to tell Bill not to worry, that no matter what Caesar did, Bill would be okay. Millie told him that her boss was looking forward to meeting Bill, that she’d told Millie she was going to surprise Bill one day but that she didn’t know how just yet.
The final part of his plan was a talk with his girls. He made sure to have it away from the room, even away from Kalista’s station. He caught Jo Ann first since she was first in and he got her while she was still in her civvies and just heading out to the room to do the initial set up before she changed into her uniform.
It was a simple plan, nothing much they had to do except collectively speak to Caesar and let him know how happy they were with the new cook. Bill told her he was mobilizing his forces, so to speak, making sure that no matter what Caesar did, his people were ready to stand behind him, to make sure that Caesar would not be able to hurt him.
Jo Ann was agreeable. She said not only did she like Bill and like the fact that he was a good cook, but that what Caesar was plotting was not a nice thing to do to anyone. It was mean and it was spiteful. After all, she told Bill, she’d seen him be nice to Caesar to start and Caesar was the one who was not nice from the get-go, the one who was mean-spirited.
Bill met up with Rosie and Eddie after work. He managed to tell them that he wanted to speak to them and asked if they would meet him in the parking lot. Of course they said yes. They said it would be their pleasure.
The dinner service was busy. As it seemed, the dinner service showed no signs of slowing down, only showed signs of continually increasing in numbers. They did well over a hundred, over a hundred-fifty. Jimmy G wasn’t all that happy since he didn’t have much time to be goofing off, to be flitting around the main kitchen and hanging out with his family. He didn’t even have much time to be sitting out by his aunt. He had to work, straight through just about, but the one saving grace of that was the night went quickly.
As far as Bill could tell, it went quite smoothly too. They sold good food, not much in the way of hamburgers or chopped steaks until late in the evening when young couples came in for a late, lighter meal, something toward the effect of diner food only much fancier. Caesar stayed to himself, away from the kitchen and from Bill. Jimmy Banquet Chef came around a couple of times and made sure to tell Caesar that he was happy for him because the business was picking up thanks to the new cook. He made sure to get Caesar where Bill and Jimmy G could hear the conversation, right by the service counter, and to tell him that the chef was verily pleased with the way the room was running and how the new cook, now not all that new, was working out.
By Peter Weiss
The dinner service went well. For a Monday they were unusually busy, did over a hundred-twenty covers. Over a hundred was becoming the norm. This was a good thing. Bill and Jimmy G finished up at 12:30 and punched out at 1:00.
Rosie and Edelgarde were quiet all night. They did not come around Bill much except for business.
Jo Ann was ever herself. She was crazy-happy, had bounce in her step. While she was waiting for her dinner, she came up close to the counter on her side.
“Caesar gave them a real scolding,” she whispered to Bill. “Told them he’d fire them if they didn’t stay away from you.”
“I’m not surprised,” Bill said.
“He really hates you.”
“He’s an asshole.”
“You bet.”
“He didn’t start with you?”
“Honestly, he wants me to set you up.”
“How?
“Say you harassed me, touched me where I didn’t want to be touched.”
“No shit?” Bill said.
“No shit,” said Jo Ann.”
“You gonna do it?”
“If I didn’t like you, I might think about it. As it is, I wouldn’t even consider it.”
“How’s he going to take that?”
“I wouldn’t trust him as far as I can throw him. He’s gonna try something.”
“Yeah. But how’s he gonna take what you told him?”
“He didn’t like it, but he took it. He will try something else.”
Bill went home thinking about this. Two courses of action went through his mind. One part of him told him to make peace with Caesar. He envisioned it like a weaker dog turning belly-up or baring its neck. The other part of him told him there’d be no peace with someone like Caesar. Someone like Caesar regarded any conciliatory attempt as weakness, as a green light to push ahead. He went home knowing he had to nip it now, before he could do anything.
As he showered he thought about the tough in the workhouse. He remembered (he would remember it all his life) that moment the tough approached him, when he asked him why he was in there. Bill told him assault and battery, and when the tough asked him if he’d beat up his wife, Bill had said no, a cop. That had stopped the tough cold.
There was only one way to stop a bully. You had to face him and stand up to him. You had to let him know that even if you couldn’t beat him, you would make it hard for him such that it would not be worth his while to mess with you.
Of course that’s what Bill had to do. He knew this sure as he knew each day the sun came up whether you could see it or not. He knew he had to formulate and execute a plan as soon as possible and that meant immediately since he now knew that Caesar was working at getting him.
It would involve a preemptive strike with all the girls.
Bill realized that his best bet was to have them all agree to talk to Caesar about how they were happy with Bill’s performance and how they wanted to do everything they could to make sure he would stay. This would upset Caesar, but it would let him know where they stood. It could be innocent enough as to look just like they were concerned for the room and the business and of course for their tips.
The plan would also involve talking with the banquet chef and letting him know what Jo Ann had said about what Caesar wanted her to do. Jimmy Banquet Chef would then take that to the chef and if nothing else it would be on record.
Finally, Bill would talk to Millie. Millie could, if she’d been being honest with him, talk to her boss and her boss could do whatever she might to insure that Caesar, for whatever he had in mind, couldn’t get away with it.
It was just like the soap operas on TV.
By Peter Weiss
They spent the whole hour together. If either of them was looking for relaxation, whether or not it was relaxation depended upon how you defined the word. Clinton’s “it depends upon what the meaning of is is” was still twenty-something years away.
Millie did most of the work and she did it while Bill sat there in that broad, plush arm chair.
One thing they did was kiss a lot. No way they could say after this encounter that they were not familiar with each other’s kisses and kissing, that they were not familiar with each other’s tongue. No way they could say after this encounter they were not familiar with each other.
Bill discovered that Millie liked kissing, that she liked using her tongue, that she had a somewhat unusually long tongue, one that curved up slightly at its end. He also discovered that she was not shy about putting it anywhere and did so freely after they had cleared the air about neither of them having any sexually transmitted diseases. She was even more free and more eager to do and try things with Bill after Bill told her he was game for whatever she wanted.
“Whatever?”
“Anything,” Bill said. “You want it, go for it.”
“Anything?” Millie queried.
That’s when Bill started leading her to things she might not have done on her own, at least not without knowing Bill better than she did at this moment. As he led her to things, he didn’t ask if it were alright with her or if she liked it. He led her to it and left her with it, for her to do with it as she did.
And she did. He gave her the work and she went to work.
Of course he worked too and they figured out how to maneuver in the chair so they could both do the work they wanted.
Because they were both young and agile, it was relatively easy to position themselves and to change positions at will. And they did. Millie moved one way and settled herself. Then she moved another way and settled herself. Because she was thin and he was thin, they could actually fit side by side in the chair, the two of them.
Millie cooed like a happy bird. She flitted and strutted her wings. She made sure Bill addressed all the spots on her she wanted addressed, and after the initial hesitancy caused by where they were and who they were to each other, she broke down and began telling Bill all her secrets about what drove her crazy.
Hearing what drove her crazy, Bill went right to it. He discovered that she was a wild and wet one. He used her wetness to make it easy for his fingers to penetrate everywhere, and first peak for her was caused by his fingers. She stood before him, facing away from him. He leaned forward in the chair.
His fingers found the spot she liked. He knew this because she said so. “There, there. Don’t move from there.”
He didn’t. As he worked there, his other finger found another there, and he kissed her all around from behind as he tended to her.
Good thing she was standing up. When she shuttered and shook, she sprayed his fingers abundantly with her fluid.
“Oh my God,” she said. “Holy Jesus.”
Bill sat back in the chair and took a breather.
“I’d be embarrassed if we were like dating or something,” Millie said.
“Little late to be embarrassed,” Bill said.
“I guess,” Millie said. “You’re not?”
“Why should I be? I got something I should be embarrassed about?”
“I think you’re just fine,” Millie said.
“You are too,” said Bill.
“Good.” Totally naked, Millie faced Bill and kissed him, a wet, sloppy kiss. Then she turned away from him and proceeded to sit down on him.
“Lap dance,” she said.
By Peter Weiss
“You owe me a show,” Millie said after she led Bill into her room. Having made sure no one saw them go in, she locked the door behind them and had Bill sit down.
Besides the folding chairs, there was furniture now, one full sofa and two matching chairs, all of it big, broad and neatly upholstered.
Bill made himself comfortable in the armchair Millie showed him to.
“My boss put this here just recently,” Millie said. “They re-did some rooms upstairs so she took it. She said we might as well be comfortable.”
Bill didn’t say anything. He bounced in the chair as if testing it and settled himself deep into it.
“Plush, right?” Millie said. “She stays over sometimes. If they don’t have a room or it’s really last-minute, she can sleep here.”
“I could fall asleep right now,” Bill said.
“My boss will protect us you know.”
“Why?
“Why you think?”
“I’m only here a few weeks. How would I know?”
“It goes way high up.”
“What does?”
“What do you think? It.”
“And it is…?”
“Fooling around, stupid.”
“How high?” Bill asked.
“How high is up?” Millie stood right in front of Bill, right before him. “And it goes in all directions too.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Bill said. “Who?”
“It’s like spy stuff. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
“I want to know everything,” Bill said.
“You owe me a show,” Millie said. “Time to give it up.”
Before Bill could do anything, before he even attempted to or made any pretense to do so, Millie lifted her dress. Bill saw that she was completely naked underneath and she was by no means shy about letting him see her, front and back, everywhere and everything. She turned. She bent over. She spread. She teased. She touched herself everywhere.
Bill couldn’t help being a young man at the top of his man-game. He couldn’t help getting so roused that he could have wet himself. It took all his will power to hold himself back.
As he watched her, it dawned on him that Millie liked showing off, that maybe she was an exhibitionist.
“You like giving shows, don’t you?” he asked.
“Only for you.”
“That for real?”
“What you mean?”
“I mean is that the truth?”
“You inspire me,” Millie said. “I like showing myself to you. I like you seeing me. Don’t you like it?”
“Sure I do.”
“Good,” Millie said. She let the uniform dress fall into place then unbuttoned it top to bottom so it stood completely open. “I’ve never done it before,” she said, “give shows, I mean.”
She moved forward and did her best to straddle him in the big chair. She offered him her breasts to do with as he would, but she led the way for what she wanted by moving them close as she could get to his mouth.”
Bill did what any man would have done. As he tended to the breasts, he reached his hand between her legs and let his fingers find the places he wanted to touch. Those thoughts he’d walked away with earlier in the morning came back to him, orneriness, mischievousness.
“What if your boss comes in?” Bill asked. “She must have a key.”
“Course she does,” Millie said. “Truth? If she came in and found us like this, she’d probably sit down and watch and then maybe play with herself or join in with us to get played with.”
“You think?”
“I know,” Millie said. “I know it for sure.”
“How you know?”
“If I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, I wouldn’t be doing this, not here, not like this. Believe me.”
Bill’s fingers found all her places they wanted to find. While they did, Millie opened his fly and set him free. She fixed it so she had her own show going on while he touched her.
By Peter Weiss
Short and sweet because, you know, talking to the hard-core lefty converts, who are really cult members these days, is an exercise in futility.
So for my readers, and I thank you whole-heartedly for being my readers and for following here, this is for you.
The real danger in America these days is that we are being duped. Our left-wing leaders are selling snake oil, and their lapdogs, the mainstream media Pravda USA, are continually telling us, over and over, that it is real medicine.
Or, WYSIWYG Not. What you see is not what you got.
What you see and hear from the media is not what it is.
Why is complicated. So to make it quick and easy here, it’s about money and power.
Apple, Microsoft, Amazon, Facebook and some other big techs have multi-billion dollar deals with China, who really is an enemy. So do people like Joe Biden and his family and many other politicians, though they are bit players comparatively. So does the NBA and other sports organizations and franchises.
President Trump is not one of them. As it works out, like it or not and like him or not, he threatens the whole of their system. They want us to believe that we need the politburo class, that class of career politicians like Schumer and Pelosi and Biden and so many more on both sides.
President Trump shows that we don’t need them. He shows that what we need are elected officials who actually care about the people and the country.
Like him or not, as do the jesters in Shakespeare, he has his hand on reality and speaks many truths that they don’t want you to hear and certainly don’t want you to believe. They don’t want you to believe it because it cuts into their money and power.
Think. Think. Think.
This is for you, those in the middle and still with open minds. Forget the lefty cult members. They will walk happily under the bus thinking it is good for them, smiling and saying the bus is free.
