Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2009 22:06:34 GMT -5
Continued from the previous entry: Oh Christ The Passion
Tonight we stand on the verge of a New Year. For many people 2009 was a year they would like to forget, a time of great burden and hardship. Some people hope to run away from 2009 and start anew in 2010 with a clean slate. Other people are more pragmatic. It’s not unusual to encounter burden in this day and age, but one cannot simply ignore their problems and hope they go away. One must be willing to attack the root of their problems with reason and logic. Bobby Cairo is an individual who is taking matters into his own hands.
2009 was an interesting year for Cairo. He spent much of the year in a federal penitentiary in New Mexico, held under suspicion of espionage though he was never officially charged with a crime. After escaping from the facility and being rescued by his friends Biohazard and Chad Evans, Cairo returned to his hometown of Hartford, Connecticut and spent several weeks in hospital care while recuperating from injuries sustained during his incarceration. Upon being released from the hospital, Cairo began a rigorous exercise program designed to accelerate his physical rehabilitation. During this period Cairo also sought employment as a delivery man for Federal Express as a means of paying his medical bills and supporting himself.
It was during Cairo’s employment at FedEx that his 2009 fortunes took a sudden upward trajectory. Cairo met the woman of his dreams, a Katy Perry look-alike named Emily Hotchkiss. Emily had the heart and fair complexion of an angel, and the tits to match. The most miraculous part of the equation was that Emily was actually into Cairo; this wasn’t merely an unrequited attraction. Cairo and Emily began a courtship that was consummated on Christmas evening with a night of earth-shaking pornographic entrepreneurship; in other words they fucked each other’s brains out.
There was a minor fly in the ointment while Cairo was getting his rocks off with Emily: Cairo was and still is hiding a secret from Emily and it’s a big one… Cairo has decided to quit his job at FedEx to pursue a different line of work. Cairo’s new job will take him across the country for promotional appearances at wrestling conventions and related functions. Cairo has been placed with a dilemma: he can’t very well up and leave for an appearance without telling Emily about his career change, yet Cairo is hesitant to tell Emily that he’s abandoning the very job where the two of them met.
Cairo is not a gutless man and he’s not one to run from his problems. Cairo has overcome the hardships that life has thrown at him, some of those hardships self-created and others not. It’s with this grit and determination that Cairo will break the news of his occupational change to Emily. In fact right now seems like a pretty good time to spill the beans. Cairo and Emily are enjoying a quiet moment together in Emily’s bedroom at the house that she shares with her mother June. June is downstairs in the living room entertaining some friends of hers who likely won’t be awake when the clock strikes midnight.
Behind a closed bedroom door, Cairo is massaging Emily’s naked body upon her bed using the exotic Parisian massage oils that he purchased for her as a Christmas gift. Emily sighs contentedly as Cairo kneads the pressure from her calf muscles. It’s not quite as good as sex but it’s comparable and arguably better than taking a dump after eating a big meal.
Bobby Cairo: “You like that, huh girl? I told you I got them magic fingers. I call them Mr. Peepers.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “You can call them whatever you want, just keep rubbing.”
Bobby Cairo: “I’m glad that I’ve got you in a good mood because there’s something that I want to tell you.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oh Bobby, you didn’t fuck up did you? I can’t handle a fuck up with all of these good vibes that are coursing through my body. It’ll kill my vibe, son.”
The apprehension creeps upon Cairo’s face.
Bobby Cairo: “I don’t think it’s a fuck up. I think it’s something quite good, darling. I think it’s great but I need your support on this one. I can’t do it alone.”
Emily sighs but she’s willing to listen as long as Cairo’s fingers do their talking.
Bobby Cairo: “As we’ve discussed I used to be a very successful professional wrestler. Some people think that wrestling is a joke but it was once my life and I’m very proud of my accomplishments. I was a rookie at 23 years of age when I captured the WCF world title, the most prestigious title in professional wrestling.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “You should be proud of your accomplishments, Bobby. I was watching that night when you won the title. You were hot shit back then.”
Bobby Cairo: “Indeed I was, and I want to be hot shit again. As we’ve also discussed I’m planning to return to professional wrestling in the not too distant future. I’m not ready to make my in-ring return yet, but I was chatting with my manager, a fellow by the name of Dave Kartel, and he told me that I could make a lot of money doing promotional appearances at wrestling events. People will pay a lot of money to have their photo taken with a former world champion, it’s a big thrill for them. So anyway I’ve decided that I’m leaving FedEx to become a promotional whore.”
Cairo stops massaging for a moment as he awaits Emily’s response, but then recognizes his mistake and continues the massage.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I see, and when did you make this decision?”
Bobby Cairo: “Well actually it was the weekend before Christmas.”
Emily immediately sits up from her reclined position upon her belly to a seated position on the bed, looking Cairo directly in his eyes.
Emily Hotchkiss: “You made a major career decision, didn’t bother to consult me, and waited two weeks to tell me about it? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t punch you in your balls right now?”
Cairo bites his tongue.
Bobby Cairo: “Because I prefer to be kicked?”
Emily rears back with clenched fist, ready to swing.
Bobby Cairo: “Hey hey, I’m just kidding. That was a joke. Listen Emily, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want to spoil Christmas. I spent so much time planning our date and I didn’t want to do or say anything that could put you into a bad mood.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “I see. Now that you’ve gotten your end away you can finally be honest with me?”
Bobby Cairo: “Emily, it’s not a question of honesty. You know as well as I do that timing is everything in life. Timing is what allowed the two of us to meet.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Don’t get philosophical with me, Cairo. You lied to me and I’m not happy about it. Do you think that I’m a goodtime girl that you can treat to dinner and then fuck without any regard or consideration? I am a woman who commands respect from others because I respect myself.”
Emily grabs Cairo’s testicles in her hand with a vise grip.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I will not allow myself to be made the fool, do you understand?”
Cairo nods his head yes while straining under the pressure in his balls.
Emily Hotchkiss: “If this relationship is going to work then you have to be honest with me at all times, Bobby. No secrets, are we clear?”
Cairo eagerly nods his head.
Bobby Cairo: “Yes, ma’am.”
Emily tightens her grip on Cairo’s balls.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Knock off that yes ma’am shit. I’m serious.”
Cairo groans, his brain grows dizzy from the pain.
Bobby Cairo: “Ah, ah, we’re clear, we’re clear!”
Emily releases Cairo’s balls.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Good boy.”
Emily pets Cairo on his head as he bends over and gropes his balls, trying to massage the feeling back into them.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Believe me, Bobby, I understand that FedEx isn’t where anybody dreams of working. It certainly wasn’t my dream.”
Cairo coughs into his hand, careful not to infect Emily with his germs as he gingerly sits down on the bed.
Bobby Cairo: “It was good work, I’m not knocking it. It’s just that we got this New Year rolling in and my resolution is to pursue my dreams. I pursued the woman of my dreams, a woman with a goddamn death grip, so why not pursue the job of my dreams?”
Emily furrows her brow in a vain attempt to follow Cairo’s logic.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Your dream job is to sign autographs and pose for pictures with wrestling fans? That doesn’t strike me as much of an upgrade over delivering packages for FedEx.”
Cairo shakes his head in exasperation.
Bobby Cairo: “You sound just like Bolts, you know that? Y’all are some cynical motherfuckers.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Bolts is right, Bobby. You can do a lot better than that. You have a world of talent, you just need to take the initiative and follow through on your goals.”
Bobby Cairo: “Baby, the promotional stuff is just a temporary gig until I can return to wrestling, which I’m not far away from by the way. I figure that I’ll be bashing skulls within a couple of months at most.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Do you want to do something important with your time before your big wrestling comeback or do you want to just settle for anything that comes your way?”
Bobby Cairo: “You know me, Emmy girl. I aim for the stars and when I miss I hit the son.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “The sun?”
Bobby Cairo: “Yeah, George W. Bush.”
Emily is befuddled.
Bobby Cairo: “That’s a joke. Anyway I think this promotional gig sounds pretty good so that’s what I’m going to be doing for the next few weeks.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “You could do that, Bobby, but you would be selling yourself short. You don’t have to wait until you’re ready to wrestle in order to do something ambitious. You’re funny, smart, charming and devilishly handsome.”
Bobby Cairo: “I can’t argue with any of those points.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “My point is that you could be doing television, you could be a commentator for wrestling broadcasts.”
A light bulb turns on above Cairo’s head.
Bobby Cairo: “That’s exactly what I thought. In fact Dave told me that he might be able to find commentary work for me with one of the independent promotions. I should call him about that.”
Emily’s sympathetic face pleads with Cairo’s conscience.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Honey, you should be working for WCF. You’re a former WCF world champion and you’re one of WCF’s most respected alumni. You should waltz right into Seth Lerch’s office and demand a job.”
Cairo is uneasy with that suggestion.
Bobby Cairo: “That’s a tenuous path, sweet lips. I don’t have as much pull around there as I did when I was big shit.”
Her solution is simple.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Then you need someone who can represent your interests while making persuasive arguments to management types.”
Cairo’s eyebrow piques along with his curiosity.
Bobby Cairo: “You mean a business manager?”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Yes Bobby, a business manager.”
Bobby Cairo: “Dave is my manager. We’ve been together for years. He’s helped me beat half a dozen assault raps since I first hired him.”
Emily realizes what she must do.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Who was handling your finances while you were in jail, Bobby?”
Cairo bites his tongue.
Bobby Cairo: “Dave… it was Dave.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “At that time you had millions of dollars in assets, right Bobby?”
Bobby Cairo: “Millions growing on top of millions.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “And how much money did you have when you returned from jail?”
Cairo grudgingly acknowledges the discrepancy.
Bobby Cairo: “Nothing… not a penny.”
Emily takes Cairo’s hands in hers.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Sweetie, I admire your loyalty to your friend. I know that Dave has helped you through some tough times and I’m sure that he’s doing the best that he can with your career. I’m not suggesting that you remove him as your attorney, but you do need a proper business manager. You need someone with credentials and experience in a business environment. You need someone who is willing to fight for you, someone who knows how to get what she wants.”
There goes his eyebrow again.
Bobby Cairo: “What she wants?”
Emily pulls Cairo close and peers into his soul with those baby blue angel eyes.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Cairo, I want to be your manager.”
He’s taken aback.
Bobby Cairo: “That’s an interesting idea, but you already have a good job at FedEx. Surely you can’t just up and leave on a whim to assist my floundering ambitions.”
He’s trying to dissuade her.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I hate it there, Bobby. I spend all day filling out forms and taking orders from blathering idiots who smell like talcum powder. It’s a waste of my considerable talents.”
Cairo grabs a piece of cheese from the platter on the nightstand next to the bed; the lingering massage oils on his fingers add extra flavor to the French confection.
Bobby Cairo: “I don’t know, Emmy, this is a big one. I respect your ambition and I know that you’re very capable and very intelligent. I’m just worried about what would happen if things don’t work out the way that you and I expect.”
She doesn’t hesitate to reply/rapid-fire response action.
Emily Hotchkiss: “You can fire me and I’ll beg for my job back at FedEx.”
Cairo chuckles, hearty and booming.
Bobby Cairo: “Neither of those things are going to happen, my dear. I could never fire the woman that I love and you don’t beg, not even in the bedroom.”
She’s goddamn serious and persistent with this.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I don’t plan on failing, Bobby. I give you my word that it will work out.”
He considers it for half a second.
Bobby Cairo: “At least you’re confident. What the hell? Let’s give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen?”
She snuggles close to him.
Emily Hotchkiss: “You’ll be happy and successful.”
Bobby Cairo: “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Ha-ha very funny, smart guy. Rub my feet while you’re being so funny.”
With Emily’s feet in his lap, Cairo dutifully plays the role of servant. A thought strikes Cairo’s brain: if Emily can be as persuasive with business prospects as she is with him, then he just made a very lucrative business decision. Together their resolution is their resolve, their resolve to settle for nothing less than everything they desire. Here’s to the New Year.
Tonight we stand on the verge of a New Year. For many people 2009 was a year they would like to forget, a time of great burden and hardship. Some people hope to run away from 2009 and start anew in 2010 with a clean slate. Other people are more pragmatic. It’s not unusual to encounter burden in this day and age, but one cannot simply ignore their problems and hope they go away. One must be willing to attack the root of their problems with reason and logic. Bobby Cairo is an individual who is taking matters into his own hands.
2009 was an interesting year for Cairo. He spent much of the year in a federal penitentiary in New Mexico, held under suspicion of espionage though he was never officially charged with a crime. After escaping from the facility and being rescued by his friends Biohazard and Chad Evans, Cairo returned to his hometown of Hartford, Connecticut and spent several weeks in hospital care while recuperating from injuries sustained during his incarceration. Upon being released from the hospital, Cairo began a rigorous exercise program designed to accelerate his physical rehabilitation. During this period Cairo also sought employment as a delivery man for Federal Express as a means of paying his medical bills and supporting himself.
It was during Cairo’s employment at FedEx that his 2009 fortunes took a sudden upward trajectory. Cairo met the woman of his dreams, a Katy Perry look-alike named Emily Hotchkiss. Emily had the heart and fair complexion of an angel, and the tits to match. The most miraculous part of the equation was that Emily was actually into Cairo; this wasn’t merely an unrequited attraction. Cairo and Emily began a courtship that was consummated on Christmas evening with a night of earth-shaking pornographic entrepreneurship; in other words they fucked each other’s brains out.
There was a minor fly in the ointment while Cairo was getting his rocks off with Emily: Cairo was and still is hiding a secret from Emily and it’s a big one… Cairo has decided to quit his job at FedEx to pursue a different line of work. Cairo’s new job will take him across the country for promotional appearances at wrestling conventions and related functions. Cairo has been placed with a dilemma: he can’t very well up and leave for an appearance without telling Emily about his career change, yet Cairo is hesitant to tell Emily that he’s abandoning the very job where the two of them met.
Cairo is not a gutless man and he’s not one to run from his problems. Cairo has overcome the hardships that life has thrown at him, some of those hardships self-created and others not. It’s with this grit and determination that Cairo will break the news of his occupational change to Emily. In fact right now seems like a pretty good time to spill the beans. Cairo and Emily are enjoying a quiet moment together in Emily’s bedroom at the house that she shares with her mother June. June is downstairs in the living room entertaining some friends of hers who likely won’t be awake when the clock strikes midnight.
Behind a closed bedroom door, Cairo is massaging Emily’s naked body upon her bed using the exotic Parisian massage oils that he purchased for her as a Christmas gift. Emily sighs contentedly as Cairo kneads the pressure from her calf muscles. It’s not quite as good as sex but it’s comparable and arguably better than taking a dump after eating a big meal.
Bobby Cairo: “You like that, huh girl? I told you I got them magic fingers. I call them Mr. Peepers.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “You can call them whatever you want, just keep rubbing.”
Bobby Cairo: “I’m glad that I’ve got you in a good mood because there’s something that I want to tell you.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oh Bobby, you didn’t fuck up did you? I can’t handle a fuck up with all of these good vibes that are coursing through my body. It’ll kill my vibe, son.”
The apprehension creeps upon Cairo’s face.
Bobby Cairo: “I don’t think it’s a fuck up. I think it’s something quite good, darling. I think it’s great but I need your support on this one. I can’t do it alone.”
Emily sighs but she’s willing to listen as long as Cairo’s fingers do their talking.
Bobby Cairo: “As we’ve discussed I used to be a very successful professional wrestler. Some people think that wrestling is a joke but it was once my life and I’m very proud of my accomplishments. I was a rookie at 23 years of age when I captured the WCF world title, the most prestigious title in professional wrestling.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “You should be proud of your accomplishments, Bobby. I was watching that night when you won the title. You were hot shit back then.”
Bobby Cairo: “Indeed I was, and I want to be hot shit again. As we’ve also discussed I’m planning to return to professional wrestling in the not too distant future. I’m not ready to make my in-ring return yet, but I was chatting with my manager, a fellow by the name of Dave Kartel, and he told me that I could make a lot of money doing promotional appearances at wrestling events. People will pay a lot of money to have their photo taken with a former world champion, it’s a big thrill for them. So anyway I’ve decided that I’m leaving FedEx to become a promotional whore.”
Cairo stops massaging for a moment as he awaits Emily’s response, but then recognizes his mistake and continues the massage.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I see, and when did you make this decision?”
Bobby Cairo: “Well actually it was the weekend before Christmas.”
Emily immediately sits up from her reclined position upon her belly to a seated position on the bed, looking Cairo directly in his eyes.
Emily Hotchkiss: “You made a major career decision, didn’t bother to consult me, and waited two weeks to tell me about it? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t punch you in your balls right now?”
Cairo bites his tongue.
Bobby Cairo: “Because I prefer to be kicked?”
Emily rears back with clenched fist, ready to swing.
Bobby Cairo: “Hey hey, I’m just kidding. That was a joke. Listen Emily, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want to spoil Christmas. I spent so much time planning our date and I didn’t want to do or say anything that could put you into a bad mood.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “I see. Now that you’ve gotten your end away you can finally be honest with me?”
Bobby Cairo: “Emily, it’s not a question of honesty. You know as well as I do that timing is everything in life. Timing is what allowed the two of us to meet.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Don’t get philosophical with me, Cairo. You lied to me and I’m not happy about it. Do you think that I’m a goodtime girl that you can treat to dinner and then fuck without any regard or consideration? I am a woman who commands respect from others because I respect myself.”
Emily grabs Cairo’s testicles in her hand with a vise grip.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I will not allow myself to be made the fool, do you understand?”
Cairo nods his head yes while straining under the pressure in his balls.
Emily Hotchkiss: “If this relationship is going to work then you have to be honest with me at all times, Bobby. No secrets, are we clear?”
Cairo eagerly nods his head.
Bobby Cairo: “Yes, ma’am.”
Emily tightens her grip on Cairo’s balls.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Knock off that yes ma’am shit. I’m serious.”
Cairo groans, his brain grows dizzy from the pain.
Bobby Cairo: “Ah, ah, we’re clear, we’re clear!”
Emily releases Cairo’s balls.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Good boy.”
Emily pets Cairo on his head as he bends over and gropes his balls, trying to massage the feeling back into them.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Believe me, Bobby, I understand that FedEx isn’t where anybody dreams of working. It certainly wasn’t my dream.”
Cairo coughs into his hand, careful not to infect Emily with his germs as he gingerly sits down on the bed.
Bobby Cairo: “It was good work, I’m not knocking it. It’s just that we got this New Year rolling in and my resolution is to pursue my dreams. I pursued the woman of my dreams, a woman with a goddamn death grip, so why not pursue the job of my dreams?”
Emily furrows her brow in a vain attempt to follow Cairo’s logic.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Your dream job is to sign autographs and pose for pictures with wrestling fans? That doesn’t strike me as much of an upgrade over delivering packages for FedEx.”
Cairo shakes his head in exasperation.
Bobby Cairo: “You sound just like Bolts, you know that? Y’all are some cynical motherfuckers.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Bolts is right, Bobby. You can do a lot better than that. You have a world of talent, you just need to take the initiative and follow through on your goals.”
Bobby Cairo: “Baby, the promotional stuff is just a temporary gig until I can return to wrestling, which I’m not far away from by the way. I figure that I’ll be bashing skulls within a couple of months at most.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Do you want to do something important with your time before your big wrestling comeback or do you want to just settle for anything that comes your way?”
Bobby Cairo: “You know me, Emmy girl. I aim for the stars and when I miss I hit the son.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “The sun?”
Bobby Cairo: “Yeah, George W. Bush.”
Emily is befuddled.
Bobby Cairo: “That’s a joke. Anyway I think this promotional gig sounds pretty good so that’s what I’m going to be doing for the next few weeks.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “You could do that, Bobby, but you would be selling yourself short. You don’t have to wait until you’re ready to wrestle in order to do something ambitious. You’re funny, smart, charming and devilishly handsome.”
Bobby Cairo: “I can’t argue with any of those points.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “My point is that you could be doing television, you could be a commentator for wrestling broadcasts.”
A light bulb turns on above Cairo’s head.
Bobby Cairo: “That’s exactly what I thought. In fact Dave told me that he might be able to find commentary work for me with one of the independent promotions. I should call him about that.”
Emily’s sympathetic face pleads with Cairo’s conscience.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Honey, you should be working for WCF. You’re a former WCF world champion and you’re one of WCF’s most respected alumni. You should waltz right into Seth Lerch’s office and demand a job.”
Cairo is uneasy with that suggestion.
Bobby Cairo: “That’s a tenuous path, sweet lips. I don’t have as much pull around there as I did when I was big shit.”
Her solution is simple.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Then you need someone who can represent your interests while making persuasive arguments to management types.”
Cairo’s eyebrow piques along with his curiosity.
Bobby Cairo: “You mean a business manager?”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Yes Bobby, a business manager.”
Bobby Cairo: “Dave is my manager. We’ve been together for years. He’s helped me beat half a dozen assault raps since I first hired him.”
Emily realizes what she must do.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Who was handling your finances while you were in jail, Bobby?”
Cairo bites his tongue.
Bobby Cairo: “Dave… it was Dave.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “At that time you had millions of dollars in assets, right Bobby?”
Bobby Cairo: “Millions growing on top of millions.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “And how much money did you have when you returned from jail?”
Cairo grudgingly acknowledges the discrepancy.
Bobby Cairo: “Nothing… not a penny.”
Emily takes Cairo’s hands in hers.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Sweetie, I admire your loyalty to your friend. I know that Dave has helped you through some tough times and I’m sure that he’s doing the best that he can with your career. I’m not suggesting that you remove him as your attorney, but you do need a proper business manager. You need someone with credentials and experience in a business environment. You need someone who is willing to fight for you, someone who knows how to get what she wants.”
There goes his eyebrow again.
Bobby Cairo: “What she wants?”
Emily pulls Cairo close and peers into his soul with those baby blue angel eyes.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Cairo, I want to be your manager.”
He’s taken aback.
Bobby Cairo: “That’s an interesting idea, but you already have a good job at FedEx. Surely you can’t just up and leave on a whim to assist my floundering ambitions.”
He’s trying to dissuade her.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I hate it there, Bobby. I spend all day filling out forms and taking orders from blathering idiots who smell like talcum powder. It’s a waste of my considerable talents.”
Cairo grabs a piece of cheese from the platter on the nightstand next to the bed; the lingering massage oils on his fingers add extra flavor to the French confection.
Bobby Cairo: “I don’t know, Emmy, this is a big one. I respect your ambition and I know that you’re very capable and very intelligent. I’m just worried about what would happen if things don’t work out the way that you and I expect.”
She doesn’t hesitate to reply/rapid-fire response action.
Emily Hotchkiss: “You can fire me and I’ll beg for my job back at FedEx.”
Cairo chuckles, hearty and booming.
Bobby Cairo: “Neither of those things are going to happen, my dear. I could never fire the woman that I love and you don’t beg, not even in the bedroom.”
She’s goddamn serious and persistent with this.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I don’t plan on failing, Bobby. I give you my word that it will work out.”
He considers it for half a second.
Bobby Cairo: “At least you’re confident. What the hell? Let’s give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen?”
She snuggles close to him.
Emily Hotchkiss: “You’ll be happy and successful.”
Bobby Cairo: “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Ha-ha very funny, smart guy. Rub my feet while you’re being so funny.”
With Emily’s feet in his lap, Cairo dutifully plays the role of servant. A thought strikes Cairo’s brain: if Emily can be as persuasive with business prospects as she is with him, then he just made a very lucrative business decision. Together their resolution is their resolve, their resolve to settle for nothing less than everything they desire. Here’s to the New Year.
