Writing The Journal of Cassidy Blaque [Rated M -- L, Possible V, Possible SC]

[Tekkaman]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]Well... first, an introduction. [b]The Journal of Cassidy Blaque[/b] is basically a journal of myself -- Cassidy Blaque is my own personal nickname from years ago. The only difference being that this journal will contain all of my hidden secrets, my thoughts and my life. Yes, some things will be made up (What, though, I won't say :animesmil ) but the majority of this journal will be true. For this reason, i've rated this as M. I would like to rate this as PG-13 but I can't assure you as readers that something I say won't offend you.[/color][/size][/font]

[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]Also, i'll try and make daily entries but I know i'm not allowed to double-post, so any input -- any at all -- would be appreciated.[/color][/size][/font][/left]
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[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]Hello Journal. Forgive me this evening, for I have sinned. Today at work, I had the time of my life and it wasn't with the woman i'm spending the rest of my life with. Heh, I wish you could see what I see at work. Once you walk through the door, you enter a circle of nothingness. This... void you could call it, is totally blissful -- filled with nothing but women that have this urge... desire to jump any man that come within five feet of them. And oh my god, journal, this is the bad part... these women want me. Bad. One woman -- Taffy, they call her -- totally keeps stalking me whenever I take phone calls for my employer. Huh, why do they call her Taffy, you ask journal? Well... because she's thick. And not the 'fat' type of thick, I mean 'thick'. Oh man, she walked up to me yesterday and gave me her phone number telling me to call her. Well naturally, she sees the ring that I have on my left finger and instead of leaving, asks me if I truly love my wife.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]"Of course I love my wife. why do you think i'm married?"[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]"Just because you're married doesn't mean you're in love, Blaque." Taffy shot back.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]Wow. I was shocked. Not at Taffy but at her words. They had never made so much sense. Is it true that just because i'm married, I don't truly love her? Did I make a mistake. Instantly doubt fills my mind and chokes me. But before my mind dies from the smoke, she continues to talk.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]"Does your wife make you truly happy?"[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]Hell, does she? I didn't know anymore.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]And right then she did the move -- she licked her lips as if inviting me to take her here and now.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]hold on Journal... just thinking about that scene makes my blood hot. Whew... okay.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]Anywho, she licked her lips and left. I had this weird choking feeling in my throat keeping me from taking a call for the moment because the phone [u]was[/u] ringing.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]"Blaque, answer the damn phone!!" My employer yells.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]"... Yeah."[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]Of course I wanted him to burst into a million flames as he interrupted my thoughts of sex but I did as instructed. The rest of the day after that was a bit fuzzy because it seemed every phone call after that was a turn-on to me. *Shruggs*[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]Anyway Journal, I called the number when I got home and sure enough it was her wanting me to come over to her house.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]"Maybe later." I told her.[/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]Im sure that she'll try to talk to me again tomorrow.[/size][/font]

[center][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][b][i]Today's lesson: The temptation of sex is even more addictive than drugs and there's no cure for it, either.[/i][/b][/size][/font][/center]
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[left][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2]Well... that's the first day. Whether the mods lock this thread for the level of 'realism' or not, I just want to say that it's finally nice to get my life out in the open without having to look over my shoulder now. Hopefully, this does stay open because I would rather type out my feelings (Though, truth is mixed with lies) than try and keep them in an actual journal. Ugh.[/size][/font][/size][/font][/size][/font][/size][/font][/size][/font][/left]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR=DimGray]Ahh, a look into the heart, soul, and past of Tekkaman. Wonder how this story will erupt. Either sadness or happiness. Questions will be answered. But first I'll have to think of a question after I read the first post. But the anticipation is causing my legs to chafe uncontrolably. I'm sorry I'm nervous.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]Oohh I found a question. How do you pronounce Blaque?[/COLOR]

[Johnny Justjohnny]

[QUOTE=ForgotteÑ-HerÖ][COLOR=DimGray]Ahh, a look into the heart, soul, and past of Tekkaman. Wonder how this story will erupt. Either sadness or happiness. Questions will be answered. But first I'll have to think of a question after I read the first post. But the anticipation is causing my legs to chafe uncontrolably. I'm sorry I'm nervous.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]Oohh I found a question. How do you pronounce Blaque?[/COLOR][/QUOTE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Gray]If I know my French names, it's pronounced Black, basically. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR=DimGray]Something quite like that happened to me todya. Being that I'm happily dating the girl I love, two girls were hitting on me. Thank god they were ugly or my friend would have seen the end result.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]Believe me ,Hot chick + Hormoanal teen = one bad day near the other girls at school.[/COLOR]

[TheResplendent]

[FONT=Tahoma]Ok buddy, two things first and foremost:

1) If you take an unannounced long term leave of absence anytime in the near future, i'll know that your wife probably saw this and will pray for your speedy recovery in whatever hospital you'll be laying up in =)

2) Dunno if you've ever seen The Boondocks or not, but did the first conversation betwen you and "Taffy" turn out something like:

Blaque: Well hey there, cutie pie! What's your name?
Taffy: Taffy, like the candy.
Blaque: Taffy? That sounds like a stripper's name. Taffy like the candy, might you be a stripper?

lol.

Oh, and indeed Blaque is pronounced "Black" (unless of course Tekka has some contorted alternate pronounciation for it)[/FONT]

[Tekkaman]

[center][b][font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]Febuary 17th, 2007[/color][/size][/font][/b][/center]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]Hey again, Journal. Tis me, Cassidy Blaque, giving you the low-down of my life for today. Today... Today I just... Have you ever felt like you wanted to just curl up in a little ball and make yourself vanish? Well, yea. That's how I felt today.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]I saw a female friend of mine, 'Keve', today. she was wearing a blue turtleneck and some skin tight pants. Well, i've been knowing Keve since after I came back from Iraq in 2006 and I thought that she was the best thing since sliced bread. I hit on her, she hit on me back, we hit on each other; we had a nice little arrangement. Now, while we are working together (Yeah, tell me about it, Journal) I see her walk to me and give me a beautiful smile. Naturally, I fall for her bait and walk her way, admiring her shirt all the while. She stretches out her hands for a hug.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"How come you didn't call me Blaque? I texted you and everything."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"My bad, Keve, I had... things to deal with yesterday. (Read Feb 16) I didn't mean to ignore you or anything."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"Whatever. You talkin' shite again; I know you were talkin' to another female."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"Keve, i'm hurt. Look at these eyes of mine. Do these look like the eyes of a man who would stab you in the back?"[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"You're married, Blaque, so yeah, you would."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"Guess that rules out the 'Do you trust me' question then, huh?"[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]Yeah, good times. I hated work but I loved the different women that I met at my job on a daily basis. They were my drug; they kept me sane through the eight hours of bullshite that I had to endure.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]As I walked with Keve, I noticed something on her neck: A white piece of cotton. Being the diligent man that I am, I picked the cotton of of her turtleneck and blew it away with my [fresh] breath. She giggled when the cotton hit her face, letting me know that she loved being special around me.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]But I wasn't feeling special anymore when she dusted off the neck of her shirt. as she wiped the top portion of her turtleneck, I saw bruises on her flesh.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]I was thunderstruck. I couldn't -- wouldn't move an inch.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"What the hell?? Who did that to you??"[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]I got it then; she had wore the turtleneck to hidde the marks. Who knew how many more were on her body. I got madder by the second because as flirtatious as I am, I have a strict 'No physically hrting women' policy.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"It's nothin' Blaque." She tried to leave but I grabbed her arm so tight, she didn't force herself away.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"Did your husband do this to you?"[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, she's married, Journal. Oops.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"Yes, but he had good reason."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"Wht-the-f*ck-ever. Like what?"[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"I asked him if he was cheating on me."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]Ow. So I felt a little two-faced because of her comment since I was flirting with her and all but I was too mad to care.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"That's somethin' that you can inquire about without gettin' the shite choked outta you --"[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"Shut the f*ck up, Blaque! We are at work."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"Sorry. He... he had no right to do this to you. None."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]Ok... Journal. Am I a weak man for getting sympathetic over another woman -- that i'm not with, mind you -- who got hurt? Anywho...[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]"I don't wanna talk about it anymore. Just drop it Blaque before you make me cry too."[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]".........Whatever." and I walked away from her. I was more mad at her husband rather than her.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]At work, I could do nothing but think about how to kill the guy. I even yelled at a couple of callers because of my stress. Eventually, I pulled my self together. I had to leave early because I felt that if I didn't I would've taken my stress out on someone random.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black]I didn't even tell Keve bye.[/color][/size][/font]

[font=Palatino Linotype][size=2][color=black][b][i]Today's Lesson: It's easy to forgive strangers, it's hard to forgive the one's you love, but it's damn impossible to forgive a stranger who hurts the one you love.[/i][/b][/color][/size][/font]