Good evening my sweet delight. My shift is going quite well & i find myself with some free time. i could use this time to look up videos of pretty little brunettes with glasses doing dirty things on the Internet, but i feel like reminiscing a bit so i thought i'd tell you a story & see if there's time for the Internet later. About this time 13 years ago i worked at Target on 132nd & Maple. i was on the Plan-O-Gram team. A pretty sweet gig working overnights resetting displays & shelves. i met a woman named Julie one night as we reset a section of the health & beauty department. Her beauty wasn't as stunning as yours, but she was quite attractive. i flirted with her that night & she responded in kind. Over the next couple weeks we flirted casually at work. i learned that she was married & she learned that i was a poet. Our favorite supervisor was going to transfer soon so the evening before his birthday i talked with the crew about taking him to breakfast after our shift. By the end of the shift everyone had bailed, even the supervisor. Everyone but Julie. Later she would tell me that it was that morning when she decided i would write her. We went to the Village Inn down the road & talked over breakfast. i learned that her husband was an army brat who was in the military himself & gone on TDY. That she was a good Catholic and only recently had she started learning about the drug & counter culture from her husband. She learned that i was pining for my Muse, who i consider my first wife though we were only ever engaged & not married. My stories of drugs, alcohol, & parties would have driven her away had i met her mere months earlier. As it was breakfast turned to lunch then to dinner. We both had to work that night, but neither of us cared that we hadn't rested. We were doing something much more important. We spent as much time together as we could in the following weeks. i wrote her a handful of poems. We talked a lot. We kissed a lot too. We walked around Standing Bear Park one late afternoon. Something inspired me & i started singing I Get Carried Away by George Strait. She asked me to stop almost immediately. When i asked why she said it was because she couldn't afford to fall for me. That was the third best compliment she paid me. One evening we had gone downtown & sat beneath the 10th St. bridge. We watched the water & held hands. i remember saying that the water reminded me of her eyes. How there was so much beauty reflected on the surface & so much more hidden beneath. She looked at me & said she couldn't understand how my Muse or any other woman could resist me. It was the second greatest compliment she paid me. She came to my apartment the night before she had to leave to meet up with her husband. She asked if she could sleep with me, lay on top of me, be held. Believe it or not i actually stopped to consider it before agreeing. i spent that night asleep with one of the most beautiful women i've met in my arms. Looking back i wonder if she really would have yielded to me if i had tried to have her, i don't know. As she left the next morning she kissed me & said that she was confident that she would never cheat on her husband. Having resisted me no one could tempt her again. It was the greatest compliment she paid me. My heart still pounds a bit when i think about her. She was a good muse. --- Sorry about the wall of text. My phone archive is a pain to edit.