raping a slave - swans

i'm not happy with this work situation. again, i arrive at work with things i could be doing, only to find a note waiting for me on reception.

another day back in my old office. except now at a desk as far removed from the action as could be! back in the basement tomorrow, though.

i'd been up and out first thing. Ms Simone had no time for breakfast and shoo-ed me out. tutu watched me silently throughout this, a thin half-smile playing around her lips.

i got a bus into town and, on a whim, stopped at a café and ordered a couple of scrambled egg rolls and coffee. it's a weird juxtaposition, going from Ms Simone's floor to the steam and smells and hubbub of a city centre café - and all within less than an hour!

and half an hour after that, i was at "my" desk, in work. my inbox was an untidy pile of file requests, threatening to spill at any moment. occasionally, someone or other would flit by, drop another one on top and ask in polite sentence-fragments, "could you..?" or "if you've a moment..?" or "maybe you'd..?"

nobody's watching me. it's as if i barely exist. to be honest, i devoted most of my day to text-tennis. no answer from elaine. or tam, for that matter. Ms Simone must be having as quiet day as me. and Stella, too!

Stella's working Her way through "now you are Hers" with tam, it appears. She's full of questions, having little experience or understanding of F/m relationships. so i did what i could to help.