Jay, professional with wild side

Rummaging through a drawer of random items, Jay Mikel, 28-year old professional on his way up and intent to keep it that way, came across a stainless steel, pointed tool of some type.

"Looks like this could poke..Or maybe shape, something fine" he thought before it came to him.

"I got it..DM's nails! This was in her travel bag..She had the pack out when she was doing her nails that weekend she stayed here..D had all kinds of stuff out that time. Bag, that dark polish called Midnight Black because she was tired of pink, q-tips, all kinds of stuff. She must have left this in the drawer" Jay reasoned.

"That was a fun weekend. She laid out, tanned that amazing body, the black looked hot on her long nails, we messed around at night..Fun weekend for us" Jay recalled, leaving the tool out as a reminder.

Going throughout his day, Jay somehow kept the tool at his side or pocket. He wanted the reminder, yes, but also, it seemed to have a draw for him. Something..About it.

Taking it with him to the bar later on, not to use, but as a piece of him and her, a warmth piece if you will, Jay made a wide turn and ran through a wooden fence in the parking lot.

"Shit, shit..I just plowed that thing" he thought. When the owner, who everyone called "Queen" saw it, Jay really figured he was sunk.

"Jay! One of my best regulars!" Queen greeted him, smashed fence in front of her. Yet, she was unfazed. When Jay apologized for the damage, Queen asked "For what? What damage? Everything is fine out here". That's when it hit Jay's mind.

"I come here on my own and do this, and she's kicking me out forever..This tool is in my pocket, and, boom..Everything is normal? Just fine? Piece of wood fence on the ground, she doesn't care. Ok, time to really try this thing out" Jay decided.

Jay headed inside to the bar, knowing one of the gorgeous, blonde, hot-bodied bartenders was working.

"Amanda is here..Sweet, model-beautiful, super-sexy Amanda..Ev-eryone's favorite. Especially mine" Jay's mind flew sitting down and armed with his new Tool of Normality. While he didn't understand how this happened or why, he did know one thing: It was, indeed, happening. This tool made whatever he did seem fine and everyday normal.