A Private Meeting in David’s Office

David returned to his office feeling humiliated, “what did I say?!”

From inside his pants, he heard Destiny say, “I’m proud of you”

“Oh geez. For what.” David asked annoyed.

“Unzip and I’ll tell you,” she said.

David knew that he didn’t want to indulge this action nor did he want to hear how his penis was proud of him, but his curious dread got the better of him and he did as Destiny asked. She grew out of his fly and directed herself at him.

“The reason I’m proud,” she began, “look at me. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” David sighed and looked at her, “The reason that I’m proud is that you’re starting to identify with our relationship. It’s not something you’re simply participating in, it’s becoming a part of who you are. I could tell that from what you said in that meeting. It makes me feel really good about the two of us going forward.”

“You’re wrong,” David argues, “that was specifically what I was trying to avoid.”

“That’s even better! The fact that you didn’t even MEAN to do that makes it more authentic. It’s not something you consciously did, it’s something that just came naturally. I’m even more proud of you. I think we might have something special.”

“You’re wrong,” David repeated, “I’m only going along with this till our date with Sarah- like we agreed. Or should I say, like you manipulated me into agreeing to”

“What makes you think I ‘manipulated my you into agreeing?”

“I was trying to say ‘No’, but my mouth wouldn’t let me say it. The moment I thought I was going to be able to say it, it came out as ‘Yes’”

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe it was your heart talking” Destiny asked.

“And besides,” David continued, ignoring the aggravating suggestion she made, “how can I not be constantly aware of you when you spend the entire day in my face, you forced me to have a dream about you, and then you interfere with my job?”

“You had a dream about me?” Destiny asked.

“You know damn well I had a dream about you, you controlled that too.”

“What was the dream?”

“I’m not telling you, you already know.”

“If I already know, why are you afraid to tell me?”

“I’m not afraid to tell you, I’m just not going to”

“If you’re not afraid to tell me, the just tell me”

“You know damn well that you forced me to dream that we got married.” He argued, and then immediately regretted saying.

“You dreamt we got married?” She asked, pretending to sound shocked.

“Don’t give me that”

“I’m gonna have to think about that.”

“No you don’t, because this thing between us is only lasting until our” he corrected himself, “MY date with Sarah”

Without responding to his last statement, she went back into his fly. He, while grateful, was curious as to why she departed so silently.

Her absence for the rest of the day also brought the same curious gratitude.