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Vita via Miccolo (Life according to Michael) All rights reserved to LdyJessika – no copy,
duplication, printing 7 Vita via Miccolo – There comes a time There were times I’d try so hard to accomplish something. I was at the point in my life where I was singing the old gray mare she ain’t what she used to be. The only thought that would stick in my head was you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. I was so tired of accomplishing things that meant nothing to me but benefited the business - I wanted to just once in life accomplish something for myself. Years had fine-tuned my business expertise but it was always business from the morning to night and then weekends. I wondered if there was more to life and I’d missed out on it or was this life and I just didn’t realize it. It always seemed I was good but not good enough. I was tired at business meetings listening to people open new meetings with credentials. One went to Harvard, or NYU or had a degree in marketing. Whenever it would get to Michael he would say Downstate College in Fishkill, New York. Someone would always say that they never heard of that college and Michael would smile and say, "And you’ll be lucky if you never do." Then since I was next to Michael they would all turn to me and if I had to tell the truth it would be nothing more then Dwight School For Girls, Englewood, New Jersey. I didn’t think saying life experience would matter so I’d only say, "I’m Jessika and I work for Michael." Luckily it always seemed enough since no one ever asked any specific questions. It was after one particular meeting when I was feeling everyone had a degree in something but me that Michael called me into his office. "Okay, Sparks, what the hell is wrong? You break a nail? You run up your ice cream bill at Dryers? What the fuck is wrong? It drives me fucking nuts when you sulk around all day like a beat dog." "Well, Michael, everyone you talk to in business has a degree in accounting or business or marketing or went to Katherine Gibbs or somewhere! I don’t have anything but a high school diploma!" He started pacing which was never a good sign, "So what? You want me to buy you a degree or something?" "No, you asked what is wrong and I’m telling you. Even you have a degree from that college in Fishkill even though no one has heard of it." I remember Michael laughed so loudly that Anthony opened the door without knocking and said, "You okay, boss?" "Yeah, but the kid feels left out she didn’t get to go to Downstate College." When they both started laughing I knew something was wrong so I asked, "Why? What degree did you get at that college?" Michael grinned, "Sparky, I swear I though you knew all these years that when I say that I’m goofing on them. Downstate is a maximum security prison." "A prison? You tell them you went to college in a prison?" "Sparky, who the hell cares where you went to college. That shows they don’t know shit. It isn’t where they went and got a degree that counts in business, it’s what a person is doing now that counts. You think someone’s old business degree means shit to anyone? All that means to most people is that he has a piece of paper to wipe his ass, but it doesn’t mean he knows business." I was sitting on the couch and Anthony had closed the door since Michael was working himself into a lecture mood. I decided I was the one with the problem not Michael and I didn’t want to hear shit at the moment. "Michael this isn’t about you, this is about me. I’m the one that wants something - I just don’t know what. I’m the one that they all look at like I’m not good enough and that they have no idea why I’m even at the business meetings. I’m the one that doesn’t measure up." I could tell he was getting annoyed and he went over and locked the door like sex was going to make this all okay. He walked to the couch, sat down, and unzipped his slacks. "Michael, I don’t quite think this is the time for making love or something." He grabbed me by the back of the neck and answered in don’t fuck with me tone, "Sparky we aren’t making love, we’re in an office – we’re fucking. Get on top and you can keep talking away." I asked using a very nonchalant tone, "So, does that mean when we’re somewhere else we’re making love?" He grinned, "No sparks, it means this is an office and I’m a business man ready to fuck and not a magician." I took my skirt and panties off and started to slide his cock inside of me while I smiled at him, "So, does that mean there are times other than the office that we make love?" "Sparky, you gain weight? You feel kind of heavy." I remember trying to jump off in one movement but he rammed into me holding me on his cock, "Damn you, Michael. How can you say something so stupid at this moment. Why don’t you go take a course in what not to say to women! NO, I haven’t gained a damn pound. I’m just still kind of…of…of, well chunky." He laughed and kept pumping his hips while I tried to pull off his cock but then it started to feel too good to care, so I whispered, "Michael, isn’t there any time we make love at all? Figures in my life I don’t get to make love and have no degree!" He was running his fingers through my hair while we started to move in unison. It felt so good that I didn’t care about the terminology he used to start his next sentence and laughed when he said, "Chunks, Ya gotta take stock of what you have. You build on the foundation that exists now. Not the foundation that was five years ago or a foundation that you wanted and it didn’t exist. Ya gotta take stock, and at business you’re the best, got it?" He was thrusting faster and I could only whisper, "You finally said I’m good." "Yeah, I guess I did and it doesn’t have anything to do with you’re on my cock, got it?" I grinned that wicked grin I know he loved, "Yeah, I got it. Do you got this?" I pushed down and shoved his cock in and out faster and harder. It didn’t take long until I felt him losing control even when he fought to keep from coming. I leaned forward kissing him while grinding down harder on his cock – I heard him groan as he lost control and had to come inside of me. Then at that moment I let myself relax and come with him. He kissed me a while longer then said, "Sparky, let’s get coffee and go over the textile mill on 23rd Street purchase, I want your opinion on some points." It only took me a minute and as I was putting on my panties I knew how the deal should be handled, what should stay, what should be sold off. Where to get rid of the dead wood and who would be an asset to keep. I smiled at him as he was standing up and grinning at him I said, "Ya want to know something, Michael? I think I’m damn good in business. I think I just took stock."
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