After much thought and careful consideration, I finally was able to get my revenge on Logan TWICE! I know he has a “thing” for a co-worker named Bethany. I have seen him mooning over her photo on his phone, but she has not met me yet (probably on purpose). On Tuesday, I “happened” to wander over (via bus and tube) the 27 blocks to Logan’s Office. I saw him sitting in the park with Bethany, so I thought I might as well break the ice and introduce myself since, apparently, Logan doesn’t think it’s a good idea. I walked up behind Logan hugged him and kissed his cheek and looked at Bethany and said, “You must be Cindy! Logan just won’t stop talking about you. I’m his sister Timere. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Logan’s face turned so hot from his blushing and then he got flustered because Cindy is actually his boss who he complains about incessantly. Needless to say, Bethany was stunned and speechless. I heard Logan making choking sounds trying to think of what to say, so I kissed him on the cheek again and whispered in his ear, “Gotcha!”. Then I let the cat out of the bag and properly introduced myself to Bethany (very ladylike and daintily, of course).
THAT was SO worth the fare! Logan came home sputtering mad but calmed down when I came out of the kitchen with his favorite meal prepared, and reminded him that I love him. After dinner, Logan told me that he would clean up since I had fixed dinner. Well, THAT should have been my clue that he was up to something, but I was still riding the high of the victory and knowing that I had another plan to set in motion. Logan was clanging the pots and pans around making a lot of noise (even though I had only made his favorite pizza). But I was relaxed on the sofa watching my programme, when he comes out of the kitchen jumps over the back of the sofa, drops in beside me, kissed me on the cheek as he slapped duct tape on my arm.
Now…..I am accustomed to being waxed from chin to toes (and still do it), but duct tape on skin…The only way to get it off was to get a corner and just yank the foot long piece off my arm. There were many, Many, MANY expletives expressed because I miscalculated and it took FOUR yanks to finally get it off. SO not fair.
But because I love him, I opted not to dismember him just yet. But while he slept, I took his suit jacket and a pair of bright pink see through thong panties, and sewed them into the tail of his jacket so they could only be seen from the back. So when he goes to the office tomorrow, he’s going to have to explain why he has a pair of sexy women’s panties dangling from his jacket. I might just have to follow him to work just to see the reactions of he gets. 🙂 <insert evil maniacal laugh here>