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The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter VIII: Southern Hospitality And Potato Salad

The following morning at four fifty, Virginia got out of bed to begin her work day, as she went to the bathroom to shower. And after getting done with that, she got dressed and grabbed something to eat from the fridge, before finally leaving her apartment at five forty two… And as she was walking out the door, Virginia was checking out the Weather app on her phone, and that’s when she remembered that she still has Michael’s umbrella… But she decided that she would hold onto it for a little longer, to see how much he really wanted it back…

So anyway, Virginia arrived at the bus stop at five forty nine, and Michael joined her a couple of minutes later…

“It’s a clear morning… A far cry from yesterday”… Said Michael.

“Yeah… And relatively warm… For this time of year…

……….

O yeah… I forgot to bring back your umbrella… I’ll bring it to you tomorrow”… Responded Virginia.

“I’m off tomorrow… And Sunday… So…”… Replied Michael.

And Virginia responded by staring at Michael for a few seconds…

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“I know you told me that you have to work on Thanksgiving… So I was thinking how bout I make you that home cooked meal on a day you have off”… Said Michael.

“Seriously?… You really wanna make me this meal”… Replied Virginia.

………. ”… Responded Michael.

“I have Monday and Tuesday off… So how bout one of those days”… Replied Virginia.

“I work on those days… How bout late Sunday afternoon or evening… You do work the morning shift dontcha”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah I do… But… You know what… Yeah you can come over around four or five… I can use the company”… Answered Virginia.

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“So what kind of food do you like”?… Asked Michael.

“Honestly…”… Replied Virginia.

And then Sycamore Route pulled up to the bus stop…

And Michael allowed Virginia to board it first…

“You get on first”… Said Virginia.

………. … Okay”… Replied Michael.

So Michael boarded the bus and swiped his bus pass card, before going to take a seat near the front of the bus… And Virginia followed shortly thereafter, and sat next to him…

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“So what kind of food do you like”?… Asked Michael.

“Huh?… Ah yeah… Um…

(Writer’s Note: I really wanted to insert a person sucking their teeth sound effect link, because you know… – SOME – people do that before they’re about to say something, but the only two I found sucked – Pun unintended -, and looking for a picture of someone doing it was… Well, see for yourself ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. … And the last two links – Which were the first two that I looked for – honestly put me in a bad mood for a handful of minutes… Who would think that searching for a picture of someone sucking their teeth would produce such loaded search results… Which is the reason why I inserted this Writer’s Note… And one more thing… Google and Bing really suck ass… Now back to the story…)

… I like a lot of foods… Pork, beef, chicken, lamb… I pretty much like all meats… I would say that the one food that I loathe is potato salad… Well not just potato salad, but salads in general”… Answered Virginia.

“Why’s that”?… Asked Michael.

“I don’t know… It’s just that they’re not tasty… I’m always more hungry after I eat one than before…

My best friend. Karla, loves salads… She adds chicken and turkey and bacon and beef and whatnot in them… And I feel like if you have to put meat in it, then why not just take the vegetables out of it, and put some bread, mayonnaise, relish, ketchup, and mustard on it?… It’ll be much tastier”… Answered Virginia.

“Well I love salads... Try to eat one as much as I can… It’s literally one of the most versatile meals out there… You can do so much with it… You can have an all vegetable salad… You can have vegetables with fruits mixed in salad… You can have a combination of vegetables and meats salad… You can add fruits, nuts, grains, beans to change the texture of a salad… The options are limitless… Plus you can add many varieties of cheeses to the salad, as well as the different dressings and oils you can use as toppings…There’s just so much that you can do with salads…

You’re friend and I should meet up one day… We can swap recipes with each other”… Responded Michael.

“Well me and salads are like politicians and decency… Were never going to like each other”… Replied Virginia.

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“So I guess I should rule out making a salad then…”… Said Michael.

“O no… I would never tell you what to make… I’ll just kindly deposit it into the waste bin when you leave… I am a Southern Belle”… Replied Virginia.

(Writer’s Note:  I’ve always wondered why southern women love to call themselves a Southern Belle… And there are a couple of articles that I came across that does some explaining about the problem with that term, and the culture behind it…You can read them if you want… But personally I’ve always had a question about the south… And Michael is about to ask Virginia that question…)

“I’m assuming that Southern Belle means a nice woman…

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… Which I think is a close relative to Southern Hospitality… So why do you people in the south do such inhospitable things?…

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So I read the book you recommended for me…”… Said Virginia.

“Uh… O yeah… Those books… So which one are you talkin’ about”?… Asked Michael.

“What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?…”” Answered Virginia.

“So what did you think about it”?… Asked Michael.

“I enjoyed it… It had some unexpected twists that I didn’t expect… The author of the story has a unique way to explain things”… Replied Virginia.

“Glad you liked liked it”… Responded Michael.

……….

“Ohhhhh… I forgot to bring you back your umbrella… And I really needed it yesterday coming home, because it was pouring”… Said Virginia.

“Well you’re welcome… I’ll get it on Sunday”… Replied Michael.

And a couple of minutes later, Sycamore Route arrived at the complex…

“So I’ll see you on Sunday… I’ll make sure to not make any salads”… Said Michael.

…..

Okay… See you then”… Replied Virginia.

And then Michael and Virginia parted ways to head to their respective jobs…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter VII: Lets Take A Moment And Analyze This Situation

Now because she has the type of job that requires you to put one hundred percent – Or damn close to it – of your energy into it, Virginia didn’t have time to think about the interactions she had with Michael until her break… And that’s when it hit her…

“Wait… Did I kiss Michael on the cheek?… Why did I do that?… He might think that I might have a crush on him… I mean I’m old enough to be his mother, and guys his age don’t look at women my age… Hell, men my age don’t look at women my age

But he’s the one that sat behind you, and offered you sweets, and initiated every interaction with you Virginia… I mean he’s letting you borrow his umbrella for God’s sake… That has to mean something?…

But what are you talking about Virginia… We’re talking about a damn umbrella… Not a coat or jacket or hoodie… It’s a damn umbrella… I mean he asked for your number because he wants it’s back… Not because he wants to do other things to you… Girl get real…

But what if he is actually attracted to me?… I mean he is handsome… He’s good with food, so you won’t have to spend all that time in the kitchen like you were with Kent… And he’s definitely going places… I mean why not?…

I mean you may be slightly older than the First Lady… But she’s at least one hundred and fifty pounds lighter than you… And she’s ….. ….. Okay… Don’t compare yourself to her Virginia… I mean you wouldn’t compare a rookie quarterback to an all time great, so just don’t…

……….

But still, big girls may not be in… Particularly big older women, but were not like the femullet either… There are men out there who prefer big girls… And some prefer big older girls… So maybe just maybe, Michael has a crush on me… And maybe those feelings are mutual”…

And while Virginia was going back and forth about whether Michael was crushing for her, or whether it’s a figment of her imagination, he had some thoughts about Virginia himself…

“So buddy… You got that kiss on the cheek earlier… Yeah, and it was grrrreat!… Like watching the team you grew up watching finally win that championship

I think she likes me… A woman doesn’t kiss you on the cheek if she doesn’t have some feelings for you… I mean would Hillary Clinton kiss Ken Starr on the cheek?… I mean short of it guaranteeing her the presidency, that’s not a scenario that I could imagine…

(Writer’s Note: I wrote this a month or so before the election, and I assumed given the other option, that HRC would become #45, but y’all know what the fuck happened… So let us just move on… And P.S. I spent the last few months saving quite a few HRC pictures on my computer so that I could use them over the coming years… And I’m still going to use them… It’s just going to be much more awkward now… And for the ….. who actually won the election – At least electorally -… Well lets just move on…)

But as I was saying… Virginia wouldn’t kiss me if she didn’t have feelings for me… And she gave me her number… She has to know that I’m gonna call to talk about a lot more than a damn umbrella… I mean she can have it… I can go buy another one for twenty bucks… And she has to know that if I didn’t wanted to ….., that I wouldn’t be giving all those desserts to her for free… And those books that I suggested to her are as coy as …..

So I think it’s time for me to accelerate this process… Which brings me closer to spreading open those two supersize me cheeks, and creaming all up in that azz…

O fuck yeah… Today has been a good day… And tomorrow is going to be even better”…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter VI: In Order To Get Wet In The Future You Have To Be Dry In The Present

At five forty-one in the morning, Virginia grabbed her jacket, and walked out of her apartment to make her way to the bus stop… And she was there by herself… But still, there was a surreal silence in the atmosphere… Like something was about to go down…

And a couple of minutes later, the darkened clouds began opening, and the rain began coming down… And since all that Virginia had on was a light sweater, she was going to bear the brunt of this torrential downpour. So she tried to do as much as possible to minimize her wetness by walking under the large tree that was nearby, and standing under it

And around the time it takes to live through the beginning of a decade to the end of it of minutes later, Michael was on his way to the bus stop. And he was surprised to not see Virginia… But after taking a closer examination of the area, he saw her standing under a tree. And he thought to himself, “Why”?… And as he got closer to her, he had his answer…

“Um Virginia… Why would you come out here without an umbrella”?… Asked a bemused Michael.

And then he went over to Virginia to suggest to her to get under the large umbrella…

“I didn’t watch the news before I left, so I didn’t know that it would be raining cats and dogs”… Answered Virginia.

“I don’t watch the news either… But I check the weather app on my phone before I leave every morning”… Replied Michael.

“Yeah I have a weather app on my phone too… I just forgot to check it”… Responded Virginia.

“You’re probably glad that I showed up when I did… Or you would’ve been like Forrest Gump in Vietnam”… Said Michael.

“Yeah I’m glad you did… But relatively speaking, this tree has kept me dry… I’m damp, but not soaking wet”… Responded Virginia.

“You know it’s suppose to rain pretty much all day”… Said Michael.

“Yeah I forgot that it rained around here, because it hasn’t rained much the past few months”… Replied Virginia.

“Yeah… But I’ve learned that weather around here can be pretty weird…

It’ll be sixty five degrees and sunny one day, and a day, day and a half later, it’s twenty five degrees, with four inches of snow on the ground”… Responded Michael.

“Yeah I like it here, but that’s the one thing that I really dislike about this area… The unpredictable weather”… Replied Virginia.

“Yeah and it’s about to get cold as well… I mean it’s cold now, but I mean the cold where you don’t wanna leave your home”… Said Michael.

“I can handle cold… To a certain point, but what I truly hate is snow… I walk a lot, and when it snows, that means ice ain’t that far behind… And I’m not trying to fall and bust my keister”… Replied Virginia.

“You read my mind… I hate snow because of ice… I think they call it black ice… And I like a lot of things black, but not ice

Why can’t it always be a sunny seventy something degree day… With a slight breeze that keeps you from burning up year round”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah that’s called Central Florida… I lived there for a large part of my life… It’s a beautiful area… I miss it sometimes”… Replied Virginia.

“Don’t they have hurricanes down there?… Nah I can’t live in a place where I gotta worry about that… That’s why I prefer Southern California… I gotta worry about earthquakes and wildfires, but I’m less concerned about them than hurricanes”,,, Responded Michael.

“I personally prefer not to deal with any weather effects… But I guess there’s nowhere in the world where that’s possible… At least I haven’t heard of it”… Replied Virginia.

“Yeah… Exactly…

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… Man this bus sho is late”… Said Michael.

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“So how did it go with the co-workers”?… Asked Virginia.

And before Michael could give his answer, Sycamore Route came into view. So he and Virginia got ready to board the bus… And Michael made sure to not let the umbrella down until she was completely on the bus. And after swiping his bus pass card, he went to sit behind Virginia…

“You know if you’re gonna sit behind me, you might as well sit next to me”… Said Virginia… As she turned around to tell Michael this.

“… Well okay”… Responded Michael.

And then he got up to take his backpack off, and then to sit next to Virginia…

“So how did it go with the co-workers”?… Asked Virginia.

“It went well… I’m really fond of Annie… Is she always as happy as she sounds”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah… She could cheer up even the most bitter of person… I mean she’s put a smile on my face when I didn’t feel like being bothered with anyone”… Answered Virginia.

“But yeah… Annie made a sizeable order… She said she has a big get together coming up, and she didn’t feel like baking anything… And Tiffaney ordered some stuff as well… It was a more get straight to the point convo with her”… Responded Michael.

“Well I’m happy to help you on your journey to creating your sweets empire”… Replied Virginia.

“I wouldn’t call it an empire… I’m just trying to have a business where I can live a comfortable life while doing something that I love”… Responded Michael.

“Empires are like people Michael… They come in all varieties”… Replied Virginia.

“Well what would you consider to be your empire”?… Asked Michael.

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Honestly, I’m at the age where I’ll settle for a little Mom and Pop shop on the corner of Main Street”… Answered Virginia.

“Well buildings on Main Street are quite expensive in this town… No matter what size they are”… Replied Michael.

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Exactly… Even Main Street ain’t affordable anymore”… Responded Virginia.

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“So are you gonna read your book that I always see you read on here”… Asked Michael.

“Nah I’ll read it at a later time… It’s not as engaging as conversing with you”… Replied Virginia.

Well I do like to stimulate the mind..

……….

… So what book are you reading?… Asked Michael.

Black Women of the Old West… It’s about…

………………..”… Replied Virginia.

(Writer’s Note: And just in case you’re wondering… No I haven’t read this book yet… But when I have the time and funds to purchase this book, then I will)

“Sounds very interesting… I’m gonna have to check it out at some point… So do you read often”?… Asked Michael.

“Yes… I read at least one book a week… I usually read when I wanna get my mind off the real world”… Answered Virginia.

“So what genres do you prefer to read”?… Asked Michael.

“… Biographies, History, Crime, Western’s… Some Sci-Fi… My reading interests are diverse”… Answered Virginia.

“Yeah I’m not much of a reader… You can probably guess that I spend most of my time in the kitchen when I wanna take my mind off things…

However, there are some books that I’ve really liked that you might be interested in”… Said Michael.

“Lemme grab my phone so I can write this down”… Replied Virginia.

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“You ready”?… Asked Michael.

And Virginia replied by nodding her head in a yes gesture…

“Okay… There’s “Walking The Dog And Feelin’ Pretty Damn Good”… That’s a story about about a woman, and the happiness she feels when she’s walking her dog… Pretty self explanatory…

Then there’s, “The Plants Enjoys Your Cat”… It’s about a woman walking outside to see her precious kitten in a compromising position… That may or may not be something that interests you…

There’s also, “What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?…”… It’s about a woman who is deep into thought… And a guy wonders what could possibly be so thought provoking that it would cause Miss Hurley to be so engaged in those thoughts?… It’s a lot more interesting than I’m making it out to be…

Now this story is one of my favorites… It’s called, “Thighs As Large As My Desire For You”… On the surface it’s a standard woman has a crush on man story… But the more you get into it, the more saturated you’ll become…

I also have a fondness for this story… “Enduring A Field Of Thorns To Get To The Sweetest of Roses”… It’s similar to “Thighs As Large As My Desire For You”, but the genders are reversed… And to be honest, the way the author describes the woman of affection in this story is the reason why I like it so much… I wish I could meet the woman… But she’s a figment of an author’s imagination, so…

And finally, my favorite… “Conversations with Mrs. Bradshaw”… It’s about a man who’s going down the wrong path, and pretty much everyone has given up and washed their hands of him… But this woman, Mrs. Bradshaw won’t… And through the course of some conversations… Some stern, some more loving, she convinces him to turn his life around… I mean the world can be pretty cynical these days, but sometimes someone just showing you some love can go a long way”… Said Michael.

“Yeah… All you need is love, love… Love is all you need

(……………….)

… You know for someone who doesn’t read much, you sure have a lot of books that you like”… Responded Virginia.

“Well what can I say… There’s certain stories that I’m drawn to”… Replied Michael.

“Well I’m gonna check these stories out… I trust your judgment”… Responded Virginia.

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Now because this conversation was as engaging as watching Nigella Lawson doing… Well, Nigella Lawson stuff, neither Michael or Virginia knew that they were so close to the complex until she saw a fast food establishment that was a couple of blocks down from it, so she knew it was time to put a bookmark on this conversation…

“You know we’re almost at work… So…”…

“Okay yeah… This was the best beginning of a workday that I’ve had in a long time”… Replied Michael.

“Likewise”… Responded Virginia.

And around forty seconds later, Sycamore Route arrived at The Complex, and that’s when Virginia was reminded that the water from the skies is still coming down like the Warriors are raining down threes on the rest of The Association… So Michael once again held the umbrella up for her – And of course himself – as the two walked into one of The Complex buildings…

“You know I have a raincoat on… You need this more than me”… Said Michael.

“… Thank you so much… I’m very appreciative of your generosity”… Responded Virginia.

And then she gave Michael a quick peck on the cheek, before she began making her way to her job… And Michael stood there emotionless for a couple of seconds… But smiling like he had just been drafted into one of the most exclusive organizations in the world in his mind… And then…

“Hey hold on there… Can I get your number… You know just in case we don’t see each other for a few days, so I can get my umbrella back”?… Michael asked Virginia… As he hurried walked to catch up to her.

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Uhhh… O yeah… It’s …..”… Responded Virginia.

And after she gave him her number…

“Okay… Thanks… I’ll talk to you later friend”… Said Michael.

“Yeah”… Replied Virginia.

And then the two stared at each other for a hot second, before heading to their respective jobs…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter V: I Don’t Want Your Money, I Want Your…

Because of their work schedules, Michael and Virginia wouldn’t see each other again until the following Wednesday…

“It’s been a few huh”?… Said Virginia.

“Yeah”… Replied Michael.

……….

“A few coworkers liked your stuff… Do you want their contact info”?… Asked Virginia.

“Yeah…

So what exactly did they like”?… Asked Michael.

“They liked the sweet potato cookies and caramel rice crispy treats… And I’m particularly fond of the interracial cookies and white chocolate brownies… I might just stop going to the store and get my sweets from you”… Said Virginia.

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Interracial cookies… I’ve never heard of it described like that”… Replied Michael.

“Well… When I see black and white together, the first thing I think is interracial… Don’t you?…”… Responded Virginia.

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I appreciate that you and your friends liked my cookies…

(And after going into his backpack to grab a food storage bag)

I uh… Made these a few days ago, but you weren’t here, so I just put them in the freezer to maintain the freshness… But if they’re a little stale…”… Replied Michael.

“Oh that’s okay… If there a little stale, I’ll just put them in the oven for a few minutes… That helps to bring some of the freshness back… I learned that from my mom when I was young girl…

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… You know I feel kinda guilty accepting all these sweets from ya and not paying you anything… I mean you probably spent some hours making these things, and you should be compensated for it”… Replied Virginia.

“I mean yeah… I did spend some time in the kitchen… But I do that a lot anyway… And with all the food I bake, I do give some of it away… I mean if I ate everything I baked, I would weigh four hundred pounds, and have some real big health issues… And I already need to lose a few pounds as it is…

But seriously, you don’t have to pay me anything… Just knowing that something I make out of joy and love brings a smile on your face is payment enough for me”… Responded Michael.

And Virginia responded by staring at Michael for a couple of seconds, before going into her ShopMartville tote bag, and grabbing her pocket purse

“Well my daddy taught me that if someone keeps giving you stuff for free, that at some point. You should pay them…

(…..)

… How much do you think all these sweets cost”?… Asked Virginia.

“I told you that I don’t want your money…

(…..)

… Just use that money towards something else”… Replied Michael.

“How bout twenty dollars… No twenty five… All those sweets had to be worth at least that”… Responded Virginia.

“I told that I don’t want your…

Just give me ten dollars”… Said Michael.

(Writer’s Note: You probably noticed that in most of my stories, I use “Free World Credits” as the currency of choice… But I decided to use a real currency in this particular story because… I feel that this story warrants it… And this story dwells into the actual real world that we live in… So just a tidbit for those of you that were wondering)

And then Virginia handed Michael a Hamilton, before asking him…

“What should I pay you going forward”?…

“A quarter… That’s half off”… Answered Michael.

……….

“O yeah… Before I forget, here’s the numbers of the co-workers that want some more of your sweets”… Said Virginia.

And then she gave Michael their info, and shortly thereafter, Sycamore Route showed up… And you know what happened next… But instead of sitting at the back of the bus like he normally does, Michael sat behind Virginia… And it took her a few minutes to realize that, as she had pulled out the book she’s been reading for the last few and was mentally consuming that, until she turned around and saw Michael behind her… As he just responded by smiling back at her…

And when she turned back around, Virginia lost interest in her book, as she began thinking…

“You know why would someone who is trying to build a sweets business continually give them to me for free?…

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… Virginia quit playing… That man is half your age… Why would someone his age be into someone that was alive when Broadway Joe shocked the world?…

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And after thinking about this for around a touchdown worth of minutes, Virginia finally got back to reading her book, as Sycamore Route made it’s way to the complex…

And when they both got off the bus, Michael and Virginia stared at each other for a quick second, before he smiled at her and said…

“I’m gonna call your co-workers when I get home… I guess I’ll see ya later”…

“Yeah… I see ya round”… Replied Virginia.

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter IV: Gosh Darn These Are Some Good Cookies

At five o’clock precisely, the phone laying on the dresser next to Virginia began playing ….. … So she rolled out of bed, stretched for a handful of seconds, and then made her way to the bathroom, to get ready for another work day…

And at five forty-seven, Virginia walked out of her apartment to head to the bus stop for the six o two running of Sycamore Route… And to her surprise, Michael was already standing there waiting for the bus to show up…

“Good morning… Did you like the cookies”?… Asked Michael… Once Virginia had arrived at the bus stop.

“Good morning to you too… Yes I did enjoy them… And you made them yourself?… Because those were bakery quality cookies”… Responded Virginia.

“Yes I did… Been baking for a few years now… My dream is to have my own food company… You know like Reginald Lewis or Samuel Wilcox

(Writer’s Note: It’s the second profile from the top)

… I just gotta save up some more money to do it… Ya know”… Replied Michael.

“Never heard of them”… Responded Virginia.

“Neither had I until I started doing research on historic black entrepreneurs… There’s a lot of historic and important people that our generation doesn’t know about ….. … And hopefully someday we’ll become unbrainwashed from the mass genetically modified pop culture and began learning and thinking for ourselves”… Replied Michael.

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“Well if you continue to make cookies like the ones you made for me, then you’ll be the next Barefoot Contessa

You know I’m not trying to be greedy, but could you make me another batch of cookies… I still have some from yesterday… And it was really hard to not eat them all up in one day”… Said Virginia.

“Yeah sure… I’ll bake them when I get home, and bring them to you tomorrow”… Replied Michael.

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“Um I just thought of something… I don’t know your name”… Said Virginia.

“Michael”… Answered Michael.

“Virginia”… Replied Virginia.

And Michael just nodded his head for a few seconds, before placing his right hand out to Virginia… And a second or two later, she placed her left hand out, as the two shook hands and quasi smiled at each other…

And a few minutes later, Sycamore Route arrived, and Michael was about to board the bus, but he stopped to allow Virginia to board it first…

“Thank you”… Said Virginia.

And Michael responded by nodding his head and smiling at Virginia, as she got on the bus and swiped her bus pass card… And Michael… Well if you read chapter one, then you know exactly what Michael was doing as Virginia was doing her thing, before he swiped his bus pass card, and went to take a seat at the back of the bus…

And as Virginia was sitting near the front of the bus reading a book, Michael was on his phone listening to some music, but also scouring the web on what kind of cookies should he bake for Virginia… And a couple of times during the ride to The Madd Shack, he took a look at her, and thought about Mario Elle vs the Suns in the 95 Western Conference Semifinals

The following morning, Michael arrived at the bus stop around a minute and a half before Virginia. And when she did, Michael went into his backpack to grab the cookies, before saying to Virginia…

“Hey…

(And after handing the couple of food storage bags to Virginia)

… I got a little carried away”…

“I can see… This can last me for a while”… Responded Virginia.

“Yeah I know…

But I was wondering if you could hand out some of them to some co-workers or friends of yours… Trying to build a base up… You know what I mean”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah I understand…

So how often do you bake?… Asked Virginia.

“Pretty much daily… If I’m not baking cookies or something else sweet, I’m baking bread, or something else…

So what about you”?… Asked Michael.

“Not as much as when I was younger, and had more free time… I mean when I get home from work, I’m usually tired, and just want to go to sleep… And even when I don’t, I’m not in the mood to spend an hour or so in the kitchen”… Answered Virginia.

“So I guess it’s pretty safe to say that you haven’t had a home cooked meal lately, and since Thanksgiving is a couple of weeks away, and I’m going to be cooking quite a bit, you can come over if you want”… Said Michael.

“I would like that… But I gotta work on Thanksgiving… So can I get a raincheck”?… Asked Virginia.

“I’ll save an umbrella for you”… Replied Michael.

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Sycamore Route pulled up a few minutes later, and the two boarded the bus… And you should know by now what the process was… Except that Michael didn’t STARE at Virginia’s rump shaker – Well he did, but he had his mind on some bigger long term objectives… Pun unintended – at this time…

So anyway, when Sycamore Route arrived at the complex, and both Michael and Virginia had gotten off it…

“Hey… Just remember to pass some of these out to your coworkers”… Said Michael.

“Okay”… Replied Virginia.

And then the two went their separate ways to their respective jobs…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter III: May I Offer You A Bag Of Cookies?…

A touchdown and a blocked or missed extra point worth of days had passed since Michael had his first ….. thoughts of Virginia…

And he was looking forward to seeing her as soon as possible, so that he could ….. … But when he arrived at the bus stop on Friday, Monday, and Tuesday, Virginia was nowhere to be seen… And he has the weekend off, so even if she was there, he ain’t gettin’ up at five something in the morning, just to say hello and ….., when he sleeps in to at least nine o’clock, before he begins his day…

So fast forward to the current time, date, and situation…

Michael walked to the bus stop hoping to see Virginia, but not expecting to see her, so as he got closer to the bus stop to where he could actually see the bus stop, he saw a mature looking strawberry blonde haired – With some black roots -, and red glasses, super rubenesque woman, and immediately realized that it’s Virginia. So he shot himself a quick smile, before walking until he was a couple of feet away from her, and proceeding to say…

Hello”…

“Hello… How’s your morning going”?… Responded Virginia.

“Just getting ready for a long work day… But can’t complain… I’m living… Which is more than what some people can say”… Replied Michael.

“I hear you… Waking up and seeing another day is truly a blessing… Considering everything that’s going us”… Responded Virginia.

And Michael nodded his head in agreement, before standing there in ………. for around the jersey number of the most exciting running back the writer of this story has seen in his life… And then he took his backpack off of his back to go into it to grab something…

“I know you’ve been here for a couple of weeks or so, but I brought you a welcome gift… I made them myself”… Michael said to Virginia.

And that welcome gift was a food storage bag worth of cookies

“Thank you”… Replied Virginia.

And then she placed the bag of cookies in her ShopMartville tote bag… And around a half minute later, Sycamore Route rolled up to the bus stop, and both Virginia and Michael boarded it, swiped their bus pass cards, and went to take a seat at their destinations near the front and back of the bus respectively…

A few minutes before noon, Virginia went on break. And after making a stop at The Soaring Metropolis Hero… Sandwiches to order a beef and bacon sandwich, with colby jack and pepper jack cheeses as a topping, and South Carolina Mustard Sauce as another topping, as well as a twelve ounce cup of root beer to wash it down with, before heading to the break area to – Of course – consume what she just purchased… And she soon realized that she was thirsting for something sweet ….., so she was about to get back up to head to the vending machine to purchase something… But then she remembered the food storage bag worth of cookies that Michael had given her earlier in the morning, so she just went to her ShopMartville tote bag in her locker to grab them, before heading back to the break area…

And after spending a few minutes eating a majority of the beef and bacon sub sandwich, Virginia went into the food storage bag to grab a chocolate chip cookie… And after taking a couple of bites, she was enthralled by the chewy goodness of it… The firm but soft sweetness of the light brown cookie, with it’s bittersweet chocolate chips infused throughout it, to give it the perfect balance of sweet and bitter…

So anyway, after consuming this delicious chocolate chip cookie, Virginia went on to eat another one, and then she went back into the food storage bag to grab a chocolate sugar cookie to snack on…

And a couple of minutes later, when she had finished on that, Virginia decided that she was done – For now – with Michael’s cookies, and she went to put the food storage bag of cookies and the portion of the beef and bacon sub sandwich that she didn’t eat, into her ShopMartville tote bag, before heading back to work…

At two thirty, when Virginia got off work, she grabbed her belongings and made her way to the bus stop that is directly outside the complex. And while waiting for the bus, she decided to pass the time by snacking on another cookie (this time, it was a frosted lemon cookie), and she was very impressed by the goodness of the taste of it. And by the time she finished savoring that frosted lemon cookie, Sycamore Route had pulled up to the bus stop. And after boarding, and swiping her bus pass card, Virginia took a seat near the front of the bus, and pulled a book out of her tote bag, and continued where she left off in the morning…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter II: I Think I’m Gonna Go Head And Shoot This Shot… But First

The leaves were falling from the trees, and the weather had transitioned to the chill – But not quite cold – air that requires you to put away the shorts, and put on a jacket – Or if you’re like the writer of this story, a hoodie -, as Michael made his way to the bus stop to catch Sycamore Route… And as he was nearing the bus stop, Michael saw someone was already standing there waiting for the bus. And that came as a surprise to him, because around ninety percent of time, he’s there by himself…

So anyway, as Michael finally arrived at the bus stop, he took a look at the woman, and saw that she’s a… Mature looking strawberry blonde haired – With some black roots -, and red glasses super rubenesque woman…

“Good morning”… Said The Strawberry Blonde Haired – With Black Streaks – and Red Glasses Super Rubenesque Woman.

“Good morning”… Replied Michael.

And a few minutes later, the bus showed up, and The Strawberry Blonde Haired – With Black Streaks – and Red Glasses Super Rubenesque Woman boarded the bus, swiped her bus pass card, and then took a seat near the front of the bus… And Michael followed behind her and swiped his bus pass card, and went to go take a seat in his favorite seat at the back of the bus…

And around thirty five minutes later, Sycamore Route arrived in front of the building that houses The Madd Shack and many other establishments, and Michael and The Strawberry Blonde Haired – With Black Streaks – and Red Glasses Super Rubenesque Woman got off the bus… And as he was walking into the building, it finally hit Michael on who the woman is…

It’s Virginia… And since they initially first spoke to each other around three and a half months earlier, the two have spoken to each other from time to time, but it was always just small talk… But he still pondered to himself on why she was in his area?… Because the last time he saw her on the bus, she was on Station Way… Which is around twenty minutes away from his area… But since he’s about that mindin’ your own damn business life, Michael took one last look at Virginia, before making his way inside The Madd Shack, to begin his work day…

 

Precisely a week later, as Michael was making his way to the bus stop, he saw Virginia standing there once again. And once he arrived there…

“Hello”… Said Virginia.

“Hello… Do you stay out here”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah… I stay in the Ivory Villa Apartments… In that building over there”… Answered Virginia.

“Isn’t that the twenty eight building”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah”… Answered Virginia.

“Yeah I live in the forty five building… So how long have you been out here”?… Asked Michael.

“Two weeks…

It was between here or Fairview Grove in midtown… But I chose Ivory Villa because of the swimming pool… I love swimming”… Replied Virginia.

“The swimming pool is nice… Although I haven’t been in it much in the time I’ve been here”… Responded Michael.

……….

“I’m happy that Ivory Villa is on the bus line… I’ve lived in places where I had to walk twenty, twenty five minutes to get to the bus line”… Said Virginia.

“Yeah… I couldn’t live in a place where there wasn’t a nearby bus stop… At least until I get my own ride…

So do you stay with anyone”?… Asked Michael.

“No… I stay by myself”… Answered Virginia.

……….

And as soon as his brain processed what his ears had sent it, an alarm went off in Michael’s head, and right then he decided that he was gonna shoot his shot at Virginia… Eventually…

So anyway, the current conversation between the two began to fade into thin air like journalism in modern day society (and a quick Writer’s Note: You should probably watch the entire segment, but from this point on is where it really gets to the point… At least IMO), and soon thereafter, Sycamore Route had stopped at the bus stop… And Michael let Virginia board the bus first… Because one, he’s a gentleman… But ya know… Because he really wanted a more close up view of her as large as The Arden Estate rump shaker… And although her pants weren’t as tight as say ….., her populous pantyline was still as visible as say, a Latina standing on a porch

And Michael had a ….. stare/smile on his face, as after she had swiped her bus pass card, and was making her way to her seat, Virginia’s very large gluteus maximus began gyrating back and forth, and Michael was hypnotized like the King of Brooklyn for a few seconds, before he eventually swiped his bus pass card, and made his way to his prefered seat on the back of the bus…

 

And as the minutes ticked on, and as Michael had his headphones on listening to some music, he was only partially in MichaelLand. Because the other part of his mind was focused on Virginia, as he occasionally took a look at her – Who at this particular time was reading a book – and thought about how was he gonna approach her. And when the bus arrived at their workplace, Virginia exited the front of the bus, and Michael exited at the back… And he slowed down to let her get in front of him…

Which allowed him to get another front row pov of her rump shaker and populous pantyline… And although he was reserved on the outside, in his mind, Michael was salivating like a sneakerhead when a new Lebron or Jordan is released, as he happily watched Virginia’s big ole butt sashay from side to side for around a half minute, before he finally got his mind on the reason why he’s here in the first place, and went on to go inside The Madd Shack, to begin his work day…

 

And throughout the course of the day – When he wasn’t busy with his work -, Michael’s thoughts primarily focused on Virginia…

He more than a few times pondered about her badonkadonkadonkadonkadonk… Like how he wanted to spread that phfat motherfucka open… Like he was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and inserting his throbbing chocolate ice cream sandwich – Which of course had some dripping cream oozing out of it… Because ya know… It’s melting -, into the middle of the largest white chocolate and vanilla cake that you can imagine, and making sweet beautiful love fucking for as long as Chocolate Ice Cream Sandwich could last…

Until finally, it would resolve inside of the very rubenesque white chocolate and vanilla cake… And he would munch on that cake until either he would eat it all ….. Or much more likely that his brain would tell him that he can’t intake anymore… Because he would need an ambulance, and would need around an IV worth of insulin to prevent himself from going into a super sweet as #34 coma…

And although Michael was able to keep it together at work, when he got home later that afternoon, he finally did something to elevate those thoughts that he was having about Virginia…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter I: You Have A Beautiful Name

The Birdsong By The Lake ringtone began playing on the phone of Michael Cunningham… Which was lying just a couple of feet away from his sleeping body. And that ringtone signaled to him that it was five fifteen in the morning… Which meant it was time for him to get up to prepare for work…

But Michael didn’t feel like getting up quite yet, so he laid there for a couple of more minutes, before begrudgingly getting up from his comfortable bed to hop into the shower… And even tho this is a five days a week routine that he’s been doing for a while now, he still hates getting up this early every damn day…

So Michael spent the next fifty minutes showering, brushing his teeth, and then finally moisturizing his body – Which is the routine he does every work day (Also Writer’s Note: I spent thirty to forty minutes looking for A – As in one… As in singular – picture of a black man moisturizing/lotioning his body, and couldn’t find a gotdamn one… I really don’t know what that says… But it’s gotta say somethin’ right?…) -, before putting his uniform on, and going to the fridge to grab a large Granny Smith apple, and eating on that for a quick minute and a half or two, before finally leaving his apartment to make his way to the bus stop…

Now because today was a holiday  – The celebration of the birth of the republic -, the bus he normally catches (Sycamore Route) was running on a different schedule (hourly instead of half hourly…), so he had to walk to another stop to catch another bus (Station Way) (…That ran half hourly)… And once that bus arrived, Michael swiped his card, and went to the back to take a seat…

And he put his headphones on and soon thereafter faded into MichaelLand as the bus got closer to his destination with each bus stop…

And just around halfway through the bus ride, a mature looking strawberry blonde haired super rubenesque woman boarded the bus, and sat near the front of it… And Michael thought to himself that the woman fits his criteria of attractiveness

(Writer’s Note: I only inserted that last link because I crush for Gabifresh… So if you should ever read or listen to this, can I get a follow back or shoutout?… And P.S. The woman next to Gabi with the fro, you gets props to for that natural fro)

… But once she sat down, his thoughts went back to MichaelLand and the music he was currently listening to…

So anyway, just shy of fifteen minutes later, the bus was nearing the end of the line, so he got off at Main Street to catch another bus that would take him closer to his workplace. And when he got off that bus, he walked the remainder of the ten minutes, until he finally arrived to The Madd Shack, his place of employment…

But before walking in that section of the building – Which is pretty much like a superplex… Which has numerous of businesses and establishments inside it -, Michael saw a familiar figure…

“Excuse me… But how did you get here so quickly”?… Asked Michael.

“I got off the Station Way bus at 51st, and walked the five blocks here”… Answered The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

……….

“Ah yeah that does make more sense now that I think more about it… But I’m used to the route I took… I’ve done it many times before”… Replied Michael.

“How did you get here?… Cuz I saw you get off at Main”… Asked The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

“I got on the Main bus… Then got off at 58th… And then walked up here…

You know I wish Sycamore Route had a bus that stopped here at this time on holidays and weekends… It would make the commute much easier”… Replied Michael.

“I don’t catch Sycamore Route to get here, but I wished Station Way would extend their route to come here… It would only add around three or four minutes to the route… So then I wouldn’t have to walk fifteen to twenty minutes just to get here everyday”… Responded The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

“Yeah… The price you pay for not having a car I guess”… Replied Michael.

“Tell me about it”… Responded The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

……….

“Well I gotta get to work… Not tryin’ to be late or anything like that”… Said Michael.

“Yeah me too… Got a long day ahead of me”… Replied The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

“It was nice talking to you… Um I didn’t catch your name”… Responded Michael.

Virginia”… Replied The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman… Now known as Virginia.

“Virginia… That’s a beautiful name… You from there”?… Asked Michael.

“No actually I’m from South Carolina… It’s a bit of a long story, but I’m pressed for time”… Answered Virginia.

“Yeah I understand… I guess I’ll see ya around”… Replied Michael.

And Virginia responded by nodding her head, before she and Michael went there separate ways to their respective workplaces…