because he did what he always do, licked his top lip. “Well for starters you can put down that pen.” I did as I was told. The deepness of his voice made me wet between my thighs. He got up and positioned himself behind me. He leaned in close to my neck and said, “Just relax. Come on you know you want to.” After he said that I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. After I exhaled I felt his hands making their way to my breast. It felt so right I didn’t bother stopping him. He began kissing my neck as I stood up while turning around. He grabbed my waist and laid me across the table. As I am reaching for his dick, he was hiking my left leg up. As we are kissing I was thinking to myself, “Damn we are getting it in!” I can’t believe I am cheating on my husband right now. I never thought that I would be stepping outside my marriage. I knew this was wrong and that we needed to stop. But that doesn’t mean I was going to. Now he’s running …show more content…
his hand up my thigh and I am rubbing his penis like no tomorrow. Then suddenly out of nowhere he stopped. With so much compassion he asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” Without any hesitation I answered yes. I got up from the table and walked to the door to lock it just in case. As soon as I went to lock it, a knock came from the other side of the door. I immediately panic. We both fixed our clothes to the best of our abilities and answered yes. “Mrs. Richardson, your husband is on line one! Should I tell him you’re busy?” My assistant asked on the other side screaming through the door. I slightly opened the door and said, “Why didn’t you beep me first?” “I did, you didn’t answer.” I didn’t know what to do so I just told her to tell him I was in a meeting. I closed the door and finished gathering myself. I turned and faced Vaughn while saying, “This was a mistake. I think it’s time for you to leave!” He finished buttoning his shirt and said, “I understand. You know where to find me!” Then he walked out of my office. Sighing in relief, I picked up the papers that were scattered all over the floor. I sat at my desk and popped two Advil’s and sipped some water. I gathered all my thoughts and called Bryan back. “What is it?” I asked in a low voice. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to grab a bit to eat.” Totally flustered I declined his offer and told him I would see him at home. I didn’t have the guts to face him after what I just done. So I just went about my day as usual. Chapter Seven Late night visits I decided to cook dinner for the first time since we got back from Jamaica. I felt terrible about what happened at work. I don’t know what got over me. I figured the score was even between us, so it was time to forgive him. I wanted to do something nice for Bryan. I went to the grocery store to get the ingredients I would need. It’s going on six and Bryan should be on his way home from work. Tonight would be the first night in a week since I have talked to, cooked for or did anything romantic. As I slaved over a hot stove, I finally heard the front door close. I glanced towards the door and saw Bryan walking towards the dining room. I gave him an idealistic hug as he said, “So you are talking to me now?” “Yea, for now!” I chuckled. “Why don’t you get freshened up for dinner?” I suggested with a smile on my face. Bryan looked shocked as he said, “You cooked dinner; it must be raining cats and dogs outside!” “Shut up and get freshened up!” Once Bryan went upstairs I went back to the kitchen and continued cooking. Ten minutes later I served Bryan a plate full with fried chicken, string beans, mash potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, macaroni n cheese, and tossed salad on the side. While we ate I simply expressed how I want both of us to be able to trust one another. He agreed and said he understood, but there was something wrong about him. He just wasn’t himself at the table. I asked him how he liked his food. And of course he has something negative to say. He wrinkled his nose as he said, “The chicken is too crispy, the string beans are way too salty, and the macaroni doesn’t have enough cheese in it!” No he didn’t! The nerve of him to criticize me after the shit he pulled in Jamaica! I wrinkled my nose as well and said, “Excuse you! How dare you talk shit after I cooked this meal for you! Your ass doesn’t deserve it. I was trying to be nice and let bygones be bygones and squash it. So since you want to talk all out the side of your neck, you betta rotate those cushions cause it looks like you ain’t never getting off the couch!” I said with an attitude while rolling my neck. The next day at work all I could do was think about Vaughn. Bryan pissed me off something serious last night. I want to see Vaughn but I don’t know how to go about it. So I did the most obvious thing, which was to call him with the intensions of business. “Thank you for calling Vaughn’s Hair Salon and Day Spa in West Columbia how may I help you?” “Yes may I speak to Vaughn Sanders please?” “One moment please.” Three minutes later I heard, “This is Vaughn.” “Hello Mr. Sanders!” I said in a playful voice. “Mrs. Richardson, what do I owe this call for?” “Well I was just wondering how your business was doing in sales and marketing.” I said following a brief pause. “Come on Mrs. Richardson, me and you both know that’s not the reason you called!” “Okay fine, I just can’t get you out of my mind!” “I tend to have that effect on women!” He joked. “Well I’ll tell you what; if you’re not busy I would be honored to take you out for dinner!” I didn’t want to seem too desperate so I said, “Let me check my schedule and I’ll get back with you!” Laughing out loud he replied, “Whatever you say!” It’s now the next day and I decided to take Vaughn up on his offer. “Thank you for calling Vaughn’s Hair Salon and Day Spa in West Columbia how may I help you?” “May I speak to Mr. Sanders please?” “I’m sorry he’s not here at the moment, may I take a message?” “Yes, can you tell him to call Tara from Financial Foundations?” “I will relay the message, have a good day!” Later on that day he called me back. After talking for a brief second he told me to meet him at Red Lobster at seven sharp. I agreed and we simultaneously ended the called. The rest of the day I was anxious. I hardly worked. I was too busy wondering what I was going to wear and shit like that. But most importantly I had to think of what I was going to tell Bryan. It’s now five and it’s time for me to clock out. Without saying a word to anyone I rushed to the parking garage. I swerved out in my all white BMW 745 towards home, hoping Bryan isn’t there. I was thankful when I pulled in the driveway not seeing Bryan’s car. I turned the key and rushed upstairs. I went straight to my closet, clueless on what to wear. I wanted to keep it casual but sexy too. After ten minutes I picked out my black off the shoulder mini dress with a v line going down the back, with my gold BeBe thong stiletto sandals. I touched up my makeup and brushed my hair. I sprayed a dab of Beyonce Pulse on my neck and made my way down stairs. As soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs Bryan walked through the door. Damn, I wanted to already be gone by the time he got home. He walked through the door while looking confused. I put my acting skills to work as I said, “Hi baby!” Not even acknowledging me, he simple said, “Where you going?” Thinking fast on my feet, I quickly said, “I’m going to have a couple of drinks with Carmon!” Twenty minutes later I arrived at Red Lobster.
I walked through the front door and Vaughn was sitting by the lobster tank. I walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled. He looked at his watch then said, “Wow, you’re on time!” I chuckled generously at his joke as we were shown to our seats. The chemistry between us started off kind of slow. The server approached the table and asked us what we were having. I order scampi shrimp with dirty rice, followed with a long island ice tea. Vaughn ordered fish and a glass of water. When he ordered water that brought up concerns. “I see you’re drinking water. Is it safe for me to say that you don’t drink?” I asked with one eye braw higher than the other. “Yes that is correct. Is there something wrong with me not drinking?” “Not at all, I actually think it’s sexy when a man doesn’t drink!” “Why is
that?” “Because it just is, there’s something about a man that takes responsibility and control that turns me on!” I responded laughing out loud. He didn’t respond to my answer, he just smirked. During dinner we talked about everything. I was having a blast until he started asking me questions about my husband. I tried to avoid them but he kept repeating himself, making it obvious that he wanted to know. So I gave him what he wanted and answered all his questions about my marriage. After our delightful conversation, we decreased the talking and focused on eating. Fifteen minutes has passed and I was finally finished with my meal. We sat around for a bit to let our food digest. The server returned to the table with the bill. He respectfully gave it to Vaughn. He handed the server his credit card as the server walked off. While we were waiting for the server to return Vaughn asked me a very serious question. “When we first started doing business together, you made it very clear that our relationship was business only. Why the sudden change?” That was a tough one. There are so many thoughts running through my mind. How do I explain to him what is going on in my marriage. “Well, let’s just say I like your persistence.” The server returned to the table with Vaughn’s card. Vaughn left a ten dollar tip and escorted me to my car. I unlocked my door and got in. He closed my door and leaned forward into the window. “Thank you for having dinner with me.” He said as he licked his lips. “It was my pleasure.” I responded with the biggest smile on my face. Vaughn walked towards his car and I was impressed when he got in a
I thought it would be a good idea to revisit the training styles of my first interview with general manager Terrel from West Virginia 's Red Lobster. We began the interview with the recap of our first interview, which mainly focused on the training and development of future managers of Red Lobster restaurants. For this interview, I wanted to focus on the entire training process from a new employee to the general manager position.
Jan de Heem painting, “Still Life with Lobster” is an oil painting with a bright red lobster that catches the viewer gaze into this beautiful dinner from the late 1640s.The color scheme used in this painting is analogous since it uses relatively close hues. In the painting, the lobster is on a silver platter but it has been left untouched. Surrounding the focal point of the painting is luxurious fruits including grapes, cherries, peaches, berries, oranges, and a half peeled lemon. To the left of the lobster is an overturned silver goblet. This particular style of painting is known as a vanitas form of painting. The artist is using a luxurious left over meal to show even the most expensive desires of the world doesn’t last for eternity. The
When do natural products become a delicacy? They become a delicacy when they become harder to find in their natural setting. This is what happened to the lobster and how the demands of the consumers changed. During Colonial times, the status of lobster was much different than today. It was once considered a poor man’s food. Now, it is considered a delicacy and found in many fancy dishes and at most higher priced restaurants. Today, lobster prices are high. If you want to eat a good lobster, you have to pay a decent price for it. The change in status of lobster occurred when the supply of lobster started to become depleted. As the sources of lobster were being depleted the demand increased in wealthier markets. This occurred because wealthier people could afford the higher prices created by a shrinking supply. The supply of the lobster population is what influenced the changing demands of the consumers.
"Consider the Lobster" an issue of Gourmet magazine, this reviews the 2003 Maine Lobster Festival. The essay is concerned with the ethics of boiling a creature alive in order to enhance the consumer's pleasure. The author David Foster Wallace of "Consider the Lobster” was an award-winning American novelist. Wallace wrote "Consider the Lobster” but not for the intended audience of gourmet readers .The purpose of the article to informal reader of the good thing Maine Lobster Festival had to offer. However, he turn it into question moral aspects of boiling lobsters.
I really value health that I wouldn't mind spending a lot of money on it especially when it comes to food. I'm a health buff but I am not trying to be a Vegan but reading Consider the Lobster by David Foster Wallace makes me curious in some way. Suppose that animal does feel the pain and suffers like human being? Boiling lobster to be specific, when you're about to cook them, do they somehow suffer, feel the pain, or have this emotions? because they struggle a lot in a pot when cooking it and make unnecessary noises. Based on this research, it is proven that animals have emotions.
Once upon a time, there was a lonely lobster. His name was Claude. Claude liked to talk about everything and anything. The other lobster’s in his school didn't like that he talked so much, and they ignored him. Even his parents disowned him. They were sick of hearing him talk. Claude became sadder and sadder every day, all he wanted was a friend that he could talk and play with. Now that Claude was getting older he knew he needed to find a friend or he could be lonely all his life.
Wallace then goes on to point to the evidence that lobsters exhibit pain behavior; therefore, showing that lobsters experience suffering. In particular, Wallace illustrates the behavior that lobsters display during the age old cooking method of boiling. Asserting that even the most “stuporous” lobster “tends to come alarmingly to live when placed in boiling water” (467-2). Wallace compares the physical resistance that lobsters show when being put into a boiling pot, to the same actions a human would take to avoid a painful experience: “[T]he lobster will sometimes try to cling to the container’s sides or even to hook it’s claws over the metal rim like a person trying to keep from going over the edge of a roof” (469-2). Wallace emphasizes
Plato's allegory of the cave depicted people that are chained to a bench facing the wall watching the shadow reflected from the fire behind them. They are unable to escape the cave to venture outside to bask in the sun. These people spent their whole lives watching the shadows, believing that the shadow is the truth and only truth. One day, a person managed to escape the chain and ventured outside the cave. He experienced new and enlighten views and ideas about the world. He then returned to the cave to spread the knowledge he gained, but his peers rejected him and refused to listen. They are resistant to all changes or different point of views that are introduced to them. In “Consider the Lobster”, David Foster Wallace poses the morality questions of, it is right to eat lobsters? What allow the people who eats lobster to forget about the whole moral issue? Finally, what conflicting views regarding animal consumption are represented.
Lobster has become a great delicacy for all occasions. Resembling most other people, I absolutely love lobster! While it is available to me all year round, it is served in so many ways you can’t even imagine. From the many chain restaurants to the high and prestigious diners, it is the flawless food. Not only is lobster appealing and scrumptious, it is also one of the best sources for a low-calorie protein. Broiling a fine lobster until it sprays, fizzles and crusts up in all the right places make it just so delightful that it melts you right in your seat. Grilling a beautiful salmon and noticing the skin becoming so crisp on the grill, while the core slowly turns tender underneath is beautiful, too. Furthermore, many of the troubles in the world can practically be conserved through just a couple flavor-stuffed shrimps, saturated with warm butter.
The great Sir Paul McCartney once said, “If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian” (Richards). One person who would agree is David Foster Wallace. In one of his articles, named “Consider the Lobster”, he takes the reader to a Maine Lobster festival. The lobster festival is held during July in the hub on Maine’s lobster industry. An ungodly amount of lobster is cooked, some 25,000 pounds’ worth. While he is there he reports that the lobsters are boiled alive, which is the most common way to prepare lobster, and reminds the audience that, unlike the Lobster Festival programs says, lobsters can feel the pain they endure. In the end of the article, Wallace questions why people even eat the lobster meat
Reflecting on Elaine Scarry’s “On Beauty and Being Just” influences the reader’s decision on the morality of cooking lobsters presented by David Wallace in “Consider the Lobster.” Wallace makes the reader consider something he or she may not have ever pondered before—the justice in the preparation of the meal (a lobster) on the table. Is it morally just to “torture” a lobster by boiling it alive or any other method of cooking it? Scarry defines the relationship between beauty and justice—they can either be equally present or if one is absent, the present one will be emphasized to bring about the presence of the other. This relationship provides the reader with a foundation of moral justice that
What is this story about? This classic story is about a twelve year old boy by the name of Samuel “Skiff” Beaman Jr. who has a really big problem. Since his mother passed away, his father has sunk into depression with his backsides attached to his couch and his eyes gazed at the television. Skiff’s pride and joy and his family boat Mary Rose has sunk too. He needs a whole heap of money to fix up his family’s fishing boat. Skiff Jr. tries his best each day to get his father out of his couch and to move on, but the conversation between the boy and his father ends every time
This paper would be discussing the way that the Red Lobster business is ran and some of different aspects that need to be considered when running a restaurant. I would be discussing the front and back of the house, what type of establishment it is and a lot of other important details
Since it was my first day on the job I arrived promptly at four o'clock that evening. I was very nervous about making new friends. At least I would be the first one out that night. To my surprise, the other two servers working the floor that night, Patrick and Lindsay, were very pleasant and talkative. They immediately informed me that "Beef Jerky Time" was the code for "let's party" and that it would begin at 10:30 that evening. "Great!" I replied with what must have been the most frightened look upon my face. Drink on the job?
picked up a pen and began to write. “ How could they do this to me?