Can you handle the power I project

Great meeting this afternoon. They were probably dazzled by my washboard abs and cut pecs. I am the total package. So I'm walking down K street around 3:45 and there are a couple of lovely ladies with a guy I clearly out-class, out-muscle, out-pose. The kind of guy you could tell wanted to be me. To prove my point if give him my Front Double Biceps, Front Lat Spread, Side Triceps combination. I'm in my Carla Behrle leather pants. No shirt. Orange tinted Jean Lafonts to better stalk my prey. I give the better looking one of the two my flex, wink, double-point with the thumb trigger. She swoons. Who wouldn't?

I figured that since my earlier trip to the office was quiet that meant the Tae Bo underground were still licking their wounds. Arriving at the office, I hit the office gym and work out my abs. I practice my posedowns after my shower in front of the mirror. Take it all in -- muscle mass, density, ripped definition, intensity, stamina, endurance, mental focus. I change out of my orange and lilac choli and lehenga that Kareena Kapoor wore in the movie "Jeena Sirf Merre Liye" and into my Carla Behrle leather pants. No shirt. Kareena gave me the outfit after I saved her from an elite force of geriatric pygmy ninja when she was filming "Jeena Sirf Merre Liye" and an intense night of lovemaking.

I am still wondering which one of my sycophants set me up last night for that ambush that nearly became disastrous. Someone at Angles might know. I leave work and head for my local watering hole. I order a Complete Creatine Effervescent Power and scotch and settle down next to Jim. I'm checking out the room and ask him about advice I gave him to improve his techniques concerning man on woman sensuality.

"How'd that sock puppet technique work," I ask.
"No orgasm," says Jim.
"Jim, give this one a try. No lady can resist. Begin simply by lightly caressing her nose with your fingertip. Gradually extend the caresses down to her neck, armpits, breasts, stomach, genitals, and back up again to her nose, slowly creating a circle of energy which encompasses her from nose to yoni."
"Yoni?" says Jim.
"Yoni. You know. The female genitals," I respond, "The tip of the nose is on the meridian which connects to the Root Chakra. Touching it sends energy flowing through that meridian. When you trace the meridian with your fingertips down to the Root Chakra and then up again to her nose, you create a complete circuit of energy which awakens her sexual desires."
So Jim's like, "OK, I don't know what the heck you are talking about, but you are the master of all things dealing with hot, expressive man on woman sensuality. I'll give it a shot."

Jim takes off and I order a shot of Drambuie and Goat Anti-Rat Growth Hormone Polyclonal Antibodies. I drink it. I don't think Jim betrayed me, but who did? I go home.

Drifting off to sleep I continue to wonder who it is that betrayed me and why. I'm not about betrayal. Stealth. Poise. Dignity. Advice. Bricolage. Langue and Parole. That is what I am about. And if you can handle the power I project, drop me a line.