You hear a polite knock on the door . The closet door .

I was having a bad day. That bad day had turned into a horrible night and by the time I got home I wanted to take a shot, smoke a joint and pass the fuck out. I had spent all of the last twenty-four hours *sober*. and that had n't helped the day be any less of a waste. 
 
 The real problem was always women. I had sworn them off, but millions of years of male evolution had kept me going back, like some beduin tribesman to an oasis in the desert. And every-time it felt I got it reprimanded for the pilgrimage. 
 
 Anyway, today had started in a hopeful lie. I had woke up to a wonderful woman name Susan. As I had opened my eyes, her mouth had woken my member. It had been a damned site better than a buzzing alarm clock. But... but then I got a call to go into work, by another women. My boss Judy. 
 
 I woefully left the naked Susan on my bed and climbed into a stiff suit. I pecked her on the mouth before I left. I grabbed a breakfast bar, made a cup of coffee, and then was out the door. It was a Sunday, of course, so no traffic. 
 
 I pulled into work at 9 a.m. and was one of three cars in the parking lot. I walked in, sat at my desk and started to type. Email, report, email, email, report, memo, break, coffee, cigarette, email, email... 
 
 I was still excited about Susan, though. Until she texted. 
 
 *Hey, its been fun, but I'm not feeling us being long term*, she wrote. 
 
 *Then why the fuck did you blow me this morning? *, I asked. 
 
 *Pity mostly*, she shot back. 
 
 I did n't say anything back. Really, it was just one more slight in a sea of slights, so fuck her. I went back to emails. 
 
 It was about noon and the thought of lunch occurred to me. I got up, walked out of my cubicle into the hallway and smacked into a scene that make me feel more that a little terrified. 
 
 Judy, in her usual black dress-suit was standing in front of John, a co-wroker I rarely talked to. It would have been normal but for the shotgun she had pointed at his chest. Not a lot of talking was happening. John was looking a little tiered, but oddly aloof. Judy looked crazed. And I felt like shitting myself. 
 
 NOTE: 
 *I have to go to work, I'm getting to the closet part. Ill be back! * 

