Close to the Marx

Entry 2

Daily Log

Entry 2

17 Krishna

So this thing started beeping on me so I had to figure out what the hell was the matter with it. Took me a bit and realized it was beeping because I had to skip to the next track for it to be able to record properly.

So anyways where was I?

Oh right the i***t of Vinnie. So I bid him farewell and I got up and walked towards the dorky girl who nervously looked at me.

“Ms. Fuscia will see you now,” she said barely audibly.

I only nodded because I didn’t want to scare the girl more than she already was.

I wondered what she was doing here, maybe she was related to Heather, somehow, I thought at the moment. I walked in and saw her bolt towards her office that seemed to be next door and close the door and locked it as if she was terrified, I was going to go into the room.

“Cute kid but she seems a bit on edge,” I said.

“Yeah that’s Michelle for you,” Heather said looking up from the personnel file she had of me on her desk. “She’s my cousin, I’ve been trying to get her out of her shell, she is not like Rae her sister, Rae is more of an open book.”

Heather got up and extended her hand.

“I am Warrant Office…” oh yeah, she did say that didn’t she? “Heather Fuscia.”

“Marxus Browne,” I said shaking her hand.

“I have to hand it Mr. Browne, I never would have thought to meet the son of the Legendary Albrecht Browne.” Heather said as she sat down. Looking back at this I realized she was wearing a skirt I saw her tuck it under her as she sat down. I sat down in front of her and looked at the door with that Michelle girl.

Michelle was looking at the computer in front of her nervously biting at her nails. She then must have realized I was looking at her and she jumped off her desk and ran to the window and closed the blind. I looked at Heather who just shook her head nervously.

“Girl’s a bit afraid of men it seems,” I said.

“I don’t know what the deal is with that,” Heather shook her head. Then reviewed my file. “Expert in hand to hand combat, expert in tactical knife fighting, expert in advance infiltration and sabotage, expert in stealth, expert in tactical close quarter combat, expert in advance military intelligence, capable of diverting missile defenses…”

“Did my dad rat me out on the last one?” I asked c*****g my eyebrow.

“He wrote your personnel folder,” Heather said holding up the folder showing my old man’s signature at the bottom.

“Son of a b***h,” I smacked my lips.

“Anyways, by the time everything is all said and done you might end up being a commission of at least a Captain.” Heather said as she placed my folder down again.

“You mean it could be higher?” I asked.

“Right,” Heather nodded. “I don’t have the ability to determine that, I’ll have to ask my CO, about it once the interview is done.”

“Well that’s exciting,” I said.

“I don’t think there is much else to say for now,” Heather said, and she got up and extended her hand. I got up too and shook it. I walked out of the room.

I looked across the room and saw Vinnie looking like he had ran a marathon. I looked at him confused for a moment. He was looking up at the ceiling and I noticed his zipper was undone. Realizing he was next in the interview I had to tell him.

“Vinnie your fly is open,” I said.

He jumped as if being startled and looked at his pants and zipped it.

I wondered what the hell was that about but had to use the john so I walked into the nearby bathroom. I flipped the switch. Which I regretted instantly. There was white stuff all over the place. Dripping from the toilet seat, dripping on the walls, dripping on the damn sink!

“What in the hell?!” I said. “Vinnie!”

It did not take me long to put two and two together. Mother fucker had jacked off in the bathroom! I couldn’t believe that s**t!

“What…oh…” Vinnie had walked over to where I was standing.

“What the f**k Vinnie, you couldn’t do that in the privacy of your own home?!” I asked.

“Did you see her legs Marx? Or her ass for that ” Vinnie said whispering loudly. “There is no way that I could have gone in there and survive without blowing my load at least once.”

“Vincent Gould,” the scaredy shy girl said.

I pushed Vinnie into the bathroom before she could see the mess.

“Clean it up,” I whispered as I closed the door.

“Vinnie had to use the bathroom,” I said quickly before the shy girl could see.

“Oh,” the shy girl said turning redder than a Thubian Tomato and looked down at her clipboard. “Can you tell him to hurry up?”

She managed to blurt out extremely fast before she ran back into the office.

“Will do…” I said.

So, there you have it. I met two weirdos. One was an extremely shy girl that seems to experience pain just by talking to people. The other was a horn dog that could not wait long enough to get home before jacking off. i***t Vinnie, I swear that is going to get him in trouble someday.

I think that this is all that I am going to say for today. Man, this was a long ass entry, but it had to be said. I still don’t know how I am going to do this. Like a daily log? Hell, I don’t know right now. I know I will probably at least do tomorrow since I have to see what sort of position I will be given. The stupid thing is starting to beep on me again. So for now this is Marxus Browne, signing off.