Dream Story - Part 20

Today I went to my job at Vogue for the first time. I got to give tea to all the hot models. I was supposed to be watching what the top photographer was doing. As you can imagine I had my eyes somewhere completely different. Also the models were topless! They were men for a deodorant ad.
Roger went for three interviews at three different newspaper houses today. He was only trying to get a serving tea job but unfortunately he did not get any of them.
"Is it the way I dress?" he asked.
"No!" I told him, "Maybe they went for someone with more experience!" I waved my hands out to stick horizontally out from either side of my body with my elbows against my hips.
"How much experience do you need to serve tea?!" he jumped up in the air in outrage.
"Alright, alright! Calm down. Did you see any other candidates?"
"No," he flumped, "They all came in after me," he fell onto the seat in the waiting room at our new dentist.
I opened a magazine that I thought was about naturalists but turned out to be about naturists.
My eyes nearly popped out of my sockets at the photo I saw when I opened the pages, "There was only leaves on the cover!"
Rog peeked round the page, "Ha ha ha! That's the first thing that's cheered me up all day! Thank you Minny!" he curled his arm round me and shook me while jollily laughing.
Freddy came to see me today. He had heard I was in town. I do not know who from because I have not been hear very long. It must have been someone at work.
I looked up at him, "So, how have you been getting on?" we were outside my flat on the pavement, I crossed my legs over and had my hands in my pockets.
I had let Freddy cut my fringe and it was actually pretty good! He had done a sort of feathery fringe. I had grown out my pob and my hair was now shoulder-strength and sort of shaggy.
My Chocolate brown hair dye was coming out and now looked like half of my hair had been dip-dyed at the ends.
"I got a job in a hair salon sweeping hair. Not very interesting but it will get me started. This girl who is the bottom of the line hairdresser if you like has been giving me styling tips," he looked down and then up at me in that gorgeous way he does that I can not ignore.
"Oh good! Wait - what girl?!"
"Oh, you are actually jealous, aren't you?!" he poked me.
"Oi! I am not!" I poked him back.
We both giggled, "She couldn't possibly any way!"
"Why not! Some people do actually still find you attractive you know!"
"Why thank you!" he bowed in a silly manner, "So you don't any more, do you not? Well, obviously she doesn't because she is gay!"
"Is that what she told you!" I folded my arms and looked sideways at him.
He gave me that delectable look and elbowed, I smiled and nudged him back, "Yes and I believe her!"
"She just said that to get you off your guard so you are relaxed and don't notice her subtle signs of wooing you!"
"Wow! Where did you get that from then? The Exs Who Don't Have A Life Anonymous group?!" his eyes went wild.
"Don't look at me like that!" I scowled.
"Ooh! You make me burn!" he shuddered and did this weird hissy snake thing.
"You weirdo!" I held my arm and backed away from him.

It was that policeman again, "Back away miss. Get over here now!"
"What?" I said to him and got behind him like he ushered with his hands.
He held his gun up and pointed it at Freddy, "Put your hands up!" he shouted.
Freddy raised his hands in horror and backed against the wall.
The policeman strutted over and searched him for a weapon, he must have felt manly after 'rescuing' me from Freddy.
Eventually we sorted it out down at the station. they un-handcuffed Freddy.
"Thank you for saving my bacon, you are my hero."
His big, sweet eyes stared at me like a puppy-dog, "Oh! Don't do that! I'll have to take you home!"
"Oh please do!" his eyes seemed to get wider and cuter.