So she’s friggin’ dancin’ on the piano already, her stilettos capsized next to the piano bench, and I haven’t even had a drink yet, but that doesn’t have the least bearing on the situation, so you can forget that I mentioned that I haven’t had a drink yet, but she IS dancing on the piano already—a slow burning come-and-get-me-if-you-can, bump and grind, and all the guys (and their appropriately behaving suburban Virginian wives) are wondering, man, where did WILSON ever meet a woman like THAT, but I’m pretty sure they won’t believe me when I lie to them again, and say “at church,” cause they know I don’t go.

For the last 6 months, I’ve showed up at the Company picnics and volleyball tournaments, and farewell parties with a variety of mouth-watering blond and brunette bombshells that no sane person would ever think would voluntarily go out with a low-level drone like me. And this one is already dancing on the piano, in what looks like a Happy Birthday Mr. President, Marilyn Monroe strapless, form-fitting cocktail dress that iridescently shimmers like a TV set left on in the back room. And all the guys and their wives are once again wondering, Just how DOES that friggin’ Wilson friggin’ do it? but they’re too afraid or too polite to ask, so I just let them wonder how this balding, middle-aged, pear-bellied nerdroid, with only a level II security clearance manages it.

Who would have ever guessed how much a few of General Patraeus’ e-mails would be worth?

Brad Rose was born and raised in southern California, and lives in Boston. Brad’s poetry and fiction have appeared in: The Baltimore Review, Off the Coast, Third Wednesday, The Potomac, San Pedro River Review, Santa Fe Literary Review, Barely South Review, Right Hand Pointing, Sleet, Boston Literary Magazine, Monkeybicycle, Camroc Press Review, Short, Fast, and Deadly, and other publications. Links to his poetry and fiction can be found at: His chapbook of miniature fiction, Coyotes Circle the Party Store, can be read at Audio recordings of a selection of Brad’s published poetry can be heard here:

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