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 Author: J Saunders
Title: Kims New Experiences
Part: 01
Summary: Kim finds her first job boring at first, but soon things pick
up and she can hardly stay away (even if she desperately wants to).
Keywords: mf, blackmail, humil
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Introduction: All good things take time, the action does come.



   Kims New Experiences - Part 1

   I'd never found internet social networks to be very engaging, having
what I now knew to be called "RL" social intercourse, had always been the
norm for me.  Ever since I could remember I'd had an active "real life"
social life, I was not exactly what I would call a socialite at any stage
but certainly up for some fun while also knowing how to enjoy relaxed
quieter times.

   Work had changed a lot of that, or should I say real life had changed a
lot of that.  I now knew that school and college, as the cliché goes at
least up until now for me, were the best days of my life.  I'd started
working six months ago after leaving college and spending six months doing
very little, or taking a break as I'd claimed at the time without realising
how much I would want one after actually working for a while.

   Nowadays social networks were most of my social life, luckily the
company I worked for had not blocked access to them, at least not yet.  The
majority of my friends that worked complained about how their access was
blocked, so I always tried to keep the time I spent on social network sites
down as much as possible while at the office, I didn't want to be the cause
or add to any drive to block them by the powers that be at my company.

   But it was difficult, "the grey believers" as the song lyric goes were
everywhere in the company I now worked for even in the PR department where
I worked.  And PR was meant to be exciting or so I'd thought, it hadn't
been so far for me.

   Today I'd arrived at work on time as usual but could not wait the
customary 30 mins before checking my online profile and had logged straight
in.

   Normally updates on how friend A was feeling about the weekend or friend
B was feeling about the weather or friend C's virtual cow farm was growing,
while not exactly being riveting news, were more entertaining to me then
the drudgery of work but nonetheless entertainment I could savour in my own
good time.  As of recently though a somewhat more interesting line of
social intercourse had sprung up from my online presence, an old flame from
school, Jake, had got in touch out of the blue after years of no contact.
In fact I had not even heard of him from other friends since the end of
school, he had disappeared it seemed after graduating, then out of the blue
I got a friend request from a Jake.  Of course I'd accepted immediately,
that was yesterday, and had replied with a casual "hows it going".  Jake
hadn't replied before I left for the day, perhaps he had gone offline
before seeing my reply I'd mused.  Anyway today on the way to work I'd been
thinking back over the times we had spent together back in school, first as
friends and then dating.  We'd lost touch soon after school ended, I had
gone off to college in another city and he had stayed behind.  The
reminiscing had put me in a great mood by the time I got to the office and
so I was very eager to see what he might have to say and decided to forgo
the normal self imposed restraint of waiting 30 mins before logging in.

   Ignoring all the random "updates" from my other contacts, I scanned the
profile page for new personal message alerts and sure enough I had one and
thankfully it was from Jake and he had written an essay.  He had missed me
it seemed, he tells me how he was sorry that we lost contact all those
years ago.  Asks me what I have been up to and tells me about the various
jobs he's had since leaving school, filled with the usual Jake styled
antidotes.  A good 30 minutes passed without me noticing, I was a bit
shocked when I did finally notice so I sent him a brief reply promising
more later and logged off.  I had to do some work otherwise I'd soon have
none and the lack of income that goes along with that.  Later towards the
end of the day I logged back in and wrote him a message telling him some
bits about my college years and what I've been up to bringing him right up
to date with my returning to my home town and joining the grey believers
six months ago.

   That night I sit at home wishing I had access to the internet at home,
since getting my own place I hadn't bothered to get a land line with the
unnecessary expense of it on my lowly salary, now I wish I had.

   The next day I get to work and am straight back onto my profile after
logging in.  Sure enough there is a new message from Jake.  He sounds
really happy to be back in touch again, says he's also back in our home
town after his colourful work experiences all around the country.  He
suggests we meet up, he's just starting a new job and is travelling to
South Africa for a few weeks on an assignment of some sort but when he gets
back if I'm keen we should arrange to grab a bite or a drink somewhere.  Of
course I'm keen I write back, not wanting to sound too eager though, but I
do concede to myself that I am indeed quite eager, Jake was always a
gentleman.  Since leaving school and my parents protected world I've found
those amongst men are rarer than I had previously thought.

   That night I find I'm quite irritated that Jake is going away straight
after getting back in touch!  It would have been good for me to have met up
with him sooner, not that I am madly pining for a lost love, but the
familiarity of many hours spent together all those years ago and the warmth
of the friendship we had - or so I tell myself.

   We exchange messages over the next few days before he leaves for South
Africa, he says he's likely to be very busy while away and wont have much
time to chat or even get online.  And then he's gone just as suddenly as he
came, and I don't hear anything for the next couple weeks.  I revert back
to reading peoples social networking "news" about them finding the last
match/game/sporting event to be oh so exciting or the last weekend was just
so boring, it rained and so on.
   To be continued.