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NOTICE:  This story contains descriptions of sexual activity that should not
be read by anyone under the age of 18.  A friend of mine suggested that I
write about a little known use of a well-known consumer product used by
women to remove makeup and freshen the skin.  The brand name is changed to
protect the innocent, but it does come in a blue jar.  Our own personal test
indicates that N----a does work.

 Any comments that the gentle reader has should be directed to me at:
allison_george@hotmail.com

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The Marketing Department


- Hey JB do you have a minute?  There’s something I need to run by you.

- Sure Jack, come on in and have a seat.

- Thanks.  I’m wondering if I’m in over my head on this project.  You know
that this is the first time I’ve been a brand manager since I joined the
company.  It’s been a tough climb to this position.  I’ve been stumped
because Klensall is a mature product; it’s been around so long that my
mother used it when she was a teenager.  Hell, for all I know, my
grandmother used it too.  I know the company picked up the product when they
acquired Cosel.  But the acquisition was for the cosmetic line, which was
where the real money was.  All those teenagers buying makeup supposedly worn
by long-legged lanky supermodels.  Give me a break, have you ever seen
anyone’s daughter that looks like those women?

- Yeah, I know.  I’ve got two girls at home both trying to dress and look
like they’re ten years older than they really are.  Marie keeps saying that
maybe we ought to look into picking up a couple of chastity belts, if
someone still make them.

- I’m a little envious that you’ve even got such problems.  Jill and I are
facing some kind of fertility problem.  We’ve been trying our damnedest for
the past two years and we can’t get the sperm and egg to properly hook up.
The docs don’t see anything wrong.  My swimmers are plentiful and active, at
least in a petri dish; and Jill seems to be ovulating normally.  I think it
was her gynecologist that said it could all be stress related.  Well, I can
attest to the fact that both of us are under lots of stress.  But hell, what
are we supposed to do, take a sabbatical?  I mean let’s get real now!

- Well maybe the least you can do is take off for a couple of weeks together
and go somewhere relaxing.  When you get there, fuck like bunnies!

- We’re trying to do just that, but I’ve got to get some kind of marketing
campaign off the ground first.  I’ve been trying to figure how to increase
the visibility of this product.  As you know from the stint that you spent
in the feminine hygiene group, it’s pretty difficult for a man to come up
with new ways to market these things.

- I know what you mean, but the reality is that you’re being tested.  If you
can come through and even increase sales by 5%, you’re looked upon as a
rising star.  It’s management’s throw ’em to the wolves theory.  They think
that if you can boost product sales in an area that you have no familiarity
with and furthermore couldn’t care less about, then you’re a candidate for
senior management.  Hell, Sarah Young started off eight years ago in camping
equipment.  I don’t think she’s ever spent a single night in her entire life
outdoors sleeping in a tent, only the finest percale sheets for her fair
skin!  She logged a 10 percent increase in sales within fifteen months and
now she’s a division VP.

- Hell JB, I know their thinking behind this and I’ve been wracking my brain
to figure out a way to expand the use of this product.  I even went back
into the archives of the division to see how the product was developed and
originally marketed.  Do you know that the formula was originally purchased
from a Cleveland pharmacist back in 1934?  It seems as though the cosmetics
company that we bought a couple of years ago was trying to get into the
patent medicine game.  Well it wasn’t too many years later that the Food and
Drug Administration was given the authority to put all the quack medicine
peddlers out of business.  So the company was left with barrels of this
gooey stuff that they didn’t know what to do with.  Apparently an
enterprising chemist at the company figured out that this combination of
saponified fats and oils, a touch of alkali, and a couple of essential
fragrances might make a good make-up remover.  Well, not only did it work
great but it was a natural fit with their existing product lines and got
them off the hook with the FDA.  It was a pretty profitable item as well.
Seventy percent of that little eight-ounce jar is just water.  The rest of
the ingredients costs about eight cents or so based on bulk purchasing.  You
’ve got some packaging costs, distribution, and of course advertising.  Even
when you figure all that stuff in, we’re making a real good profit on every
jar.  The real issue is expanding sales.  Just because you can make a dollar
per unit, you need to sell a lot of units to make any impact on the company’
s bottom line!

- Jack, I know that feeling all to well.  Two years ago, I was in the
detergent division and talk about competitive.  Not only was I competing
against Lever and P&G, but I was competing against three other brands that
we’re marketing.  I figured the way to move this one was to focus on men who
do laundry.  There are a significant number of men out there that are single
and do wash their own clothes.  I came up with a campaign to target this
demographic group.  The TV ad program ran only on sports events.  Heck, we
even got a former Heisman trophy winner to do a spot for us during the Super
Bowl!  I hit the men’s magazines pretty hard too.  Within the year we had
captured over half of the male under 30 market!  It was a big enough capture
to increase sales 6 percent.  When you consider the size of the market and
the competition, it was a real coup.  I got moved up and out with a nice
bonus for the effort.  What you need to do Jack is find a hook.

- That’s why I’m here JB, I think I‘ve found the hook.  I’m just not sure
how to use it.  Here, take a look at this letter.  It came to my attention
yesterday.  When I first read it I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

- Holy shit Jack!  This is really quite a hook if you use it properly.  I
think you’re going to need a little more assistance on this project.  In
particular, we’ll need a woman on this one…  Janice, call Lucille Moore and
see if she’s free to join us for a meeting.  Yes, I need her right now if
she is available.  Thanks…  Jack, there are some subtleties here that we
need to be careful about.  You know the company is pretty conservative and
it may be that this all falls apart in the end, but hell, let’s give it a
shot.  Hi Luce, thanks for joining us.

- Hi guys, what’s up?

- Well Jack here has a hook on how to increase the market share for
Klensall.  However, as Jack will describe in a moment, this will require
some tact.  Before we get any further into this I want to make it clear that
this conversation and any follow up stays between the three of us.  Is that
O.K. with each of you?

- It’s fine with me JB, go ahead Jack.

- O.K. Luce.  I’ve already gone over some of this with JB.  I received a
letter yesterday from a woman in Milwaukee who has discovered an intriguing
use for Klensall.  It also solves a very interesting sexual problem that has
concerned women for quite some time.  Now I’m not presupposing that this is
one of your problems, but I sure as hell know that it has given me pause on
occasion.  Anyway, this woman writes about the reluctance of her boyfriend,
who apparently doesn’t like to go down on her; she uses a more graphic term
in the letter.  It seems that it isn’t the usual issue that’s common when
this comes up, that she tastes bad or he can’t stand the smell.  No, that’s
not it at all.  What he complains about is that her vaginal effluent, my
term, not her’s, leaves a not unpleasant but noticeable musky odor on his
skin for at least twelve hours.  He’s concerned about his coworkers noticing
the next morning when he shows up for work.  It seems that normal soap and
water doesn’t leave his face clean and fresh smelling.  She’s in limbo, in
terms of sexual pleasure via that route, as he never gets to the oral job
except on Saturday night.  Well as you might expect, this has led to a
number of fights between the two of them.  He expects her to be ready,
willing, and able to catch his tube lube in her mouth any day of the week
but won’t reciprocate.  She writes that she finally had to tell him that it’
s only fair that his expectations should be in line with the reality of the
situation.

- I can’t wait to hear how Klensall brings about domestic tranquillity to
this couple.  The boyfriend sounds just like some guys that I’ve dated.
Ugh, trolls; they should all be disposed of.

- I’m getting to that Luce.  Anyway, she goes on to write that they were at
a Halloween party last month, costumed to the nines.  Apparently the party
had a sexual theme and all of the partygoers had to come dressed
appropriately.  She dressed up as Salome and he as Jack the Ripper.

- Jack the Ripper?

- Don’t know why Luce, maybe the boyfriend was into serial assaults; she
doesn’t say anything beyond that.  Anyway, there was the usual amount of
drinking and flirting going on all evening long.  She does say that he was
turned on by all the cleavage on display that night and by the time they got
back to her place he was ready for anything.  No foreplay or anything, they
headed straight for the bedroom and got right to it.  Well, she was
surprised as heck when, instead of trying to slip the dick in, he went down
on her.

- I guess he was feeling a little guilty about ignoring her needs for so
long.

- You’re probably right on that count Luce.  Well, as you might guess, she’s
so excited by this turn of events that she’s, shall we say, extremely wet.
He really goes to the task at hand and in no time flat she’s getting to
nirvana.  She goes on to say that she has one of the best orgasms that she’s
ever had with him, I guess because of the spontaneity of it all.  She doesn’
t say what other sexual activities took place that night; one can only
guess.  However, and here’s the hook, the letter says that she noted
something peculiar when she went to remove the make up from both their
faces.  He apparently had a bunch of stuff on his face to make him look
demented.  As was her practice, she got the Klensall and did a good job of
getting both their pores clean and crystal clear.  She was so elated by the
evening’s frolic that she leaned over to give him a big wet one on the cheek
when she noticed that her sexual fragrance was gone, no lingering muskiness
on his skin.  Well, you can imagine that she’s about to yell Eureka at the
top of her lungs; no more excuses for not having oral sex on any night of
the week.  She tells him that he smells as fresh as a new born babe as the
result of the Klensall and that he needn’t worry about any after effects of
their love making when he goes to work the next day.

- Get out of here Jack, you’ve got to be kidding me!!

- No I’m not Luce, here’s the letter; you can read it for yourself.  She was
pretty conscientious and repeated the experiment a couple of days later with
the same result.

- Luce, I’m convinced that Jack has an opportunity to expand the use of
Klensall in a rather unusual way.  I called you in here because we need a
woman to help out on the planning.  We also need to see if this woman’s
claim is really true and then figure out how to market it.  We can’t come
out with the crude and obvious, you know, eat your honey – Klensall will
clean up after.  The company won’t stand for that.  Now Jack is willing to
give Klensall a try with Jill.  I don’t know whether you’ve got a beau at
present, but we need to have a woman evaluate this as well.

- JB, I’m in between right now.  However, my girlfriend Joan has a steady
guy.  I can see if she’s interested in helping out on this.

- Approach her carefully Luce.  As I said at the outset, we have really got
to keep a lid on this one.

- Understood JB.  I’ll simply tell her that I heard through the grapevine
that Klensall cleans up more than makeup and that I’m curious whether this
is true or not.  She’s a really good friend and I think that I can trust her
to keep things to herself.

- Sounds good.  Why don’t we plan on meeting back here next first thing next
week to see where things stand.  In the mean time I will ask Bob in legal
for an opinion about whether any claims made about this use will run afoul
of the FDA.  Those damn Washington bureaucrats are taking a hard line on
almost any kind of cosmetic advertising.  I’m pretty sure that this wouldn’t
be any kind of health claim, but I’ll feel much better once legal has a look
see.  Bob’ll keep this all under his hat.  Jack, thanks for bringing this
one to me; Luce, I’ll look forward to hearing what you can find out.

- Thanks guys, this one should be plenty interesting if it pans out.

- You bet Luce, see you next week JB.

* * * * * * * * * * *

- Hello.

- Hi Joanie, I hope I didn’t catch you in the middle of something.

- Oh hi Luce, no sweat, I’m just out of the shower and finishing drying my
hair.  What’s up?

- What’s up!!  Come clean Joanie, how’d it go last night?

- You want all the down and dirty, or just the results?

- Both!  But give me a quick one on the results.

- Well Luce, I think you guys have a hit product on your hands!  Klensall
does the trick.  It eliminated any hint of any after-love scent from his
skin.  I don’t know how this stuff works but I can tell you that you’re
going to have a lot of happy girls when the word gets out.  I was just about
to call Julie when you called.

- Hold on there Joanie, I don’t want you telling anyone about this just yet.
We’re set to meet early next week to discuss the rollout campaign.  You’re
going to have to keep this one under wraps for at least another week.  You
can use it on Jim as much as you need to but mum’s the word to anyone else.
O.K?

- Yeah, sure.

- Now go ahead and tell me what happened!

- Well, we had opera tickets last night, Lucia di Lammermoor; you know the
one that’s set in Scotland and the bride goes berserk at the end of the
opera, killing the bridegroom.  She’s got this wonderful mad scene walking
down the stairs in a bloodstained wedding gown clutching the blood-drenched
dagger in her hand.  Well, when she concludes her aria the house erupts with
applause.  I whispered to Jim that her craziness at that moment is how I
feel when PMS hits.  I think he’ll be a little more sympathetic next go
around, fearing I’ll go after him with a knife.  Anyway, it was an
unbelievable performance, great singing all around.  After the opera was
over we went backstage; it turns out that Jim and the tenor who played
Edgardo went to college together.  So we were able to meet all the singers
and have our pictures taken.  By the time we left the theater it was already
a little after eleven.  It was my weekend to host the sleep over which was a
good thing because Jim lives clear across town and I sure wasn’t in the mood
for a long drive back.

- Doesn’t he live close to me?

- Yeah Luce, he lives in that town house complex, a half mile down Eastway.
Anyway, we got back to my place and turned on the gas burner in the
fireplace.  I’m really glad that I had that installed since it adds such a
romantic touch on these cold winter nights.  We like to cuddle on the couch
in the living room to kind of get our fuses lit for the fireworks that will
come later.  I had already changed into that black satin night set; you know
the one, the long negligee with matching sashed robe.  I really like the way
it sets off my red hair.  Anyway, I was sitting on the couch with a cognac
and Jim joined me; he’d changed into a dressing robe as well.  I didn’t get
but a sip or two of the brandy when he leaned over and kissed me.  It was
one of those ‘thanks for a wonderful evening’ kisses, you know the lips meet
and softly press against one another.  Sometimes I think they’re nicer than
the ‘grind ‘em together and stuff the tongue in your mouth’ kiss.  I told
him that I really enjoyed the opera and especially meeting his friend and
the other singers afterwards.  He had his right arm around me at that moment
and I was snuggled tightly against his chest just under his chin looking at
the dance of the flames in the fireplace.  I told him that I had a special
treat in store for him.

- Joanie, can you hold on a moment?  Someone’s trying to get through on call
waiting.

- Sure thing.

- Thanks, it was just Jack wanting to tell me his experience with Klensall.
I told him I’d call him back.

- Anyway, we’re both sitting there looking at the fire and I’m thinking that
this is really a pretty nice guy that I’m with.  I must confess that the
Klensall test was the furthest thing from my mind, but I had put it out on
the night table so I wouldn’t forget.  I had already slipped my right hand
underneath his robe and was idly stroking his thigh. You know you always
think that guys skin is rough; well, maybe their hands are, but I’ve always
found that their inner thighs are almost as smooth as ours.  I was nice and
comfy, just sitting there exploring the upper reaches of his thighs.  His
legs were slightly spread allowing me access to his balls and cock.  I
reached up a little more to cup his balls and roll them gently in my hand.
I’ve always had this thing for balls; our sex organ is smooth and rounded.
They’ve got this little package containing one half of the life essence and
a lovely rod to deliver it with.  It’s enough to make believe in some kind
of divine creator!  Anyway, his prick began to stiffen noticeably as I kept
rolling the two nuggets together.  Then I took the tip of his cock between
my thumb and forefinger and rubbed the emerging droplet of love oil gently
around it.  Of course this only made him start to ooze even more so I
continued to massage the emission all up and down his cock, bringing it to
full erection.  He started to give me little love kisses on the side of my
neck and started to gently tweak my nipples with his left hand.  Of course
there’s nothing like satin on your skin to heighten the sensation of a man’s
touch.  By this time my hand was thoroughly coated.  I gently squeezed a
drop of joy juice onto my index finger and, after I held it out for him to
see, I sucked on the finger savoring the flavor.  I leaned over and
whispered in his ear that since we had eaten before the opera, I was getting
a little hungry and wanted desert.  However, being the nice hostess that I
am, I wanted him to have his just dessert too.  Well, of course how could
any man turn down an offer like that?  We quickly made our way into the
bedroom, ending up in a tangle of arms and legs on the bed.  Our lips met
and tongues intertwined as each of us tried to suck out the other’s tongue.
This went on for several minutes as hands groped for breasts, cock, balls,
and pussy.  I finally pushed him back on the bed and pulled his hand away
from my ever-wetting love box.  His robe was already half opened from all
the wrestling that had taken place so it wasn’t too hard to undo the sash,
opening his whole body to my kisses.  I gave him one last deep tongue kiss
and moved down his body kiss by kiss until I was staring right at the head
of his swollen cock.  I saw a sheen of light reflecting off of the smooth
fluids that coated his organ.  Of course this only made me more hungry for
his come, so I moved quickly to capture…..

- Sorry Joanie, someone is trying to ring through.  Hold on a sec…  Sorry,
it was Jan, confirming our tennis date for this afternoon.

- Damn it Luce, you’re suffering from a major case of phonus interuptus. Why
don’t you get answer call? At least that way you won’t have to be rude to
all your callers.

- You’re right Joanie, I’ll get this taken care of next week.  Anyway,
continue.

- Well, before your tennis buddy Jan called, I was resting on my elbow
staring at this cock that was shimmering in the light, waiting to be sucked
dry.  I gave it some quick licks exchanging some of my saliva for the sweet
taste of his emissions.  That first taste triggered an overwhelming desire
to get the whole load as fast as possible.  I went down on his prick with a
vengeance; I knew that the quicker I finished him off the faster he would
get to me.  With a quick suck I engulfed the head of his cock.  It must have
been the combination of the light vacuum, tongue swirls and how I massaged
his balls, but in no time flat I had my syrupy dessert.  It never fails with
him, after an oralie he gets energized; most of my former boyfriends would
just nod off.  We swapped places.  He likes to be kneeling at the foot of
the bed with my honey pot slightly elevated so that it’s even with his
mouth.  He didn’t hesitate for a moment, diving right in and licking the
nectar that was coating the quivering nether lips.  It didn’t take long for
him to finish lapping up the juice that had oozed out before he hit my clit
with the end of his tongue.  Oh my God, did this ever start me up the road
to the big O.  He has this thing that he does with his tongue that’s
unbelievable; something that I’ve never had another man do to me.  He gave
the love nub a couple of flicks and then he stuck his tongue deep inside my
love nest and started swirling it around back and forth, in and out, the
same kind of motion you see in a washing machine.

- Oh my God, that sounds heavenly.

- Well I’ll tell you Luce, this one’s a keeper.  The first time he did it I
was tempted to chain him to my bed and throw away the key.  If word of his
talent ever gets out, the women will be lined up around the corner.  Anyway,
it didn’t take me long to get off.  Not only is his tongue going around and
around my juiced up box but he’s gently flicking my nipples with the edge of
his fingernails.  Talk about getting my temperature up to the flash point;
about a minute after he started all of my muscles started to tense up and I
began to feel the involuntary contractions start.  One of these days my
pussy’s going to clench so tight that I doubt he’ll be able to get his
tongue out for at least an hour.  Anyway, I was so juicy from all of the
exertion that his face was slathered with my come.  The perfect test for
Klensall.

- How did you get him to use it?

- Actually it was pretty easy Luce.  The night before I had put a small
amount into one of those generic little make up bottles.  Well, I always
clean my face before going to sleep regardless of whether I’ve had sex or
not!  I guess I’ve been ingrained by all your advertising about the
necessity of keeping the pores clear and clean!  We were both tired and
ready for sleep.  I told him I needed to go get the makeup off and that I
would be right back.  When I returned I told him that I had received a trial
sample of a new men’s face cream and that this is the perfect time to try it
out.  I took a liberal amount of Klensall and gently rubbed into his cheeks,
letting the cream soak into his skin.  I had a nice warm wash cloth with me
and after about a half minute wiped his face clean.  A quick kiss on the
cheek revealed only the slight odor of eucalyptus, certainly none of the
after-odor of sex.  I slipped underneath the covers and nestled up close to
him.  The next thing I know the pale filtered light of the new morning is
fluttering over my eye lids, gently waking me.  He’s still out, his face
snuggled up close to the nape of my neck, his right arm still cupping my
breast as it was when we fell asleep.  I gently removed his arm and propped
myself up and leaned over to get a quick sniff.  No smell other than the
need to brush his teeth!!  Wow, I thought this is going to be a big hit.  So
that’s it in a nutshell Luce, the stuff works!  None of the musky lingering
scent.  I can see it now – ‘an affair that only you and she will remember;
use Klensall, the wife will be no wiser.’

- Joanie, I think you better leave the advertising campaign to the
professionals.  Thanks for being a good sport and giving this a try.  I’ll
give you a call next week after our product meeting and let you know what’s
up.

* * * * * * * * * * *

- Hey Jack, come on in.  Do you want a cup of coffee?

- No thanks JB, I’m fine.  Where’s Luce?

-  She’ll be down in about five minutes; she’s finishing something up for a
presentation later this afternoon.  So tell me, do we have a product to
launch?

- Well, we have the results from a survey of two satisfied customers.
Speaking as one of them, the answer is a definite yes!  Jill told me that
there wasn’t the least bit of scent residue after I used it.  I did what all
good testers should do, I got may face thoroughly coated with juice last
Friday night.  I came home and Jill was wearing her bathrobe and had this
big grin on her face.  I asked her what was up and she replied back, ‘I hope
your cock is!’  It turns out that both her basal temperature and this
hormone test that we’ve been using for the past six months indicated that
she was ovulating that day.  As we headed straight for the bedroom, I could
feel my cock pressing hard against my pants.  I told her that after we were
finished getting the little swimmers inside her and on their journey that I
would go out and pick up dinner.  She already knew about the Klensall
project and was willing to serve as the sample donor.  Well, I almost
tripped over my shoes making it towards the bedroom.  I tell you JB, never
try to walk at the same time you have a stiff rod and you’re trying to take
your taking your clothes off; I don’t care who’s waiting in the next room!
Jill only had to take her robe off and by the time I had finished throwing
off my clothes, she was spread-eagled on the bed with a come hither smile on
her face.  Well, I dove right in.  The excitement of a possible pregnancy
had lubed her up but good.  It wasn’t difficult to get my face fully
saturated with her love oil.  Each swipe of my tongue across her gash
brought forth more oil, and at the same time was inflaming my cock to its
fullest.  I felt that there wasn’t any time to waste; the last thing that I
wanted to do was shoot a huge wad onto the sheets!  As I slid up her body,
she reached down and grasped my prick guiding it straight into her puss with
one smooth motion.  It didn’t take long.  Jill started pushing hard against
me, her arms wrapped around my back, pulling me tightly, trying to squeeze
the sweat from between the touching layers of our skin.  She began to
shudder as I could feel her climax begin.  By this time her pussy was so
slick that each thrust was almost frictionless.  Finally, it was the sweet
swift contractions of her pussy that pulled me over the edge and sucked
every last drop of come from by cock.  Oh, hi Luce…

- Hi guys, sorry I’m late.  I had to get a memo finished and sent off for an
afternoon meeting.  What’s the agenda this morning?

- Luce, Jack was just finishing telling me about his experience with
Klensall.  He was just getting to the climax of the story, right Jack?  Why
don’t you finish telling us how Klensall worked.

- Luce I don’t think that I have to repeat all the clinical details, we’re
all grown ups and know how the love juice ends up on the face.  Anyway, we
were lying there in bed when a pang in my stomach reminded me that I
promised to go pick up dinner.  Jill told me to go get the Klensall and a
warm washcloth from the bathroom, which I dutifully did.  She took a dab out
of the bottle and gently rubbed it into my cheeks and chin.  I noticed an
immediate coolness and mild astringency that felt rather nice.  After about
a minute she placed the warm washcloth over my face and allowed the heat to
sink into all the pores.  She carefully wiped the lingering moisture from my
face and bent over to give me a kiss on the cheek.  She pulled back quickly
and smiled at me with a glimmer in her eye, ‘it worked, there’s no musky
fragrance!’  I gave her a kiss in return and told her that I hoped my
injection of life worked as well.

- Jack, my friend Joanie had the same experience the other night when she
tried it out on her boyfriend.  Not only was the scent gone, but his face
was as soft as the skin of a freshly picked peach.  You need to remember
that she used it on his skin at the end of the day when there was a
significant amount of stubble since he hadn’t shaved since early in the
morning.  Klensall has some kind of softening action as well.  I think we’ve
got a product here, the question is how to market it.

- Jack and Luce, you’ve both gone beyond the call of duty, though in Jack’s
case it was certainly a pleasurable assignment.  I think you’re right, we do
have a product here, but it’s one that’s going to have to be marketed with
care.  As you know, the company markets products in a number of areas that
require special handling.  Our campaign for feminine hygiene products is not
only tastefully done, but also effective in that we’ve got a 30 market share
and we are just a little behind big T.  I did run this past Bob in legal.
He thinks that if we do go to a full press campaign that there shouldn’t be
any problems with the FDA.  We wouldn’t be making any health claims for the
product and that’s the one area they seem to be going after these days.
Unfortunately, we’re not in a position where we can go to the VP and
requests funds for an ad campaign.  I’m afraid that they would, at best,
laugh us out of the room, and, at worst, consign us to the lower depths of
the company from which we would not likely emerge.  However, I thought long
and hard over the weekend about how to get this off track and I’ve got an
idea that I think will work.  We need to hit the women’s and men’s
magazines.  They all have advice columns where they answer questions and
comments from readers.  What we will do is mount a letter writing campaign.
Each letter should be slightly different but addressing the point that the
writer has heard about Klensall from a friend and tried it out and, cutting
to the chase notes that it works.  This will get the public interested and
should result in queries back to you Jack since you’re the brand manager.
Once we’ve got letters in hand, then we go to the seniors and lay out the
campaign.

- JB, I think that sounds great.  Why don’t I get started on identifying the
key men’s magazines?  Luce, are you in this with me?

- Sure thing Jack, I’ll take the ladies.  JB, I got some connections with a
couple of editors from some previous campaigns.  I’ll touch base with them
to see how we can expedite publication.

- That sounds great Luce.  Jack, how about if we meet back here in a couple
of weeks for a progress report?

- Can do JB.  I’ll coordinate with Luce on a time and e-mail you.

- OK, good work both of you.  I think we’re on the way.

- Speaking on behalf of the fairer sex, I think that there are going to be a
lot of happy women out there once this news gets out.





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