Another Time, Another Place

What I need is a manager of managers, Ariel thought.

Another detailed search over the internet began.

FOURTEEN

Monday morning after April picked up Virgil’s breakfast plates, she looked around her home and was pleased with her life. Happy that for once she was fulfilled both emotionally and sexually. As she put the plates in the dishwasher, Virgil’s words of not being able to do aerobics came to mind. Her head turned toward the basement steps, she stared at the door’s opening as if it led to someplace evil and headed toward the basement almost afraid to enter it. When she descended the stairs and entered the room, a wave of emotions swarmed her. The right half of the basement contained various pieces of exercise equipment, and on the other end, a jump rope, dumbbells and two huge exercise balls.

“I’ve had sex in this room,” she spoke aloud.

The odd thing was she knew it wasn’t with her husband. She walked over to the giant exercise ball, sat, balanced herself and then rocked back and forth. The simple motion triggered a memory that made her stand and step backward away from the ball. She stared at the huge light-blue circular object and a reflection of her personal trainer’s muscular frame flashed across her eyelids. April’s lover was five feet ten inches, with a huge chest and a small waist with large developed legs. Once, sometimes twice a week, the aerobic session would be replaced by a sexual escapade, and the last time April recalled it happening on the ball. The memory swarmed her like a hive of bees on a honey stealer. She pictured her naked frame sitting on the ball, legs spread apart. She saw herself rocking back and forth with the trainer’s mouth positioned so that his tongue would swipe her jewel on a downward motion. She recalled not being tall enough to bend backward to have her hands and feet touch the floor simultaneously. But, a vivid memory of her balancing her butt on the exercise ball as it was wedged in a corner consumed her. She visualized her legs again spread wide with him deep inside of her warmed her.

April tried to shake the reminiscing session. She kicked the exercise ball away, but what she accomplished was a reminder of the first time she attempted to roll backward on the ball until her shoulder blades rested on the floor. At that time, the exercise ball shot from between her legs, bounced once and hit the trainer in the groin. She remembered once having succeeded. Strawberry jam popped into her mind. Visions of his two fingers spreading the treat onto her lower lips supported the odd thought. She sensed how the chill of the jam had given her goose bumps. She remembered how his warm mouth’s delicate pull on her lips had made her juices flow. She recalled the long amount of time he had spent licking and sucking on every part of her moistened box. He brought on orgasm after orgasm with his well-trained tongue.

April’s recollection of the incident felt almost real. She’d swear her clitoris was throbbing by simply visualizing their sexual moments. She remembered him balancing on the ball and how she carefully sat on his hardened manhood. She faced him with her hands locked behind his neck. She saw herself with her head back screaming with pleasure from the up-and-down bounce on the exercise ball. The bouncing started as a gentle motion in order to perfect the rhythm, but it ended with him literally dropping their weight on the ball to have the spring-back effect plunge his manliness deeper inside her pleasure box. April nearly cried tears of joy the first time he moved her legs from around his waist, placed her ankles respectively on each shoulder and stood. The recollection made her remember she liked occasional roughness because as he stood, he held her hips and pounded his rod hard into her excited moisture. The sound of their bodies violently colliding became a huge turn-on. She remembered always having multiple orgasms while suspended into the air.

April unknowingly started rubbing herself by simply rehashing the sexual encounters she’d had with her trainer. Her fingers touched the wetness of a lake.

Damn, she thought in the midst of the vision.

When a finger began circling her clitoris, her mind jumped back in to the memory like it never left. The one thing she remembered most was that the trainer always went for overkill. As if eating and pounding her hotbox wasn’t enough, many times he would end with her positioned ass up on the ball. The exercise ball provided perfect feedback because it allowed him to grind all of his manhood deep inside her hotbox. She recalled his penis throbbing and ho

w it illuminated her to wits’ end.

“I thought…,” April said aloud. She panted because of her masturbation act. “I’d be able to end our sexcapades, but the things you did to me let me know I was alive.”

Visions of their last time together was as vivid as the moans she made now. She recalled saliva being dropped between her buttocks. The warm natural juices seemed to sizzle between the two mounds of her fiery hot body. He rubbed the wetness around and into her rear door, pulled his moistened hardness from her haven and carefully entered the black hole. The exercise room still carried the echo of her intense passionate cries. She remembered how delicate and slow the trainer’s in-and-out motions were. They consisted of a rhythmic push forward, a pull backward to relieve pressure and then another push forward that was a fraction of an inch further than the last push. She bellowed louder the deeper his tool got into her. She recalled holding her mouth open when she felt his genitals rest against her butt as if the slippery snake had slithered its way out of her mouth.

The long, slow stroke deep into her black hole made her knees tremble. They shook today because of the vivid memory and the two fingers that worked a rapid motion around her private jewel. The best, most intensive climax April recalled was when his hardness reached her clitoris from the rear, through the backdoor. Visions of them making the exercise ball move in small circles as he ground himself as deep as possible to touch the magic pea. A lone hand reached backward, pushed against his hips in an attempt to relieve pressure from her hardening jewel. But the pain of the pleasure principle was too great to ignore and was too pleasing to be denied.

She remembered lowering her hand and taking a series of deep breaths to relax. April’s legs trembled so badly when she came, it was as if she had no control over them at all. The trembling legs helped her body release an orgasm so grand, the creamy substance ran down the ball. But when she felt his manhood throb, expand, and become steel-like before it sprayed hot juices into her rear, she brought God into the equation. She disregarded the rear door and moved against his manliness as if he was entrenched inside her womanhood. She bounced her hips against his exploding tool until he collapsed. She pictured them slowly tumbling sideways to the floor gasping for air when all of his weight fell onto her. The self-induced orgasm she gave herself while she relived a past memory took her to her knees. She supported herself with one hand and made her body jerk recklessly as she continued to tantalize her overly sensitized clitoris. April lay on the floor with her body curled and waited for the sensation to dissipate.

FIFTEEN

Monday morning Ariel stood in front of the bathroom mirror with a great sense of accomplishment. She felt as though something grand had happened, but she didn’t understand why. She shrugged her shoulders, and gave credit to the work she completed last night. She was positive the new approach would please both the client and her superiors. One hour and five minutes later, she stood next to the projector screen in the conference room detailing a new plan.

“The icons in the left column,” Ariel said as she pointed and circled them with an infrared pen. “Represent various types of data you have in your infrastructure. The next column is a listing of devices or databases in your infrastructure that collects data from the varying types of sources on the left. These are managers… managers of data if you will.”

One of the clients’ nods didn’t go unnoticed by Ariel.

“What you don’t have is a mechanism that can pull all of the various sources of information together and paint a sensible picture of your infrastructure. Am I right?” Ariel asked, already knowing the obvious.

“There lies our dilemma,” the lead client commented.

She showed them an example of a failed print queue and the effects it would have on their network. The second example was a collection of trouble tickets and how easily they could be shown in a report. The last example was sales figures extracted from a financial database.

“What you see before you are three separate pieces of information displayed on three different computers. How can a top-level official make an intelligent business decision like this?”

Ariel paused. She wasn’t searching for an answer. The time was to allow the clients to ponder the question.

“You can’t,” she continued. “Not with one quick view. What you need is a manager of managers.”

The solution to the client’s problem was presented in the next slide. The slide showed the three data managers from the previous slide pointing their collected data to a business engine model of the solution software. The business engine was capable of collecting data from all industry standards.

“And this data could then be sorted, filtered, reported and/or displayed in a digital dashboard on one computer screen. All of this information can be accessed through a web portal,” Ariel said confidently.

Ariel detailed to the client the security features of the software. She showed, based on company security policies, users would be able to drill down to more detailed levels of the infrastructure. She performed a brief walkthrough of the Executive, Manager and Operations logons. She smiled when the clients nodded when they were shown the “Executive” level that provided an overall picture of a company’s infrastructure.

“With that,” the client asked, “I can take one quick glance and determine hot issues?”