Several of the local banks are clients of mine. While the actual hours that a bank is open may leave something to be desired by the bank customers, th... amount of work that is done when the banks are closed by the people that process the transactions overnight and on weekends is huge.I'm on call 24/7 in case there's a computer problem. Fortunately, when I get these emergency calls it's normally a case of operator headspace maladjustment. More often than not I can go in, find the problem and fix. I’d have been in the nuthouse if she had pulled this kind of stunt.“I haven’t been able to ask yet,” I said. “Simon and Angel are both in the cockpit.”“Puts a whole new meaning on that term,” Riley snorted. It felt good to laugh.“Well, keep track of me, and if I call and say ‘where am I?’ just tell me, okay?”“Okay, Dag. Get some sleep.”“Hey, Riley,” I said before she hung up. “Go home. Battlestar Galactica is on tonight.”“Thanks, Dag,” she said. “Love you too.” And then she. She paid the lunch bill and stood. I stood also but as a machine; I felt as if I was in a dream. Just outside the restaurant, she turned to me and wrapped her arms around my body, stood on her toes and kissed me, gently and very passionately. For a second I wondered if I was going to collapse.Her arm linked into mine, we walked to the hotel, which was only three blocks away. For the life of me, I can't remember anything except the feeling of our arms touching and the lingering taste of her. I could paint a picture of an idyllic life where the sun shone and the birds sang but instead I will tell the truth. The point is should I give you all the mundane stuff first, age, sex and location. Well if it helps I will.Hello my name is Tracey, yes I know it’s mundane but it’s my name and I will leave it at that. No I wont change it just to make me sound glamorous. I’m twenty-four and I work as a medical receptionist in a small village somewhere irrelevant in the United Kingdom. There over.