y that much of a prick?
The weeks went by and Withersby or Charley as I liked to call him in my
head, made my work life unbearable. If my shoes were not shined properly,
if my hair was a bit wild, if I walked through the offi my leathers
before or after ging into my work clothes. It was like he had it in for
me. All I could think was that this stuffed shirt had to go, or I would
have to leave.
My anger with Mr. Withersby and his search for perfe left me angry and
on edge. I avoided him like the plague. I know that when Withersby came to
the US from the London office he left his wife and kids ba London.
Maybe that was what crawled up his ass and died, I thought to myself. In
any case I was quickly losing patieh the ight ship that
Withersby was f down my throat.
One Monday m one of my employees, Tony came into the offid sat
down in the chair opposite my desk. Tony was a good-looking guy part
Italian part Latino. He always had a grin on his fad spent way too
much time scratg his crotch. Tony was gay, and he did not care that
anyone knew. I would have liked to have some time with Tony and would go
after him if he wasn' t an employee. I did not need any sexual harassment
charges on my record.
"Jake" Tony started with excitement in his voice. "What?" I replied with
profound curiosity. "I was out this weekend and guess who I saw?" I thought
for a moment but could not think of ahat would bring him so much
excitement. "Dunno, who" I asked. "W-I-T-H-E-R-S-B-Y" he said dragging it
out. "OK" I replied trying to figure what the big deal was. The man was
alone in town and I was sure he did not o spend all his time in the
office or his hotel room. "Jake, he was ing out of The Quest." Shock
sort of hit me square in the face.
The Quest wasn' t a gay only bar but rogressive bar. Lots of gay