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The Business Executive
John J. Jones
Business executives. I've read the fantasies and have had a few
myself.
But there were more than a few reasons I never imagined it would
happen
to me. I've been married a long time and I'm in my 40's. I've
been at
the company for almost as long as I've been married. I hadn't
cheated on
my wife, probably because my tastes were always higher than my
reality
checks. In other words, women I thought were attractive were
usually
also young and looking for attractive, young, single guys with
bucks (I
don't fit into at least the last three categories). Last, I never
really
made the first move. Fear, I suppose. Maybe I was afraid I
couldn't
handle the kind of attractive young women I was interested in
(maybe I
was afraid I'd get caught?).
So what happened? It was probably a combination of things. My
wife was
about my age and was going through menopause. She wasn't
interested in
going to bed other than to sleep. We fought. No, not the usual
verbal
clashes that we used to have now and then. These were her
tearful as
well as hateful arguments. I left home often to escape. Although
I'm not
much of a drinker, It'd come to having wine or cognac to calm
down. I'd
stay at the office some evenings when I knew it was going to be
a bad
night at home. I think I was going through a "change of life"
at the
same time ("womenopause"?)
Anyway, my secretary was on vacation. Bobs' secretary, Joan, had
doubled
as mine for the week. My secretary was the best I'd had for a long
time,
but she was someone's grandmother. That didn't bother me,
because I
really was more interested in getting my work done and done right.
Bobs'
secretary on the other hand, looked like someone's daughter.
She was
about 20 years old and definitely easy to look at. Too easy,
probably. I
know I had to have been caught doing so, because her desk wasn't
too far
from my office.
Joan had a tendency to wear tight skirts and often short ones.
She had
legs all the way up to "there". She had that shiny, curly blonde
hair
that glows with both youth and proper care. Her dark eyes
sparkled and
she had a fragrance of sensuous perfume. There was something
about her
demure as well. She was sexy, maybe even a bit of a tease, yet
always
respectful in the proper way. But again, I'm just another old
fart in
the office and I was just appreciating the view and attention.
Hell, in
this day and age, if you look cross-eyed at a woman in the work
place,
you're fired and in divorce court before you can pack up the
things in
your desk.
Joan was a good secretary. She took her time and did her job
well. I
just had to give instructions while I was turned around in order to
keep
from staring at her physique. It was almost time to quit and she
was in
my office going over purchase orders with me when my wife
called. Of
course, my wife was in one of her moods and didn't want me
staying any
later. That meant that I definitely wanted to stay later. Joan
started
to get up and I waved for her to have a seat. We had our few words
and I
explained that I still had to finish purchase orders before
morning. A
few more heated words and my wife hung up on me. I still had my
back to
Joan and heaved a big sigh.
"Do you want to continue this tomorrow?" Joan asked. I took another
deep
breath and turned my chair around. "I think so", I said. "I
think I'm
going to go downstairs and get a drink." Joan stood up and
started to
leave. I was so frustrated now, I wasn't looking at her. I was
just
staring at my desk. She stopped just short of the door. "Mr.
Jones," she
started, "if I can say this, drinking doesn't always solve
problems." I
looked up and smiled. "Don't worry," I said. "I don't get drunk,
and if
I don't think I can drive, I come back up to the office and
until I
believe I can drive safely". She turned back into the office
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