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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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