Ugly. Lonely. Depressed.*We'd got chatting in a bar after I'd accidentally trodden on her toe – both drunk but she more drunk than me – and admitt...d towards the end of the evening she'd had a rough time when she had been younger, hinted at abuse.Damaged and vulnerable, I'd concluded as I'd given her my mobile number - my kind of female.I'd met her the next day for a coffee in town and she'd been uglier than I'd recalled: beady little brown eyes too close together set in a pudgy round face with. " I am running a little behind this morning. How was your workout?" Good, I ran 3 miles and did 45 minutes off weights."We continued the small talk for 10-15 minutes as I struggled to bring up the topic I really wanted to talk about. "Mark, I would like to see you again this weekend, I had such a good time Saturday night." I am glad that you feel that way, I had a great time as well," he said. He continued, "How about we get together Friday night, I can get a room at the Courtyard if that is OK. I found myself tapping my pencil on the table. Now that I was alone in my office, my mind finally started creeping back to the events of the morning. I knew that things were strained between me and my boss, but I had no idea that his prejudices ran that deep. It was frightening to think that he had been harboring this hatred of me all this time, just because I had the audacity to be female and good at my job. If Colton hadn't come in when he did.... I shuddered at the thoughts that flashed. My name is Jenna, I am 40, married with 2 kids. I am 5'6" tall and weigh 130lbs. Brown hair in a bob haircut and brown eyes. Good curves where they are needed if I may say so. My main assets would be long legs and larger breast than the natural average. Still attractive but not a knockout, let's not exaggerate. I work as a top exec in a large company and live a rather conservative uptight life. I had always been loyal to my husband until the events I am relating in these stories.I love clothes.