Her rich auburn hair was perfectly coiffed; she looked more like a Life magazine model than my new boss."Think of them as a symbol, like my renaming y...u Mary. It helps me to manage you and it helps you to be managed by me."The interview from the week before flashed back in my mind as I reached to open the box with shaking hands."Do you have any problem working for a woman?" she'd asked, examining me with an openness that I'd found a little disconcerting, "do you think that your gender makes you. I haven’t cum that much in years.”“Next time I’ll use your dildo while I’m eating you that should get you off even more.”“How about tomorrow? He is going to OTB in the morning!”“I have to be at work but there is always lunch hour.”“It’s a date I’ll be here and ready when you get here. How long do you have for lunch?”“I can take pretty much as long a lunch as I want. Nobody knows when I’m out selling or eating pussy!”“Your not a traveling salesman are you? That would be a cliché!”“No sales are. I took an extra dab of yeast. The food made me helplessly drowsy. It was sultry in Martha's place. I took off all my clothes and plopped onto the bed and slept for almost three hours, dead as stone.In the late afternoon I awoke and took a shower and dressed. Settling onto the sofa with my New York Times, I awaited Martha.She returned late, around five-forty-five, looking cheerless and enervated in the brown two piece suit in which she had been so fresh and pretty a few hours before. I opened. After sex the second time (twice!!), they were laying in bed together, just talking - something they used to do all the time, but which recently had gotten rarer and rarer."Ted?" She asked, her voice quavering a little."Yes?" I'll need your 'help' more often." Sure, whatever you'd like." I mean, I've been told ... ah ... I mean, I want your help," she emphasized the word, "no less than twice a day." Sure sweetie, anything you need," Ted, clueless, was still coming down from his orgasmic high.