On the way home from work that afternoon, her car died! She had been meaning to take care of that ‘check engine’ light but was going to wait until...the first of the month when she got paid. Unfortunately, the car ran out of patience before that! So fishing her cell phone out of her purse, she called the auto club service number and they sent a tow truck to bring her car to the repair shop. From there she got a cab to take her home. Finally! She was home! Now she had 20 minutes to get ready for. She had graduated with honors. Her husband was happy—because it meant that they could move back home to the dying little town dominated by a feed mill and a lumber mill where most of their high school classmates worked. She had received a couple of lucrative job offers but none in her field back home. He wanted to go back—she wanted to go forward. The divorce has been surprisingly civil. They hadn’t had much in the way of assets and had quickly come to an agreement without animosity. He wanted. And so I left home with father's admonitions still ringing in my ears and the memory of mother's tears, little realising what lay ahead. A couple of weeks after I started the job I struck it lucky. Theresa, a widow in her late forties and the mother of five c***dren all of whom had left home, and she worked in the same department as me. She took a fancy to me. She was a pleasantly plump and full breasted lady, and a few lunches together and then dinner at her place led very quickly to being in. Now, that is not to say, that Toni did not present herself in a feminine way. She did—but it was very professional. Her suits were always impeccable. Her hair was done just so and her makeup was always perfect. The shoes she wore in the office were stylish 2 inch stilettos. Mel loved to watch her walk. She had great legs and a sway to her hips that made him long to touch her. On the days that they had to do site inspections, she was just at home there as well. She wore tailored jeans, cotton.