One day at work I heard Jayne arguing on the phone. Jayne sits in the cubicle next to me. It sounded like she was fighting with her husband. Jayne comes across like she would be the perfect soccer mom. I knew she was in her mid forties, blonde hair and she had an attractive figure as well.
"I suppose you heard that," as she slid over to me in her chair.
I told her not to worry. Her personal life was none of my business. She went back to her cubicle and I thought that was the end of it. Well, it wasn't the end of it. Late Friday afternoon, Jayne asked me to lunch on Saturday. I didn't want to go. I knew this would involve her husband. She pleaded with me and I gave in.
I met her at an eatery not too far from where we work.
"I need some advice Barry," she told me. "What should I do about Tim, my husband?"
I just wanted to run out the door. I didn't want to be giving marriage advice.
"You have two options as I see it. Put up with your husband or get a divorce."
I thought that steam was rolling out of Jayne's ears.
"Divorce? That's easy for you to say. I have invested twenty years of my life with Tim."
"I am divorced Jayne. I do know something about it."
Jayne cooled down and said she was sorry. Would I mind telling her what went wrong. I told her my ex-wife was a spendaholic. Every dollar that came in she had to spend. I said that I wasn't raised that way. We were brought up to put money aside for a rainy day or for retirement. I couldn't get Lena to see it that way. I couldn't make her change so I filed for a divorce.
"That sounds so sad. What became of your ex-wife?"
"The last time I heard she was living with her mother. She should have seen it my way."
Jayne said I had given her much to think about. We finished up and went our separate ways. The next weekend was more of the same. Could I meet Jayne at one of the parking lots near work. I cringed as she pestered me to meet her again. I gave in and said yes. We did meet and Jayne motioned me into her car.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"It's a surprise," she told me.
She drove a few miles and then pulled into a motel parking lot. I was shocked, to say the least. I said we shouldn't be doing this. I don't like getting involved with married women. It always ends badly. Jayne wouldn't take no for an answer. She went to the front desk and got the key. We walked to the room.
Once we got inside Jayne was all over me. She pulled me into her and kissed me hard on the mouth.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you all week long."