This is my third story. I appreciate the comments from the readers, as that gives incentive to write more. Too bad a few have to take cheap shots. I was a technical writer in my day. One commenter said English must be my second language. I am reminded from Psychology 101 that people who snipe at other people do so out of a poor self-image. They get some sort puffing up as they put others down. So, when a commenter or anybody else takes a cheap shot, I just grin and feel sorrow for his/her poor childhood.
"Some Days the Bear Gets You"
My wife, Sarah, came home from work, opened the door with a flourish and proceeded to the kitchen where I was preparing dinner. It's normal for me to prepare dinner as I get home from work an hour before she does. Her aggressive entry, however, was not typical.
"How was your day, Honey?" I asked.
She responded with just a nod. Another anomaly.
"OK, sweetie, what's going on?"
She just looked at me and said "You are not going to like this, but here is the story. I am going to spend the weekend with Ralph Brewster."
I responded with "Well, that's interesting. How do you justify that little earthquake?"
She said he had been after her for a long time and said that unless she did this she would never advance in her job. Brewster was her boss.
My response included "He seems to have some type of complex if he thinks he can use his position to interfere in our marriage. Isn't he a VP?
She said that's right, and he seems to be holding all the cards.
I asked if she went to HR to talk about it.
She said she did not because it would be his word against hers.
"Do you want to do this?"
"No, she said, but I love my job. If you can get by it then I hope it will be a one-time thing and then done."
I said that was not likely, that he would probably photograph it and use that for further dalliances.
She asked what she should do, because she felt helpless.
I suggested she resign immediately.
Her response was that since the economy was in such a poor state, that getting another job would be difficult, if not impossible. We had too many bills to survive with only one income.
Sarah and I, Jim, have been married 15 years, we have three kids. Our relationship has been solid, thus my not going off like a nuclear bomb with her announcement. She is a nice 5' 7", weighing 130. She has that delectable feminine mystique that drives men wild. My first reaction when seeing her was to squirm like a nightcrawler on a hot sidewalk.
I am 6' 4" and 210 pounds. We have been going to the gym regularly and are in excellent physical condition. I concentrate on pumping iron while she uses the resistance equipment.
The results of our regular workouts and other physical activities together such as biking, hiking, swimming, kayaking and jogging has been nothing short of miraculous. I am muscular with over developed biceps, pecs, abs and legs. Sarah, though, is lithe. She is one beautiful woman with nicely defined muscles.
Her legs and rump would send a leg and derrière man to the happy house. Her chest is remarkable, without being obscene. She has a beautiful face and hair. In short, she is nothing short of being a raving beauty and I am extremely proud of her.
Sarah held a degree in management from the University of Texas. She was on her way up the ladder; having good reviews. Her job was as an assistant to the vice-president, one Ralph Brewster.
I also graduated from the University of Texas, holding a master's degree in Forestry Management. I loved working out of doors, spending half my time in one of the dozen or so national forests in Texas. The other half was in the office in which I was affiliated with the National Park Service.
I met Brewster several times, recognizing the snake he was. He did not hide his open interest in the women around him, married or not! This was interesting to me in that his wife was often at the social functions, yet she stood in the background while Brewster strutted his stuff.
But Mrs. Brewster had more control in the relationship than Ralph let on or, for that matter, liked. She held the family fortune, she owned the company in which he was vice-president.
She knew the time was coming for his final step into his own deep doo doo. Her board of directors and upper management were clued in as to what they should do should that occur, they had their marching orders.
Our family spent most of our vacations and many weekends tent camping in the the national forests. Jimmy, Jr. the oldest boy, was becoming quite adept at fly fishing and could handle that fly rod akin to an artist with a brush. Trout cooked on a open fire iare hard to beat.
We have been faithful to each other since our first date so many years ago. We have never been tempted to include anybody else in our love lives as what we have is wonderful. We are compatible in bed, on dance floor, watching a movie or doing any of our activities.
The thought of her spending a weekend with her boss was absolutely out of the question. "How about I have a little chat with your Mr. Brewster to see if he really wants to risk the consequences?" I asked.
