CHAPTER 1
Twice divorced with continuing strong interest in working and male company, Lillian Smith, who'd once again reverted to her maiden name, made her seventh application for a new job and secured a position as personal assistant to the female operations manager of a courier company.
The two women settled in together fine, both being the same age of fifty-two, and with similar interests except manager Marion had been married to the same man for twenty-seven years and had warned her new recruit she didn't talk about her husband or home life. Lillian had welcomed this job because eighteen of the twenty-one drivers were male and it was company policy not to employ drivers under the age of thirty.
Lillian had asked why was the minimum age for drivers set at thirty rather than say twenty and Marion said older men tended to stay with the company longer and in the company's experience over many years it had been found more mature drivers had far fewer motor accidents in the company's service than younger drivers, especially those in their early twenties. When shown those statistics, she'd set the minimum age although age was never given as a reason for turning down anyone seeking a position as a driver for Southwest Couriers.
"Are any of the drivers likely to be interest in me?" Lillian asked.
"Well I couldn't be sure but it's possible because at least of dozen of them appear to have four interests that are, in no particular order, drinking, eating, sport and chasing after women."
"I should think that order is the correct order."
Marion said, "And I suppose you've had the experience to know that?"
"Yes, two marriages and twenty-one affairs have taught me a thing or two."
Marion swallowed. "How many affairs did you mean to say?"
"Twenty-one. I keep a diary."
"How could you manage to fit all those into your life?"
"Oh I worked at it. It was not a burden, I assure you. When you do something well and enjoy what you are doing time passes and satisfaction manifests itself."
"You mean you enjoy sex?"
"Oooh yes."
Not convinced, Marion looked closely at her assistant, "Are you sure?"
"It's better than doing the washing, going to church or working, I can assure you of that Marion."
"A woman who enjoys sex? You are a remarkable woman Lillian. All the women who've ever talked to me about sex, including my daughters and way back my mother, did nothing but complain about their sex life."
"I suppose if you don't like what you do it's easy not to like what you're doing," Lillian philosophized.
Marion laughed and gave Lillian more work and looked at the departing woman still sporting a reasonable figure -- well there were well-defined shapes -- and who had her long hair dyed in three shades of blonde.
On a Friday morning when exchanging morning greetings, Marion said, "I'd like to take you to lunch today as a gesture of friendship to mark our congenial relationship aged thirty days old today and perhaps to learn something from you. I'll tell you more over lunch if you care to accept my invitation."
"Yes, I do accept you offer Marion and promise to talk about any subject you wish that I'm familiar with."
"Oh I don't think you'll be uninformed or misinformed about the subject I have in mind."
That mystified Lillian. Perhaps Marion wanted to know how Marion could work more efficiently?
But no. Over lunch Marion confided she rarely talked to other people about sex but something Lillian had said had gotten her thinking about its application to sex. "You said if you don't like what you do its easy not to like what you do. Initially I thought it was a silly statement but the more I thought about it the more profound it appeared to be."
"Are you not enjoying sex Marion?"
"I was attempting to avoid referring to having sex with Bruce."
"I didn't name who you were not enjoying sex with. It could be with anyone."
Marion flushed and blurted certainly not with her. She had not had sex with anyone else since the first date with Bruce."
"God Marion, you set the pace in having sex on the first date."
Marion turned crimson. "No, I meant I've not had sex with anyone else in all the time I've been with Bruce since we first dated. We actually didn't have sex until the third night after the wedding and please don't ask me about whether a sex life existed before I met Bruce."
"That's fine. What do you want to know from me Marion?"
"Well first, how many times a month do you prefer having sex?"
"My dream had been twice a night so that's sixty-plus times a month but I must admit rarely achieving that target."
"Oh you poor dear. Please excuse me for asking this and don't answer unless you wish, but when did you last have sex? I recall you saying your divorce came through three months ago."
"Two nights ago."
"What, you've found a guy in this city so soon after your arrival?"
"Yes, well more than one actually. I've been to bed with three of our drivers, um each a on a different occasion of course."
"Ohmigod. Is our workplace that promiscuous?"
"I wouldn't know. I don't pry into what other people do in their own time and you are the only person who has admitted to me as having had sex."
"Well that was obliquely."
"Oooh, I haven't heard of that position."
They laughed.
"Tell me, what do I have to do to enjoy sex? There, I've said it."
"Well the first thing is to love your body. Do you love your body Marion?"
"I suppose so, though I'm not keen about the shape I'm growing into."
"Do you finger your orifices?"
"Ohmigod Lillian, you can't talk to me like that."
"Suck my finger."
"No, take it away. Ohmigod, I can't be seen doing that in a restaurant and anyway how do I know it's clean?"
