There are times in my life when I’ve done things that I have not been very proud of. The trouble is I found that most of the time I enjoyed doing whatever it was I did. One of those things was having an affair with another woman. In fact she was an older woman. This began as an acquaintance that began in the office. It was during a Friday workday, the last day of the week. We started the day doing all the things you do in a day. I’m an engineer so my job consists of detailing parts that are required for a certain project. Her name was Millie and job was to check my work. On this occasion she found some discrepancies that made it necessary for us to work overtime to correct. We completed the project and both agreed to meet for a drink afterwards.
The place that we met was a fairly high-class place. My place was more of a beer bar with strippers on the boardwalk. But we met there anyway. Millie was not what you call very good looking. She was the kind of woman you have in most work environments. She was kind of plain looking except for one thing. Millie was about ten years older than I was. But she did have a certain way about herself. She carried herself with class. When she walked by you she had the walk of a model with one foot following the other. That walk made you stop whatever you were doing and stare. When she came into a room she had a kind of presence; she exuded an ambiance of a sexual nature. I was not feeling to bad being with her.
We stayed at that bar for quite a while. I think both of us got a little tipsy because we were touching and laughing. Maybe it was the drinks, but we both were in a jovial mood. She was not married or at least not at the time. I think she may have been married at one time. Now she was just another mature single lady. But let me tell you she still had that certain something.
As the time went by we told each other about our personal lives. She did tell me that she had been married. But her former husband would often hit and abused her. To me, there is no man lower than a man who hits a woman. She was living alone now and was happier now than she had ever been. Living alone no kids, no worries. Just doing whatever she pleased. The only thing she said she had a problem with is that she was sexually frustrated. Me being the kind of guy that I am, half hearted asked if I could help her out. To my surprise she said sure why don’t you take me home. Millie sure as hell couldn’t drive the way she was. So I took her out to my car and started to take her home. As it turned out she did not live very far from the bar maybe a block if that. I guess that is why she chose this place. Her apartment was on the first floor. So I didn’t have to carry her, just help her along.
