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I remember this story from many years ago. It is very good, not practical,
but never mind.
Brian
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> A Small Bonus
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> I had been retained through a consulting firm to advise a small, but
>
> very lucrative, corporation through a complicated problem. The
> complications
>
> could have cost this business well into the multi-million dollar range
>
> had I not sucseeded in the endeavor. After some long hours of hard work
>
> I was ultimately able to accomplish our goal. The owner of this little
>
> company, (I'll use fictitious names in this narrative for modesty's sake
>
> as well as clarity) Joan Sumpter, was certainly a unique individual. She
>
> and I spent a great deal of time together over the months of my
> employment.
>
> Working virtually hand in hand, we had gotten to know each other rather
> well.
> For all intents and purposes She appeared to be a brash, impetus woman to
>
> most people. However, as she and I got to know each other over time, most
>
> of this turned out to be a facade. In her business persona, she may have
>
> seemed like a bit like a shark to some, but outside that arena I found her
>
> to be a charming, intelligent woman.
>
> Due to the pressure that was on both of us, there were many times our
>
> work sessions would digress into a montage of repartee that often could
>
> become downright obscene. Kinky talk, innuendo, double-entendre and
>
> scurrilous jokes all seemed to help break the tension of our labor. At
>
> first, I figured that she was just coming on to me a bit, merely some
>
> innocent flirtation, because at other times she spoke in glowing terms
>
> about her artist husband of 10 years. A little confusing for me, but I
>
> finally decided that, although there were times she could be overbearing
> to the
> point of being obnoxious, she was a pretty special woman who was
>
> already involved in a loving relationship and really had a lot going for
>
> her. I really came to like her.
>
> Shortly after our deadline was met, She invited me to come to her home
>
> for dinner to celebrate. I took this as a tremendous compliment because
>
> in my dealing with a great many of her associates, I had never met any
>
> who had been invited to her home. It was a bit of a mystery to all her
>
> colleagues, many wondered just what her lifestyle was like outside
>
> work. Or indeed if she even HAD a lifestyle outside of her business. At
>
> the time, I had assumed that her crack about "Leave your inhibitions at
>
> home..." was simply one of her frivolous remarks. When I responded that
>
> I didn't have any inhibitions, she merely smirked over her shoulder at
>
> me. "We'll see..." she said. It turned out to be quite a test...
>
> I used the big brass door knockers on the impressive oak front doors.
>
> After a short pause there was a rustling sound from the other side,
>
> someone fumbling with the knob no doubt. As the door mysteriously
>
> pulled back away from me, a grand foyer was slowly revealed. Surprised
>
> that there was no one to greet me, I was a little unsure of what
>
> etiquette dictated under these circumstances. Deciding that the door
>
> had indeed opened for a reason, I hesitantly stepped inside the stately
>
> home.
>
> I detected a light "clinking" sound as the door began to close behind
>
> me as soon as I had cleared it's path. I hopped back, out of the way. I
>
> couldn't help but think that something was not right here! It took just
>
> a moment before I discovered the cause for my uneasiness. A burning wave
>
> of adrenalin rolled down my spine as it became apparent what was
>
> powering the mysterious door. I tried to take it all in, to be as
>
> observant as my vocation demanded, but my cognition was disjointed and
>
> slow in coming.
>
> A girl. She was small, about 5'4", not much more then 100 pounds. In
>
> her early twenties I surmised. She pushed at the door awkwardly with
>
> her back and bottom, walking backwards. Her hands seemingly held the
>
> door latch which appeared to be pressing into the small of her back.
>
> She didn't even look up at me as she concentrated on carefully shutting
>
> the door. My mind continued to reel as more observations became
>
> apparent. She was blonde, her hair pulled back into a concealed French
>
> braid. I decided she was dressed somewhat distinctively. She wore a
>
> slim beige skirt that just brushed the top of her knees. A dark green
>
> wool sweater with a V-neck snugly hugged her distinctly feminine
>
> features. The outfit seemed to have a uniform-ish quality to it because
>
> a white shirt and a bright red, man's style necktie peeked out from
>
> under the sweater. Some of the smaller details emerged in the seconds
>
> that it took for her to close the door. Her white shirt had the those
> little
> tabs on the collar, buttoned tightly under her tie knot. These
>
> tabs caused her tie to stand out a bit more prominently and made the
>
> collar form fit snugly around her supple neck. A small brass name plate
>
> was pinned to her sweater, on her left breast. I couldn't read it at that
> moment. The door thumped closed.
>
> My mind had tried to deny the obvious, I was sure that it was playing
>
> tricks on me, as it surly had from the second the door ...
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