Lifted Up And Placed On A Pedestal, A Man And A Woman Love Me

I feel like telling this because it is so full of everything we don't know about. I had a job in the motor pool of a large transportation company. I was the secretary. The company had business in all 50 states as well as internationally. I remember at that time we had over 10 thousand employees. I was a micro person in a macro organization. I took the job, not because of the pay, but because of the benefits as I had aged out of my parents health policies. It was transition job.

One day a man walked in, well dressed, late fifties and asked to speak to Frank, the VP of Logistics and my boss. He said he had just spoken to him and he was expected, no he didn't have an appointment. Frank said to please let him in. He was in the office for a just a minute and he stood up and called out to me 'sweetheart can you do me a favor?' I turned, was he talking to me? I went over. 'I'm parched, could you get me some water, no ice. Please.' Frank looked at me like you better get going. I put water in a paper cup like every one used, then I thought about it and grabbed a glass, wiped it clean and added cool water, no ice. A napkin on a small plate that existed in the lunch room, and took him the water. 'Thank you sweetheart. You know you are very pretty'.

Two weeks later I got called up to the offices of the VP of Personnel. I had to walk across to the tower, and up to 20, and I was let into a conference room. A woman in her late thirties came in and introduced herself as Janet. She said she was going to ask me two questions, and to please be straight with my answers. 'Was I a lesbian'. What? No. What kind of question is that? 'Are you sure?' I asked her why she would ask me that question. 'I don't know, it's a call, you carry yourself like a lesbian'. The second question, 'can you keep your mouth shut?'

I was being called upstairs, to the Personnel department working for her. She is a lesbian and she was clearing the floor in case someone thought that I was being brought to her because I was a lesbian, favoritism. My job was to work on reports for him, the man that had come to see Frank. The CEO. She told me he had impeccable intuition on personnel. And he liked to be surrounded by pretty girls, impeccably dressed. And she could see that he picked his girls well, I was amazingly pretty. Some hair and makeup, the right outfit and I would turn heads, men and women's. I would work exclusively on his information.

I was dressed at Nordstroms. Shoes, handbags, suits, dresses. A woman taught me how to apply makeup. My hair with a hairdresser. Even my car had to change, I was given a company car, that parked in the executive lot. Next to his. I was his new personal secretary, I looked after him. My job was to manage his life, so he could manage the business. He called me sweetheart, he ran his hand over my breast. He ran his hand across my bottom. He knew the most intimate elements of my life. I knew the most intimate elements of his life. I was kissed profusely. He fell in love with me hard. He had sex like a man possessed, he wanted to split me open, he penetrated me deep before finishing in me. When he ejaculated he asked me if his little men were swimming in vain, he didn't want me on birth control. He wanted me married. I was 28 and he was 58. He placed a 3 carat ring on my finger.

I was moved into a house, a real big house, and I had a budget to decorate. Anything, everything, use decorators, designers. This was my house where I would entertain. This was my house where he planned for his children to be raised. I had my office at the tower. A big big office, next to his with a private door. I dealt with public relations, but also he talked to me at night about business issues and he wanted my input. If I liked someone they got promoted, if I didn't they didn't go anywhere. I had to learn to keep my mouth shut and not offer opinions like that. I spent hours with you guessed it, the VP of Personnel, who had been his lover for several years until she realized that she was a lesbian.

One day she asked me what I was going to do that weekend and I told her I was going to Target. I needed to go somewhere normal. She said, if I wanted company she wanted to go with me. In this crazy world she taught me how to make love with him, how to attend to him. It's been twenty years, and she is my best friend, my mentor. She takes care of me. She fell in love with me too. And I fell in love with her.