Rank Has Its Privileges

I was part of a team sent to build and establish a remote support camp in the Algerian desert. The land was worthless, everything else priceless. We opened a small liaison office in Algiers, staffed with a Business Development type and a bilingual secretary. Lorraine.

As the ranking member on the project I was 'Chef' and she was my secretary. Rank of the boss rank of the subordinate personal assistant. I spent two or three weeks at a time in the field and the rest of the time in Algiers. While absent from the office. Lorraine was queen of the roost.

I was at the small apartment in Algiers when Lorraine knocked on the door. She was there to make sure I had everything I needed. I thanked her, she answered that it must be hard for a man. Again, how could she helped me.

Lorraine was quite familiar around a man. She drained me, until I slept through the night. The next day I had to remind her that I was married. Not a problem she wasn't jealous, she would be my wife while I was in Algiers.

As to the other expats they were on their own. Lorraine focused all her attention on me. Both in the office, and after office hours her attention was on me. For the two years the project lasted Lorraine was my 'right hand ' man, woman in this case. The French have a zest for sex, for the pure pleasure of it. And by the time I returned to the home office, I was totally mesmerized by her.

Sometimes at night my wife says I toss and turn asking for Lorraine. I don't blame myself, I'm quite all right with what went on.