It Was At The Star Motel When We First Got Together

I was an external auditor then. The client had a yard out by the port. I went there with a younger coworker to witness inventory counting. We were warned that the could would easily take twelve hours. To that end we rented rooms at the local Star Motel. During the count it was obvious that the superintendent had something going with the clerk. While they counted, and we sampled, I got close to my coworker. Enough that I asked her if she had the opportunity would she go to bed with me.

After the count was done, we had BBQ, and the report finished, we went back to the motel. I asked her if she wanted to come in, no need yo waste a night when she could get laid. She wasn't a stranger to such things but it took a while for her to go with the flow and keep her legs open. It was well after midnight when she went on to her room.

Either she left the firm or I did, affairs amongst auditors is a bad thing. As it turned out I was the first to get a job. No longer working together we had nothing in common, and the affair withered away until it was done. I asked her to fly to London with me, to make it work again. I had work, she would take the days off. It was more or less a honeymoon, and we got married as soon as we got back.

But the real honeymoon was at the Star Motel, when she was learning to spread her wings.