A New Life Experience

I am a quiet, non public, lesbian. I'm an attorney in a corporate office. My job deals with worker's comp abuse. I spend a lot of time in court, and arbitration hearings. Out of town at times. Sometimes, not often I meet a nice waitress who likes girls.

But my story involves a man. A coworker suggested that her husband look at my car's problem. He told me that these cars need to be serviced by a dealer. A man who can't fix cars. The dealer says I need a new timing chain. Money I didn't want to spend. The car did need to go to the dealer.

I invited my coworker and her husband to lunch at my house. She and I are good work friends, a little platonic on my part. I have to bite my tongue and let him talk. The more he talked the more I realized that listening was better. After lunch she asked me, in the kitchen, if I needed him to help me. Then she asked, did I need to be 'serviced', he would love to help.

I have now been 'serviced'.