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“It ain’t over, ’til it’s over.” Yogi had it right, at least when it came to Angela and me. She introduced herself in my office while I was fixing a bug in our new operating system. I was in the IT department at the Indemnity Assurance Company and deep in thought when she said, “Hi, I’m Angie.” I gave her a fake smile and went back to my problem-solving mission.I wasn’t trying to be rude, but that’s how she saw it. Being sociable at that moment would simply be an unacceptable disruption, even though Angie was a very attractive girl. Cute described her best because Angie looked like one of our high school interns. It turned out she had been hired as our AI or artificial intelligence expert. Who would have guessed she was a computer expert? Angela was assigned the office adjacent to mine. That became a welcome diversion.I tried to make amends. Angela wasn’t going to forgive me for being uncivil. It took a week before she would even talk to me. I profusely apologized and said, “Let’s bury the hatchet. Let me take you out for a drink.”She said NO. I tried humor, “Moses had the first tablet that could connect to the cloud.” Ha ha ha. She called me a jerk. I tried again. “How about this one?” I asked. “I love pressing F5. It’s so refreshing.” Her eyes rolled.Okay, you can’t win ’em all but like I said, it wasn’t over.I tried the after work drink idea again with the same result. When her birthday came up on the company mail system, I sent her flowers. She said she didn’t like dandelions. They were yellow daisies. My masculinity was being challenged, so I kept trying.There was a breakthrough at an office party. It was an after-work affair at a local club for drinks and hors d’oeuvres. The booze was flowing and everyone was in high spirits, including Angie. It was a tough situation watching the male staff buzzing around her like drones on their queen. I was the drone that wasn’t included.Fortified with three martinis, I gathered up the courage to ask Angie for a date. She said, “Sure,” like when you agree only to get someone to leave you alone.At work, I asked Angie when she was free. “Free for what?” she asked.”Our date. Pendik escort You agreed to have a date with me.””I did? I must have been drunk.””Drunk or not, when are you free?”We negotiated and settled on having lunch together. It didn’t happen.The weeks went by without much contact with Angie. Ricky, a colleague of mine, who had taken her out a couple of times made only one comment, “Christ she’s hot!” Soon after that, I heard through the grapevine that she was dating the boss.The rumor was that the boss had taken her to Kentucky for a business meeting. The truth was that they went there for the Derby. Then there were trips to the Super Bowl and the World Series. It’s impossible to compete with that kind of influence. It’s good to be the boss.Angie married Mark, our boss, a year later. She left the firm to care for her first born. A second baby arrived two years later. The staff gave him a surprise party each time. The boss passed out cigars on both occasions. My heart wasn’t in it.I kept in contact with Angie over the years since she became an outside consultant. Most of it was by e-mail or phone calls, and we became friends. On a wintry afternoon, she called my office to wish me a Merry Christmas.”Hey, how’s it goin’, Angie?””Could be better,” she replied. “The kids are all excited about Santa, and I don’t know what to get Mark. What do you get a man that has everything?””Do you know the song, ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus’? Every guy likes to be romanced, if you know what I mean. It’s a gift that keeps on giving. It never gets old.””Well, Bernie, that’s the problem. You know Mark used to be so affectionate in bed but in the past several months, the magic we had is gone. I found out why last month. I read a text on his cell from that big tit bimbo in Receivables. My husband has been cheating on me, Bernie. I don’t know what to do.”I said, “Look, let’s meet for lunch next week and talk about it.””Sure, why not. It’s got to be after the first of the year. I’ve got decorating for the holidays, presents to buy for the kids, and contact my lawyer.”After all those years, Angie finally Beykoz escort bayan went to lunch with me. It was a cold and snowy January day when we met at Olive Garden. When Angie arrived, she looked tired and drawn. Even her electric smile was missing. She wasn’t the woman I remembered from the last year’s office party when she wore a Santa outfit. Angie looked so cute and sexy that night. It brought back the feelings I had for her from the past.I helped her off with her coat, then she sat opposite me. “Bernie, it’s good to see you again. My god, it’s cold out there.””Yeah, glad we finally could have lunch together like you promised.””Like I promised? What do you mean?””Oh, never mind. It was long ago.””Bernie, I’ve only got an hour. So let’s order.”I signaled the waiter. We ordered two martinis and a light lunch.At first, it was a little awkward. “We missed you at this year’s office party,” I stammered.”Yeah, one of my kids was sick. Anyway, I didn’t feel up to it this year.””What’s goin’ on?”She sipped her martini, then looked for an answer in the bottom of the glass. “I don’t know, Bernie. I’ve decided to get a divorce. My whole life has fallen through the roof. I never expected this to happen. Mark and I were going to be the perfect couple living in the perfect house with a perfect yard and a picket fence. We were going to have six perfect kids.””Well, you got the house, yard, and fence along with two beautiful kids.””Yeah, and a husband that can’t keep his hands off the hired help.””There was more than just Millie in Receivables?””Do you want a list, Bernie? By last count, it was five girls, all younger than me. One is the college daughter of my best friend. She worked for him as an intern.””You’re still beautiful, Angie, and if you don’t mind me being presumptuous, sexy.””Thanks, Bernie. I needed someone to say that. I mean I knew Mark liked the ladies when I met him. When I worked at Indemnity,  the secretaries warned me about Mark. I didn’t condemn the man because he was a womanizer. It wouldn’t be fair. I had my own college experiences as well.”Mark took me everywhere. Escort Cevizli He was so exciting to be with and we both loved sex. We couldn’t get enough of each other, so I shacked up with him for most of the year before I married him. Did you know I was pregnant before Mark and I were married? Hey, you might have seen me as a prude when we first met, but I have my own stories.””You want to tell me about it?””Not now, maybe later. Let’s say I liked boys and Mark likes girls. We were a match made in heaven. I hope that doesn’t shock you.””Not at all. This isn’t nineteen-fifty when your parents were young.”She agreed, saying, “Yeah, I guess so.”We finished our lunch. As she left, I asked her to dinner. She said, “I’ll let you know. I’m still a married woman,” and gave me a warm kiss.I didn’t hear from her for several weeks, then she sent me a text asking about a Saturday night dinner engagement. “Mark is taking the kids to the Bucks’ game. Will that night work for you?”At six-thirty, I picked her up and drove to a fondue restaurant. That seemed like an interesting way to share a dinner and a few stories. We enjoyed a bottle of wine and a very nice meal while talking about everything from the kids, her divorce, and sex.Angie and Mark were in the process of finalizing their divorce. Mark had moved out. She would get the kids except on weekends. Angie would also stay in the house titled in her name. She felt it was a fair settlement.I told her a joke about a couple getting a divorce. “They were in the lawyer’s office,” I said, “when the wife says, ‘I wish you had tried to screw me this much while we were married’.”She giggled and said, “That says it all, Bernie, but that’s not the worst of it. Divorce is painful.””So tell me about your stories.””What stories?””You said you had interesting college experiences.””Oh, that. Well, it really started in high school. You know how it was, Bernie, teenagers trying to learn about sex. So much were just rumors or just plain wrong. Anyway, I was in my dad’s workshop looking for a hacksaw for my junior project and stumbled on a box labeled ‘Navy’. He was an Ensign in the Navy.”She continues, “Along with some Navy memorabilia, there was a stack of porn magazines. One was called Screw and there were others. I learned a lot from those magazines. That’s when I found out that girls can have sexual pleasures too. I’d sneak a magazine up to my room and masturbate like crazy.”

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