Foreword
There was a time in Bob's life when he'd have given his whole month's salary in return for some sex. For women were not a common thing for him to have. He had experienced the joys they possessed, but the encounters were brief and far apart from each other; like sudden bursts of inspiration.
Anne, Lorraine, and Louise were office girls. The regular nine to five typists. They too had experienced sex, but like the majority of the population in a city the size of New York, they were caught up in the daily routine-the maddening rush hours, and the hum-drum co-existence of their fellow working companions.
So it was a beautiful thing when they met by chance and agreed.
They, the girls, felt that Bob's hang-loose attitude definitely brought into their lives a keen excitement! While Bob's reward was spending no more nights alone, and as much sex as he could stand. How could one man survive the strain? How could one man get away with having something very much akin to a harem, and at the same pass out free sex at the office?
It was a challenge, true, but to the benefit of all involved, until one day it went just a little too far.
It was a beautiful thing to take ten o'clock breaks where Bob worked. Because instead of coffee, tea or milk, and a roll or doughnut; one had his choice of redhead, blonde, or brunette.
Not only that, but they came in different sizes, shapes, forms and fashions.
But like I said; it was a beautiful thing. But how far could it go? How long could it last?