Chapter 8

My auspicious beginning with Harding Scott gave me a tremendous advantage over everybody else in the office.

Since I was the only girl he was fucking, it caused a little resentment at first around the girls who suspected what was going on. A number of them would have given their eye teeth to suck Harding's cock or have his juices explode in their pussies.

Soon, however, everything boiled down to normal, and people began to accept me for myself. Namely, as Harding's secretary-mistress.

Things went so smoothly with Harding that I stopped my pursuit of the great American family life. After a while, I almost completely stopped going out with other men, except for an occasional date or a quick bang.

I also found that, compared to Harding, the other men suffered. Sure, I fucked around a little, but none of these guys turned me on the way that Harding did.

At first I would get depressed over the fact that he was married and wasn't about to divorce his wife, but he explained to me one time the complexity of the whole arrangement. For one thing, he said, he would get clobbered if he ever divorced his wife. She would obtain a tremendous settlement, and he would be stripped down to little more than his shorts by the time that she was through. In addition, he needed the marriage to keep up the front as the great father and husband.

So I kind of slid along, taking trips with him to all kinds of places on company business. We would fly to California, Acapulco, San Juan, Miami and other points of interest.

I liked his fucking, I liked the money, and I liked the opportunity to travel, so I fell into a pattern of contentment.

The contentment lasted for about six years. The last two years of my tenure with Harding have been somewhat more difficult, though, due to the fact that I have started to grow somewhat tired of the same old grind, even if it does include trips to enchanting places and more opportunities to screw with Harding than even his wife gets.

In short, I guess you could say I started resenting the limbo of the status I was in. I wanted heaven or hell, I guess, and my life had too much status quo for me.

During this period of emotional turmoil, when I was seeking professional analysis for the first time in my life, my sister Mary informed me that she had to go in for surgery. She had been divorced from her husband for some three years, and he was working in Atlanta, Georgia, far removed from Manhattan.

Since her one and only son, sixteen-year-old Jimmy, was living with her, she was feeling a little leery about going to the hospital.

"I'm getting a little worried about Jimmy," she told me the day before she was slated to go in.

"What's the problem?"

"I have a hunch he's stepping out a lot with girls. Ever since he got that sports car I've seen him bringing a new girl around here every now and then, and I think that's only a small part of it. I get the feeling he's probably having a lot of sex too, and it worries me."

"Remember, you're dealing with the younger generation now," I laughed. "It's not like when we were girls growing up in the mid-West, Mary. These kids do exactly what they want to do. They do things that we'd just sit around and think about."

"I don't want that boy to turn out bad," Mai-y frowned. "He's all I've got."

"Don't worry about him. He's a good, sharp kid. He'll be okay."

"I'm afraid he'll knock some poor girl up. That could ruin his whole life. It would tie him down before he's even ready to go out and explore the world."

"Judging by what you've been saying, he's been doing some exploring," I laughed.

"You don't sympathize with me at all on this," Mary said angrily. "Just because you're your boss' favorite and you're carrying on with him doesn't mean that you should take a blase attitude about Jimmy."

"Please don't go into my personal life with Harding," I snapped back. "That's very personal to me. I confided in you for one reason. I didn't think you were going to throw the details back in my face."

"I'm sorry. That was very uncharitable of me," Mary shook her head. "I'm rattled. I'm going to the hospital tomorrow and all. I'm sorry."

"It's quite all right, Mary. You didn't mean anything by it."

"I just wish that you'd do one thing for me, though. I do trust you. And Jimmy has always admired you. I wish that you'd just kind of look after him while I'm in the hospital. See that he doesn't do anything too foolish. I've smelled liquor on his breath a few times these last few weeks. I'm afraid he's carrying on a lot more than he should."

"I'll go you one better, Mary," I said, hoping to put her at ease. "How about him coming to stay with me while you're in the hospital? Would you like that?"

"I didn't want to suggest it in so many words, but I sure would feel relieved. You're such a sensible girl. I'd love to have you look after him, maybe take him a few places. That would keep him out of mischief."

"Consider it done, Mary."

"Thank you so much," she smiled gratefully.

And there you have it. I was entrusted with taking care of a tall, handsome, aggressive youngster who was finding out all too quickly about the facts of life.