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The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative

You are traveling through Millie’s Vast Expanse – a land of rape and murder. A place where wrongs are perpetrated with relish and revenge is extracted with primeval ecstasy. The Expanse is as wide as your imagination and as deep as your lust. Filled with adultery, fornication, brutal betrayal and occasionally tender mercies. In one long stretch of the Expanse is a particular place and time where misogynistic bosses use coercion and fear to have their way with their female employees. He’s an aggressive man who got where he was going with cunning and stealth. He has hunted and trapped his prey in such a shrewd way they become willing participants in their own abuse. He enjoys his female employees as playthings. Taking from them what he wants and giving them what he wishes them to have. Afterward, he abandons them to their ordinary, mundane mind-numbing existence. It’s the 1980’s in America, greed is good, but power is better. We are cruising at 30,000 feet and about to begin our descent into Millie’s Vast Expanse, buckle up it’s going to be a tumultuous journey. The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative By Millie Dynamite “The hair – They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... and just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips – and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits! Whoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya... Like secret ...

... searchlights. Mmm. And legs – I don’t care if they’re Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What’s between ’em, passport to heaven.” Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Sent of a Woman 1992 ___________________________________________________________________________________ It was years ago. Even so, the sweet memory often invades my thoughts. I become cloaked in a haunting sentimental desire to replicate that wonderful experience. Often, I become melancholy filled with a longing to recreate those adrenaline-charged hours of erogenous ecstasy. I can only regain my equilibrium by indulging myself with a conscious waking dream of the whole exhilarating affair. After, comes the guilt and the shame. My betrayal hurts me but I keep it to myself. For only I fell from grace therefore, only I should bear the pain. Seeing the report in the paper brings it all back to me in a brilliant blinding flash. I remember the smell of his drink sitting on the tray as the plane started its descent. He winked at me, then hurriedly drank down the liquid and handed the stewardess his empty glass. Thurgood turned and looked at me his blue eyes were so brilliant and kind looking. “Don’t be nervous Anna we will be on the ground in a minute,” he took my hand holding it smiling at me as the knot in my stomach grew tighter. I hated flying but his mighty hand calmed me, at least somewhat. “I have such plans for you on our free time. I intend that we celebrate at this convention our good year. You know you are one of my ...