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LOST AND FOUND

... office so I couldn’t follow her exit. As I looked around at her office it was apparent that there were no personal items of hers s**ttered in the office. I thought that was strange, as most executives like to make the office “their own”. Perhaps she just used it for our meeting, I reasoned. We rode the elevator down from her office among a few other people that inhibited our ability to have conversation, but every male gave her an immediate physical appraisal, no doubt undressing her in their minds. As I looked at her with a continuous appraisal of my own l, I realized that the then 18 year old had become one hell of a sexy woman or a MILF or maybe a cougar, as I’ve heard it described. She carried herself with an attitude of absolute confidence in what she wore, what she smelled like, and the impression she left on others. We strode to her car in the parking garage, and again, I was stunned. She opened the door to a white, Mercedes convertible. “Not bad” I stated. “Well, I’ve done pretty well for myself, since the divorce.” “Oh,” I said, “yours or mine?” I queried, trying to exhibit some levity. “Mine actually, but I knew of yours, with all the f****y get to-gethers’ over the years. I was sad over yours because I always thought you and my Aunt were a very stable couple. If I remember correctly, she told me you were the best sex partner she ever had. As a matter of fact, I just saw her about a year ago. She hasn’t re-married and buries herself in her work. Did you know she ...

... bought a franchise of a photography studio?” I did not, and wasn’t in the mood to chit-chat about my ex-f****y, so I said, “Trish, can we talk about something else?” “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Sure, where would you like to go for dinner?” she continued. “Well Trish, apparently this is your city now, I’m not familiar with anything here anymore.” I stated. “I moved after the divorce, about 18 years ago. I had to get on with my life, and it was impossible living with all those memories at my doorstep, so I moved to San Francisco.” “Wow, I didn’t know that.” she exclaimed, “I have the perfect place for dinner, OK?” “Sweetie, you’re driving, I am at your mercy, whatever you want.” I replied. “Great. It’s just a few minutes from here. Do you still like steak? I remember you grilling out on the patio very often, after those wonderful times in your pool. I don’t think your grill ever had a chance to cool down (she chuckled) just like the water in the pool.” “Oh, so you remember those days, do you? They were a lot of fun, up to a point.” I said, somewhat quietly. “You don’t want to talk about those days either do you?” she replied. “Not really”, I replied, “But tell me all about you. You have certainly grown up, become quite beautiful since you were a teenager living with us, and apparently have secured your future quite well. I’m really impressed with the company you work for, and the offices are beautiful.” I said matter-of-factly. “Over dinner”, as she pulled into a country club drive, ...