My ex-husband, Jack, never stopped "playing around". Marriage didn't keep him from enjoying his secretary-girlfriends, especially those who worked for him. Jack’s latest didn’t have secretarial
training but the way she dressed...short-short skirts and tight sweaters...insured job security.
Remember, this was the sixties and very much a man’s world. Unlike his long time, flat-chested, secretary
from Southern Federal, Jack’s new personal secretary-- his latest queen-of-typewriters and all-things-long-and-short-hand--- had two very big and lively assets. She didn’t have attractive legs and her face was homely but, as the
male majority would say, “Who the hell is looking at her face?”
Most intriguing, Our Girl-Friday didn’t shave her legs, underarms, or the curly hairs sprouting around the tip of each asset. Don’t
doubt me; the day came when I saw them up-close and very personal.