When is a KISS---more than a KISS?
The kiss didn’t end my marriage (nothing ends before it begins) but it ignited my emotions. It confirmed how desperately I needed love; how vulnerable I’d become; and how much I wanted someone to care for me.
Looking back, it’s not difficult to imagine that a female voice student, ten years younger, kissed me passionately and I kissed her back. After enduring a manipulative mother, a heartless husband, hateful small town critics, and so many missed opportunities—I simply wanted to be loved. My voice student left for college but stayed in touch through phone calls and letters. Penning her romantic thoughts on paper, it didn’t take long before someone--other than me-- read her confessions of love.
"He had a thing for secretaries...."
Like past secretary-girlfriends, Jack’s latest didn’t have secretarial training but the way she dressed-----short skirts and tight sweaters--- insured job security.
Remember, it was the sixties and very much a man’s world. Unlike his 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, 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.
Talk....Talk...Talk...Bill Loved to Tattle-on Hillary!
Bill said: "The only time Hillary gets aroused or agrees to “play sexy” is after she snorts coke. But, even then, she’s frigid. Hillary goes absolutely ape-shit crazy—I mean screams, hits, and cusses--- if I touch her breasts! Right after we started fooling around, she warned me to stay away from her tits, telling me: “If you want to nurse--- go home to your momma!”
THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA....My Romance.
I’ll never forget the moment. The road narrowed and a steep mountain suddenly dominated the landscape. The car slowed and my escort from China's Sports Ministry, directed me to lean out the window and look toward the right. There, topping an adjacent mountain like a conquering Hero, was The Great Wall of China. The massive structure stared down at me---urging me to join--- as it playfully glided onward and upward.
My heart beat like a bongo drum. The clock raced backward forty years and, once again, I was the nine-year-old girl ready to meet my long-time-ago Geography Book Friend. Together.....we would soon activate My Great Wall Dream.
SILK.... FOR LUNCH!?!?
China’s Broadcasting Institute paid me a monthly salary of three hundred fifty American dollars. They also provided me with a fifth floor, one-room, unheated/un-air-conditioned apartment, which included a Chinese “bathroom.” Trust me, it was better than nothing!
In addition, I received a free pass to eat two meals each day in the Institute’s Cafeteria. The one and only time I visited the school cafeteria, the manager served me what he called “a Chinese delicacy”---a bowl of cold rice teeming with lively silk worms. I left the cafeteria that day, never to be seen there again.