Jul. 29, 2021

"He had a thing for secretaries...."

My ex-husband, Jack, never stopped "playing around" during our entire marriage.  He was obsessed with secretaries---you might say they were his "hobby".  Marriage certainly didn't STOP him from enjoying one secretary he even "shared" with his youngest brother, Richard, at their place of business.  Her name was Kay and they hired her fresh-out-of-high school with no secretarial training BUT-----the way she dressed---in short-short skirts and very tight sweaters----insured INSTANT job security.

Remember, this was the sixties and very much a man’s world. Unlike his long time, flat-chested secretary named "Martha" who worked at 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. Kay 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, Jack's 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 both... up-close and very personal.

It was the late sixties. As Women’s Director for KATV, Channel 7, in Pine Bluff, AR, I worked at their studio in a shopping mall called Jefferson Square. Directly across from the hall from the station’s front door was a small business called Pennyrich Bras. One morning I received a phone call from the Bra Store’s owner, asking me to come to her store; she sounded secretive, saying only that she had something importance to show me. I didn’t know the store’s owner personally. Periodically we’d see each other across the hall and exchanged a smile or a wave but that was all. Curious about what she wanted, I stopped what I was doing to find out.

 Barely inside the bra store, I encountered the owner who, without saying a word, slipped her arm through mine. Like a guide dog, she led me to the back of the store to the dressing room area. Still silent she reached up, pulled back one of the dressing room curtains and---standing there—shocked, speechless, and completely naked—was my husband’s personal secretary. In those few seconds, I saw everything, including the thick, black hairs around her large, dark nipples. For about ten seconds the three of us stood there…transfixed.  No one moved or said a word. After seeing more than enough, I turned and walked back to my office.

Several weeks later, the bra store went out of business and the owner left town. Thinking back to that incredible incident, I’m sure most people—especially men—are puzzled when they read about what took place that afternoon. But….any woman who knows her way around the bedroom and also knows men....... will understand when I say: “It was a woman-thing.