It was March; the weather was warming and in my part of the country, we were having some nice days. It was 4:30 on a Friday afternoon, the weekend started in thirty minutes, and I should have been in a great mood. Instead, I was in kind of a piss-off attitude; it had been one of those Murphy's Law Days if it could go wrong it did go wrong. Nothing you could put your finger on, just a shitty all day.
I was finally finishing up on my last report of the day when I heard a little knock at my office door. I looked up to see Kathy Spears standing at the door looking like she had just lost her best friend. I motioned for her to come in.
She said, "Frank, I'm sorry to bother you, but I need a big favor. "My cars in the shop, they were supposed to have it ready by the time of got off work. The Shop Forman just called and told me they found some other things wrong, and it will be Monday before it'll be ready, and I don't have a way home or back to work on Monday. I know it's a little out of your way, but if you could take me home today and give me a ride back Monday I'll gladly pay you,"
Kathy and I worked together until my promoted to supervisor. She was promoted to floor manager in another department at the same time I didn't ask the obvious question, why her husband Jerry couldn't pick her up and as far as paying me, she wouldn't pay me what I would love to have.
Kathy only stood about 5' 3", jet black hair, dark brown eyes, about a 36 C bust leading down to a slender waist then out to about a 34" set of hips with junk in the trunk that most women would kill for. She was part Native American and had the high cheekbones and a completion that always looked like she had just stepped out of a tanning bed.
Kathy said, "Thanks Frank, I'll go check out and meet you in the parking lot" I finished my report and headed out. As I walked outside Kathy and two other old work buddies of ours, Cindy and Beth, were standing just outside the door. Both girls come over and give me a hug and Cindy said, "Thanks a lot for helping Kathy. It's been somewhat tough for her lately, then this shit with the car. You're a good man Frank, and we still love you." "I love you girls too," I knew we were all talking about a work buddy kind of love.
Kathy and I got in my car, and as I was pulling out of the lot, I glanced over at her and noticed that she looked exhausted and stressed. That was defiantly out of character for her; she was always upbeat, full of joy. I thought to myself "must have been a bad for her also."
We were both very quite while I was in heavy commuter traffic. When I got out on the open road with almost no traffic, I fucked up and ask the big question. "So Kathy, with the car problems why didn't Jerry pick you up, he comes right by the plant?" When she didn't answer, I glanced over at her to see big tears rolling down her cheeks.
I ask "Damn Girl, what the hell's wrong. She covered her face with her hands and broke down crying. I pulled to the shoulder of the road, leaned over, and put my arms around her. She turned, put her arms around my neck and with her head on my shoulder just really let go. She tried to sever time to talk but couldn't for the crying
I told her "Go ahead girl, just cry it out, we got nothing but time," After several minutes she gain enough control to start talking. "Jerry left me Frank; he's been gone almost a month now. I called, but he won't even speak to me. Cindy and Beth told me just to let his ass go, that he was a dumb ass, and I would be better of without him but I don't want to be alone."
I could relate to being alone, and I had been separated for almost a year now, and my only sex partners were mostly the five sisters of my right hand.
I ask "what's the problem, another woman, money problems, WHAT?" She started crying again, and I just held her until she calmed down. She pulled her head back and looked me straight in the eyes. I could tell she was rolling all this over in her mind. Then she said "Frank, we've known each other and been workplace friends for a long time. Do you think of me as a whore, a slut or a nymphomaniac?" Before I could stop myself, I said "HELL NO, but I sure would like too."
She just stared at me for a few seconds and I stared back with what I know was a stupid "OH SHIT, I FUCKED UP" look on my face. At first, she just smiled a little then busted out laughing, through her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. "Frank, you're the greatest, this is the first time I have laughed since that asshole left me and I've been feeling so guilty."
I ask "So what in the hell's going on here." She gives me that deep in your eyes look again and said, "I know you're a man, and I'm a woman, but we are friends, workplace buddies, RIGHT?" I thought for a second then said, "Let's say we are asshole buddies, I'm the asshole, and you're the buddy."
We both laughed, and then she got a serious look on her face. "Frank, I've talk with Cindy and Beth about this, and I told you what they said. It's hard talking to anyone about my problem but especially a man."
"Look Kathy, I don't know what's on your mind, all I can tell you is you're not talking to a man; you're talking to a friend. A friend who'll listen, try to answer any question you ask to the best of my ability and none of it goes any further than this car."
She set for a few seconds as though she was getting her thoughts together. She quickly covered her early years, her and Jerry dating in school, and it was first time sex for both of them, and they were married just after hi school.
After they had been married for just a few months, she found out Jerry didn't want kids but she did. She also discovered that she thoroughly enjoyed sex and wanted to explore and try new and different things. Jerry was satisfied with missionary once or twice a week. When she tried to talk with him, he would tell her that was nasty, and there was something wrong with her, and he wouldn't talk about it.
I ask her "What did you want that upset him so much." She blushed a bright red but didn't answer. "Kathy, my wife left me almost a year ago because she said I was a sex addict and a pervert so whatever it is, it's not going to shock me. So, from the asshole to the buddy, tell me one thing that was upsetting him.