Sammy Joe looked down to the street below her posh 12th floor window office. The evening traffic had built up and it was getting darker. She had to stay late at the office because her boss wanted her to oversee the new server being installed.
It was a blessing in disguise for her because the very same IT guy she had to manage that evening happened to be her lover.
She had called her husband an hour ago and asked him to pick the kids up from their school and not to wait for her for dinner. She'd be working late again.
Sammy loved her family, but she was struggling with how things were turning out, particularly with the lack of communication from her husband for the last half of their marriage. For Sammy, communication was the most important aspect of family life.
She felt stuck now, with an uninteresting husband for over nine years. After two kids in the first, happier four years, he had slowed down. He'd lost interest in everything from peppy talks to being flirty. Lately, even sex. What Sammy needed, what most women would expect too, was support, appreciation and attachment.
Blue-eyed Sammy wondered why her husband no longer thought she was pretty. A lot of men noticed her hour-glass figure. She'd overheard a few officemates talking about her body, plainly. The more polite ones said she had the best smile in the whole San Francisco. The less polite ones, the younger men in her office, talked more about her perfect 36C boobs.
Sammy was proud of her 5 foot, 7 inch body. It was trim. She never skipped the gym. Even there, she was noticed for her perky hard nipples that usually showed through her t-shirts. At 42, she still drew the kind of attention usually reserved for college coeds.
"Hellooo," the familiar greeting was a pleasant thing for her ears. She turned from her office window to see her lover smiling at her.
Jack Paul was athletic, solidly built, and 5 feet, 9 inches tall. He was a rugged man of mixed race. His grand dad was an Asian Indian and his mother was Italian. His hair was black and his eyes were dark brown. Born in Italy, along with his parents, he moved to Florida when he was a toddler.
Like Sammy, Jack spent time in the gym. It kept his body fit. He looked more like a twenty year-old college kid, not thirty-six.
Jack wasn't just physically attractive. His sweet words drew her in to him. They'd fallen in love in the first month of his joining her firm. Jack had the most important thing Sammy wanted badly and didn't get at home anymore - appreciation.
Jack was so easy to talk to. He listened and he spoke his mind. When he did talk, he was clear and thoughtful. He supported Sammy during the tougher phases of her job, offering good advice when she asked. He sensed when she needed to take her mind off work and could pull her into long discussions about movies, songs, and other aspects of entertainment. Those breaks relieved her stress.
In one of their first tender moments, Jack had told her that he liked her smile, her eyes, and even the lovely mole just beneath her nose which he loved to lick when they were alone.
"What are you thinking about, Honey? I can install this box in a jiffy," he said casually about installing the new server.
"See Jack, I don't want you to fix it too soon."
He frowned. "Why?"
"You don't know why? You don't want to spend time with me? It has been a week since we sat and talked for awhile," Sammy pouted.
