Who You Callin Slave Driver?

  

ok, so this is how i write. i dont capitalize but i do use punctuation. i am the slave driver in this lovely little story and i think this is where im suppose to pick this up. first a quick background history.

yes, 44 years old, divorced mother of two, born and bread in the  lovely garden state. in and out of relationships since i was 16, married at 26 divorced at 40. i am divorced almost 5 years, my girls are 15 and 8. my ex husband is remarried and he and his new wife have just had a little girl together. happy for his life, because without him wanting out of our marriage i wouldnt have found the love of my life.

 but enough about me, onto us. yes, so for those of you that read the wonderful post by my gf we had a very interesting beginning. i had only been divorced for 2 and half months when we met. i had been in several other relationships with girls but this girl was different. i wasnt even interested in a relationship having just ended a 10 year marriage. so fresh start, new job, now opportunities. i walked in and in a very short amount of time i knew i was in trouble. all i wanted to do was be next to this girl. we would talk for hours and i fully knew that she was in a long term relationship. i was also sleeping with a married man, a relationship that had gone on for nearly 20 years. wait, let me correct so theres no misunderstanding. i NEVER slept with this man during my marriage. but we had a history and it was a comfortable situation. anyways, this girl....just blew me away. smart, funny, sexy as all hell...and i knew i had to have her and i always get what i want.

 so times going by and i make sure she works when i work because when shes not there im miserable. im literally pacing at the door waiting for her to get there. we had our hour long martini filled lunches and we would go toss the football around in our gigantic store room. once the flirtation started she would throw the ball then flash me her boobs and the ball would literally whiz passed me because im too busy trying to lift m y jaw off the floor. so...game on.

a few days later she came into work with that "can we please go to lunch today, i need to talk to you". i having no patience told her that she could just tell me what she wanted to talk about. well, she had a dream, the dream she wrote about. so after telling me she liked me, and not in the "i like you like a friend" comment i was so dumbfounded that i got up and said well "this sucks". the girl that i had a massive crush on "liked me". wow. unbelieveable. did i mention im 40, thats what i remember thinking because she only 22. this will never work. so on our day went, slightly ackward to say the least. we went to lunch and talked, trying to figure out how to proceed. i was still her boss and she had a boyfriend, what a mess. but as she mentioned above the sexual tension was killing us. until.....that fateful day.

ok, so when i have to do something that im afraid to do i literally have to get this little twinge in my belly. then i know its the right time. so we are working together and the timeis coming for her to leave and count out her draw in the cash office. a manager has to be present for this for obvious reason. so there i sat watching her count and all i want to do is kiss her. she has this mouth and lips that just scream KISS ME. and then it happens, the twinge hits and im thinking it now or never. she goes, ok, im all set and she gets up to leave. we are 12 inches from one another as she tries to get past me (the cash office is very tiny) and i make my move. she looked at me and i took my right hand and gently pushed her to the wall and i kissed her, the best first kiss ever. after stepping back she looks at me with those eyes that melt me and goes "took ya long enough". she goes, i gotta go to class and she walked out with that stupid smile on, the one that when people look at you they know you just did something dirty. of she went to class, and me back to work. tomorrow would be another day.