After we ordered dessert, Bonnie looked at me and said, “Tonight will be our last time together. I don’t want to spend the night having regret sex with you. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you, so once we’re done eating, I’d like you to take me back to my hotel, and we’ll go our separate ways.”
I smiled at Bonnie, drawing a smile from her. I took her hand and said, “I will miss you, Bonnie. I really enjoyed getting to know you, too. Once I graduate, I have no idea where I will end up, so it’s best that we do this now.”
Bonnie reached into her purse, pulled out an envelope, and slid it across the table to me. She cupped my cheek and said, “Before you open that envelope, I don’t want you to think that what we’ve done was anything more than two people enjoying each other’s company. What’s in the envelope is a gift from me to you for how you helped me get something out of my head that could have destroyed my life. I don’t want you to think that I think what we did was something that needed to be paid for.”
“Okay, Bonnie,” I replied. Curious, I opened the envelope and found a check for $10,000.
I looked back up at Bonnie and asked, “Are you serious?”
“Don’t worry, I can afford it. My husband was very good at ensuring Michelle, and I were taken care of if anything happened to him,” Bonnie finished as a worried look came over her face. “Please accept it as a token of my appreciation.”
I smiled at Bonnie and said, “I will accept your gift in the spirit intended, even though you owe me nothing.”
“Thank you, Anna,” Bonnie replied with a smile. “I will miss you, but you have your whole life ahead of you. I want you to enjoy it and find someone your own age to settle down with.”
Despite my vow not to be sappy, my eyes burned as I said, “I’ll miss you, too, Bonnie. I hope you find someone to make you happy, too.”
Luckily, the moment was broken by the arrival of our dessert. We quickly ate it while Bonnie covered the tab. We left, and I drove Bonnie back to the hotel. When I pulled up to the entrance, Bonnie leaned over, kissed my cheek, and said, “Goodbye, Anna. I’ll never forget you.” She quickly exited the car and walked into the hotel and out of my life. She never looked back.
July 1970
I was back in Boston, preparing for my interview with Martin Marietta for a permanent position since my internship ended with graduation. After a quick trip back home to visit family, I returned and found a lovely one-bedroom apartment in the Burlington area in anticipation of getting an offer from Martin Marietta. If that didn’t come through, there were several other companies in the area that I had lined up to interview for a position. However, I really had my heart set on Martin Marietta.
The day for my interview dawned, and I spent some time dressing appropriately for it. I was wearing a nice gray tweed suit with a pencil skirt that came to the top of my knees. I loved how the jacket flared over my hips, emphasizing my narrow waist and highlighting my bust, while the skirt hugged and defined my ass. My legs looked great in my 3” heels, and I felt I could be taken seriously while still devastatingly beautiful. Being a petite woman in a profession still mainly populated with men taller than me made it a challenge not to be looked down upon as just a pretty face, although I wasn’t averse to using my good looks to get my way.
When I entered the interview room, I looked over the people seated on the other side of the table. I noticed two of them were people I had met who regularly came up from Martin Marietta’s headquarters in Bethesda, Maryland. That told me right away that they were taking this interview seriously. Knowing that I also knew I would get an offer if I nailed this interview.
I didn’t know how many people they would interview today. Regardless, they spent more than an hour questioning me about managing and budgeting programs. The types of questions made me think they had big plans for me. By answering the questions swiftly and accurately and looking them square in the eye while doing so, I was sure I had convinced them I was a good choice by the end of the interview. Everyone was smiling at the end, and when they dismissed me, it sounded like they’d already decided that I would get an offer.
After exiting the room, I met Mindy Mason, the HR manager for the Burlington facility. She smiled and said, “Hello, Anna. Would you mind coming with me, please?”
I had met Mindy before, and she was a nice person. Curious, I said, “Sure, Mindy,” and fell in step with her. She led me back to her office, and when we entered, I was surprised to see Jeff Hauser, the CFO of Martin Marietta.
Jeff stood up when we entered, stepped forward, and held out his hand as he said, “Anna, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I quickly recovered from my surprise and smiled, took his hand and firmly shook it, and said, “Mr. Hauser, the pleasure is mutual.”
Even in my heels, Jeff was a foot taller than me. He was fit with streaks of gray at the temples of his black hair. Despite the height difference, I didn’t feel he was looking down at me. He indicated the chair and said, “Please sit, Anna.”
We all sat down, and Jeff explained, “Anna, This shouldn’t be a surprise to you, but we want you to be part of our organization. I’ve heard nothing but praise from everyone who’s worked with you. The interview today was, frankly, just a formality. We want to make you an offer that, I hope, you can’t refuse.”
Jeff turned to Mindy and nodded. Mindy slid a piece of paper across her desk to me. I picked it up, looked at the offer, and realized Jeff was serious. The number I saw exceeded my expectations and was at the top of the salary range for an entry position in program management. I looked up at Jeff, smiled, and said, “I certainly can’t refuse this offer, Mr. Hauser.”
“Please, Anna, call me Jeff,” said Jeff with a smile. “I’m glad to have you on board. If I’m any judge of character, I’ll expect to see you in headquarters before too long.” With that, he stood up, indicating to Mindy and me to remain seated, and said, “Well, I have to go now, Anna, but I expect to hear great things about you in the future. Mindy will go over the benefits package with you.”
“Thank you, Jeff,” I said. “I won’t let you down.”
“I know,” Jeff replied with a smile.
Jeff left, and I turned to Mindy with a bemused smile. I said, “That was interesting.”
Mindy laughed at my understatement and said, “I’ve never seen this much effort put into hiring an intern before. You’ve made quite an impression on Jeff and his staff.”
After another hour of reviewing the benefits package and signing documents, I left with a start date of August 3rd and returned to my apartment. I was so happy that I felt like I was going to explode. When I arrived at my place, I immediately called home and talked to Mom, telling her the good news. I started crying when Dad got on the phone and told me how proud he was of his little girl. I told him how much I loved him and how much that meant to me, and his voice cracked a bit when he told me how much he loved me, too. When the call ended, I threw up a prayer to God, thanking Him for healing my father’s soul.
I called Sinéad and told her the good news and that I would visit for a week and be there tomorrow. We made plans for her to meet me at the Richard E. Byrd Airport in Richmond, Virginia. She was so excited and said she was looking forward to seeing me. She told me that Sionainn wouldn’t be back from visiting her parents until Friday, so we’d have a few days to ourselves.
I was happy to hear that, not because I minded sharing Sinéad with Sionainn but because Sinéad was always a little more enthusiastic when spanking me without Sionainn around. Unfortunately, Sionainn wasn’t into spanking, so Sinéad felt constrained on indulging herself with me when Sionainn was about, not wanting Sionainn to think badly of her.
I made sure I was all packed and had ordered a taxi before going to bed. I was going to catch the 6 AM flight out of Logan International Airport to fly into Washington National Airport before catching a connecting flight to Richard E. Byrd Airport. Before leaving my apartment, I inserted my anal plug.
I loved the feel of the plug filling me as I walked through the terminal to my gate. The flight wasn’t that full, so I got a chance to chat with the cute stewardess from time to time. I got the impression that she was into women from our interactions. She’d lightly touch my arm or shoulder when making a point, and I did the same in return. We exchanged smiles, and if I hadn’t already had plans, I probably would have suggested getting together at the end of the flight and seeing what happened.
After changing planes in Washington National, the short hop to Richmond was almost over before it started. When I came out of the gateway, Sinéad was waiting for me, a big smile on her face. I flew into her arms, and we hugged, careful not to be too affectionate. We went to the baggage area. While waiting for my bag, I told Sinéad about my interview, meeting the CFO, and the outrageous offer they had made for my services.
Once I got my bag, we hurried out to Sinéad’s car and got on US60. We went through downtown before crossing the James River, fighting the mid-day traffic and taking it all the way back to Sinéad’s place. Once the traffic thinned out, I slid over next to Sinéad, put my hand on her thigh, and leaned in against her, just enjoying being close to her. I sighed and said, “I love you, Sinéad.”
Sinéad said, “I love you, too, Anna. That was a heavy sigh. What’s up, mo mhuirnín?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about Bonnie and her fantasy of having sex with her daughter. I know what we have is considered incest, but it’s not to the same degree as incest between a mother and a daughter or two sisters.” I sighed again as Sinéad put her hand on my thigh for a moment and gave it a squeeze.
Sinéad surprised me by asking, “Have you ever thought about Ciara in that way?”
It took me a second to realize she was talking about my mother. I said, “No, but what I did with Bonnie made me wonder if what I’m doing with you was a substitute for it, like Bonnie was using me as a substitute for her daughter.” I fell silent as I thought about my mother. I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t thought about how beautiful she was and how lucky I was to have such a wonderful woman for my mother. I don’t think I would have rejected them if she had ever made overtures to me. However, I would never have initiated anything myself. I sighed again, pushing those thoughts out of my head.
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