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Most of us lead two lives — real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies — wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, Patty Parker, a widow, has learned to be honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul — a person who not only feels sexually free, but who feels compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of Puritanism.
THE WIDOW’S HOT JOB deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate — but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let him or her decide his own standards of morality where sex between consenting individuals is concerned.
Patty Parker stood outside the tall office building, gathering her nerve. She hadn’t looked for a job in years, but now that she was widowed and left without a dime, she didn’t have a choice. She had to get a job, and fast.
The problem was, Patty had no skills. She was young, pretty, blonde, and had a fantastic body, but that was it. Ten years before, just out of high school, she’d gone job hunting, and she’d ended up marrying the first guy who interviewed her, Carl Parker, a wealthy older man. So she really hadn’t had to develop any job skills.
Now Patty was sorry that she’d never trained for any line of work, but it was too late for that. She needed work right away. She’d just have to bluff at her interviews. The sales company of Henry Clark, Inc. wanted a receptionist, and she figured she could handle that, if she could just get past the interview.
Patty took a deep breath and entered the building. As she walked to the elevator, she noticed many good-looking men coming in and out, and for a moment she forgot her worries about a job. Since Carl’s sudden death a few weeks ago, she’d been free to make love with men her own age, free to fuck as many guys as she wanted. She’d been too busy to take advantage of that freedom yet, but she was looking forward to it.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.