While it wasn't the letter of the agreement, Mona could basically see anything I did -- and that meant she could help out, although she was not obliga...ted to any more than the company was allowed to pay her. Sitting around bored didn't work for her, though, and soon she was 'helping out' more than some salaried employees.The sexual harassment waivers weren't REALLY my fault, although they covered Mona and she signed one; they were coming in, anyway, as a more or less necessary change. We had to. She had striking light brown eyes and thick red lips. Her very generous bust line held up a tight orange and white striped shirt with thin spaghetti straps. Her thick hips also were prominently displayed as they held up a short white skirt with her long legs ended with her cute feet perched in six inch white heels. I looked into her eyes and she gave me a mischievous smile as she dragged me out to the dance floor. A particularly fast paced song came on and I suddenly found out that I could. I guess as far as I'm concerned, my ex considered me a trophy wife. He brought Davy, a son from a previous marriage with him. We had Peggy fairly quickly and then he seemed to lose interest in me. I should say, in us. He used his position as a pilot to stay away for long periods. Far longer than the average pilot. And of course, over time I discovered samples of his infidelity."Dutch glanced over at Rosa, who was biting her lip to keep from smirking, or worse, laughing out loud. For they knew. I had my own car but the mustang was more fun and I took it whenever I could con my stepdad out of it. I was wearing a black mini skirt and heels and a silvery spaghetti strap backless halter top with no bra. My makeup was way too thick for a girl my age and I had slutty red lipstick on because it was my favorite. I had been drinking and was definitely buzzing. I had gone to the party with my boyfriend, football player named Alex, but he had gotten drunk and crashed. I was jamming out to music.