When is a KISS---more than a KISS?

The kiss didn’t end my marriage (nothing ends before it begins) but it ignited my emotions. It confirmed how desperately I needed love; how vulnerable I’d become; and how much I wanted someone to care for me.

Looking back, it’s not difficult to imagine that a female voice student, ten years younger, kissed me passionately and I kissed her back. After enduring a manipulative mother, a heartless husband, hateful small town critics, and so many missed opportunities—I simply wanted to be loved. My voice student left for college but stayed in touch through phone calls and letters.  It didn't take long for someone---other than me----to read and share my student's romantic thoughts and confessions of love.

"He had a thing for secretaries...."

My ex-husband, Jack, never stopped "playing around". Marriage didn't keep him from enjoying his  secretary-girlfriends, especially those who worked for him. Jack’s latest didn’t have secretarial training but the way she dressed...short-short skirts and tight sweaters...insured job security.

Remember, this was the sixties and very much a man’s world. Unlike his long time, flat-chested,  secretary from Southern Federal, Jack’s new personal secretary-- his latest queen-of-typewriters and all-things-long-and-short-hand--- had two very big and lively assets.  She didn’t have attractive legs and her face was homely but, as the male majority would say, “Who the hell is looking at her face?”

Most intriguing, Our Girl-Friday didn’t shave her legs, underarms, or the curly hairs sprouting around the tip of each asset.  Don’t doubt me; the day came when I saw them up-close and very personal.

Talk....Talk...Talk...Bill Loved to Tattle-on Hillary!

Bill said:  "The only time Hillary gets aroused or agrees to “play sexy” is after she snorts coke. But, even then, she’s frigid. Hillary goes absolutely ape-shit crazy—I mean screams, hits, and cusses--- if I touch her breasts!  Right after we started fooling around, she warned me to stay away from her tits, telling me:  “If you want to nurse--- go home to your momma!” 


 I’ll never forget the moment.  The road narrowed and a steep mountain suddenly dominated the landscape.  The car slowed and my escort from China's Sports Ministry, directed me to lean out the window and look toward the right.  There, topping an adjacent mountain like a conquering Hero, was The Great Wall of China.  The massive structure stared down at me---urging me to join--- as it playfully glided onward and upward. 

 My heart beat like a bongo drum. The clock raced backward forty years and, once again,  I was the nine-year-old girl ready to meet my long-time-ago Geography Book Friend.  Together.....we would soon activate My Great Wall Dream.


China’s Broadcasting Institute paid me a monthly salary of three hundred fifty American dollars. They also provided  me with a fifth floor, one-room, unheated/un-air-conditioned apartment, which included a Chinese “bathroom.”   Trust me, it was better than nothing!

In addition, I received a free pass to eat two meals each day in the Institute’s Cafeteria. The one and only time I visited the school cafeteria, the manager served me what he called “a Chinese delicacy”---a bowl of cold rice teeming with lively silk worms. I left the cafeteria that day, never to be seen there again. 

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17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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