That was just the tip of the iceberg.
Then there was Jan. Jan was a Wall Street lawyer. She was also the chair of the board for a not-for-profit organization I worked for.
I should have known I was doomed when we were sitting in a board meeting and I looked down. I should have kept my eyes above the table. But did I? I did not. I looked down to where her knees were crossed and her skirt had ridden up ever so slightly; slightly, but enough to start my fantasies. I wanted to touch her thigh and slide my fingers around it until I felt the heat that I knew was just out of sight.
You see, Jan was also an athlete. She’d been a dancer and a barrel-racer before she went to Law School. I didn’t know how those two hobbies fit together until much later. I had always admired the way she moved, the
