The Donor

Chapter 5

Have I Been Fired?The drive home is going quickly. No rush hour traffic... because it’s not rush hour.

Have I been fired?

The Boss Lady termed it a sabbatical... to begin by cleaning out my desk and departing the company premises in midafternoon. That a return to full employment would require completing therapy... as wife Edie alluded to after her Saturday phone conversation.

But that was all explained after secretary Abbie entered the office and stifled a youthful giggle in seeing an adult male standing in the corner as would a recalcitrant boy.

I note my hands remain shaking as a result of the encounter...

‘Mr. Burgess has been a naughty boy, Abbie. I am punishing him.’

‘He’s close to the wall Martina... but can’t he get closer?’ her tone playfully mischievous.

“That might be difficult for him. You see males with his psychological make up respond quite curiously to feminine authority. In a way he celebrates his submission. Would you like to turn around and face us, Mortimer? Show Abbie how you celebrate... and how much you celebrate ceding to a firm woman? You may speak.’

I could not find words. And I declined to show myself of course. The Boss Lady wheedled and cajoled.... and little Mortimer seemed to stiffen and stiffen, the threat of exposure decadently thrilling. But I could not bring myself to turn.

Finally after a time, seeing me quake in fear and concern, mercifully the subject matter changed.

‘Abbie, Mr. Burgess will be taking a leave of absence from the company. Arrange with payroll to switch his compensation to sick pay and have sent to his wife’s bank account. I will have her call you with the details. And tell HR I’ll need a new Sales Administrator.’

Gratefully, secretary Abbie departed. But then the Boss Lady arose from her desk and approached. Standing so close that I felt her breath on the back of my neck, I closed my eyes in shame. I’m sure she peered around my shoulders to see the plumped tip of little Mortimer threatening her office wall.

‘I’m sending you to a place where women of authority have quite a bit of experience in handling men like you. You’ll learn to enjoy it. And Edie will soon be with child. I owe her mother my best efforts. She was a close friend.... a very close friend. For you, Mortimer, lots of fresh air, sunshine... and fatherhood. You have a fine p***s. It stands no nicely for me... and you’ll learn to have it stand for others... particularly Edie of course. It will be put to good use.’