My wife, Laura, and I had been working for several years in the same company. She was up on the 10th floor, and I down on the 3rd. We had a good work life together, and a good married life together. We still had sex, even after 15 years, but not as often as we’d have liked.
Our best friends were a couple we had met at work. I worked with both Jeff and Ginny when they moved into the company. Ginny stayed on, while Jeff moved on to a better job with a different company.
About 2 years ago, things started getting bad. Something happened and Ginny’s self-esteem tanked. She was always a good worker, but suddenly she was full of doubts. I was Ginny’s supervisor, and I constantly had to build up her ego. It was horrible, because she was one of my best and most productive staff. When a promotion came up, I recommended her for the job, thinking it would help her out. I was so wrong. She constantly would be in my office near a nervous breakdown, and I would help keep her together. If she didn’t come to me, she was up on 10 with my Laura. We were her life line.
I talked to Jeff about it, and was surprised when he told me not to worry about it, she was always like that. I couldn’t believe he dismissed it so easily. Any way, we started to realize that Jeff wasn’t very supportive of his wife. Turned out that her dad had passed away, suddenly 2 years ago, and he had been her support.
One day, I had cleared things with Ginny’s new supervisor that I needed her help on a service call to one of our plants 6 hours north of our city. We drove out together, and I took the time to ask a lot of questions, and let her answer everything she wanted to. She was a total mess. Jeff was actually pretty abusive to her, not physically, but verbally. That was, when he actually spoke to her. Normally he ignored her. Their k** was in and out of trouble on a weekly basis, and Jeff blamed Ginny.He’d been kicked off his soccer team for disrespecting the coach (a female national soccer team captain) and suspended for being disrespectful to a few of his teachers (all women). It seemed like father like son. Ginny went through a whole box of tissue on that ride.
It was at dinner that something changed, Ginny came to restaurant/bar dressed to kill. She was in a very low cut dress that showed off her small shapely breasts. I couldn’t stop staring, because she was braless, and her breasts looked like a 19-year old’s.