Pete here again, bringing you up to speed. If you haven’t read the previous installments of the KCA&B series don’t worry. The stories are not chronological and can be read in any order. But you should know the foundation for the tales. The are reminiscences of my time as a teenager, working in a law office in Miami, during the 1970’s. This employment garnered me a lot of opportunities for sex.

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Due to the high caliber of our attorneys and cliental, the clerical staff at Kennedy, Carle, Ames and Buchanan tended to be older than I. As a lowly ‘gopher’, my job did not require me to have any professional experience, which made it different from most positions.. Our firm did not hire secretaries just out of school, instead demanding a substantial and and commendable degree of employment history/ Consequently, the age range for these ladies ran from 29 up to 50-something. However there was one other job that allowed KCAB to deviate from that experience policy; that of legal assistant or paralegal. That position could be filled by a promising candidate attending the School of Law at the University of Miami. Which is how I made the acquaintance of Miss Maureen O’Conner. About six months after I started at KCA&B the firm hired Maureen (Mo to her friends) in just this capacity. She was in her second year of law school and at 24, was a bit closer to my own age.

Mo was a lively, funny girl and was a good friend to me at work. She’d was a Buffalo native who’d done her under-grad work a SUNY campus near her home. Mo was overweight but in a funny, bell shaped way. Aside from her huge tits, her upper half gave no hint to the widening that lay below, She was a pretty red head with long straight hair that she wore to her waist. Her eyes were a delightful greenish hue and she had a mole just above her lips, on her right side. It was a distinction I found kind of sexy. Her best feature though was her gregarious and winning personality. Mo was simply, balls-out fun to be around.

Mo also loved to party. If your aim was to get as fucked up as possible, then Miami was a good place to be. It was a worldwide import destination for illegal drugs and finding quality merchandise was not really a problem. In a manner stereotypical to her Irish background, Mo could handle her intoxications very well. No matter how intensely she imbibed the night before, she was still able to do all her work tasks with commendation. Similarly, her school work was exemplary as well.

With regard to intoxicants I’m funny, well at least in comparison with most of my friends. I never really developed a taste for recreational doping. Oh sure, I might take a sociable toke from a joint now and again but it was never a habit. Nor did I do much boozing. If I did drink it was maybe a couple of beers. This was a trait that made me love Mo’s parties even more, because her soirées had booze and drugs to spare.