A couple of years ago, I was working in a small-town law firm. I shared a legal assistant named Tracy with another attorney.

Tracy was a petite girl, endowed with lots of curves in all the right places. She was just over five feet tall, with short brown hair, generous breasts, great legs, and large brown eyes. As a part-time student finishing her degree, she was in and out of the office, keeping odd hours.

We worked together for about two years till she graduated, and we both received job offers that would take us to different places. During our last week at the firm, Tracy and I spent several late nights getting things in order for our departures.

On the next to last night, I was in my office when she walked in wearing a short skirt, a knit top, and a pair of strappy heels. She asked how long I was... Read More