WANDA

It was August 10, 1990. This had to be one of the hottest days ever in upstate New York. People sought relief in any way possible.

Marilee was covering the reception desk that day in the law firm of Gillman, Steiner, and O’Leary, whose practice was mainly Estate law.

There were seven attorneys in this firm and each had their own secretary; so, as part of their daily routine, it was required that each secretary would take turns at the front desk for a day. Today was Marilee’s turn.

She was a rather shy young lady of 20 whom everyone knew, thus far, had led a somewhatsheltered life. But she was a very good secretary and worked for one of the Junior partners.

The phone calls were coming in rapidly without ceasing and Marilee worked the phones like a true professional. Thankfully, the phones stopped ringing by late morning and Marilee was able to relax a bit.

The swinging glass doors opened then and Wanda, another secretary strolled in…greeting Marilee as she passed.

Wanda was 27 years old and worked for one of the Senior partners of the firm. She was 5’5” tall and weighed 120 lbs. She had naturally blonde curly hair that reached her shoulders. Her hair always seemed to shine and glisten. She had very dark brown, expressive eyes.

Wanda wore very short dresses all the time and this day was no exception.

Her dresses were about the shortest anyone had ever seen! She had spectacular legs, (like a dancer’s legs), and all the men in the office couldn’t help but “sneak a peek” now and then. Wanda deliberately wore them short to show off her fantastic legs. She was also known to have had a few lovers by the age of 27 and she sometimes even talked about it openly in the office, although her best friend, Delia, encouraged hernotto.

“Hey there, Marilee, what’s new?” Wanda asked Marilee as Wanda leisurely strolled into the reception area, swinging her hips from side to side, as usual.

“Nothing much. John has a big Estate being probated today,” Marilee replied.

“Doesn’t this girlEVER talk about anything else except work?!” Wanda thought to herself, but stayed silent.

“Honey,” Wanda said, “You’ve got to startgetting around a little more. Youare 20 years old you know. Don’t you care about meeting a guy and having somefun?” (She made it sound as if Marilee was already “over the hill.”)

“You know, Wanda, I’m still living at home and while I am still there my parents absolutely insist that I abide bytheir rules. I’ll meet s