"What am I doing?" Kelly said to herself. "Do I really want to go out like this?"
It had been two years since George had left her "to go find himself." "How stereotypical of him," she remembered thinking. George was now managing a fast food place in Haverton on the other side of the state. Kelly, on the other hand, had grown her temp service to three offices, had sold the tract house she and George had bought, and moved into a much-better built house in a trendy subdivision with a clubhouse, pool and tennis courts. Her offices each had excellent managers, and she spent most of her time now dealing with a select few old and valued clients and checking the books.
"You're doing this," she said out loud to herself, "because you're tired of being alone and horny. You've played it safe all your life. It's time to take some risks - especially erotically. You can do it in business, so do it with your personal life. And maybe if you let people see that you're a woman with all the operating parts, they'll get interested."
This mild bit of exhibitionism was the result of a challenge from her neighbor, Mandy. Kelly had been complaining, she thought confidentially, to Mandy a few days before about the sad state of her sex life. Mandy had leaned forward and the neck of her blouse had fallen open. "Look here," she had said. "This is why I have a sex life and you don't."
