Way back, it must be forty years, I was in my early twenties working in software publishing. The software experts were all male, the publishing department was all female. One of them was a lovely young woman, a couple of years older than me. She was pretty, dressed smartly, friendly, professional. She also had a little gold stud in her nose before that type of jewellery was common. She was already married.
One day I was in her office discussing my latest project. She stood up behind her desk and leaned over to pick something up. Her thin top fell forward and I had a glorious sight of the tops of her breasts being held back by her white bra.
Yes, that was all, but I was a young man with an excess of testosterone over opportunity. Oh Shelley, what might have been.
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