| Lesbian: Lusty Liaisons: Consoling Caroline (1/7) |
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I was just completing the bank reconciliation when Mr Walker entered the room. Mr Walker was one of the partners of the accountancy firm where I worked and when he visited my office it was usually to give me work. I looked up from my desk wondering what he wanted now. “Marie, you better go down and see to Caroline,” he said with a troubled look on his face. “She is very upset.” “Why what’s the matter?” I asked, concerned why Caroline could be so distressed. “Her husband just called. It appears that she has received some bad news,” replied Mr Walker. “Could you go and look after her, Marie? “Yes, of course, Mr Walker,” I said sincerely. I really liked Caroline and would do my best to help her. I put away the working papers I was working on in a folder and placed them at the side of my desk. It was 1994 and, in these days, personal computers were not yet in common use in accounting offices like ours. I worked as a trainee accountant for a small accounting firm, which employed about forty staff members. The office was located in a large converted house. I normally worked in a small room upstairs with another female colleague. So I went downstairs to the room where the Caroline had her desk. Caroline worked in a large room, which contained five desks. When I entered she was sitting sobbing at her desk, her long blond hair cascading against the wooden surface. Two of our male colleagues were there. One of them, called Simon, had put his arm round her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, while Jack was standing watching the scene. Jack turned round and looked at me. I was a very attractive woman with shoulder length dark hair and usually wore feminine clothes that complemented my shapely figure. As usual I was dressed in a fashionable and stylish manner, wearing a lacy bra underneath a white blouse, a close fitting grey knee length business skirt, dark nylon stockings and grey high-heeled shoes. So it was no surprise that he gazed at me a moment, his eyes flitting from my breasts, to my hips, the hem of my skirt and finally up to my pretty face. I was always quite flattered by the attention of my male colleagues. But today I was concerned about Caroline. “What’s happened?” I whispered to Jack as I watched poor Caroline sobbing uncontrollably at her desk. “I think her dad died. Her husband just phoned to give her the news,” replied Jack softly. “He’s coming to pick her up later.” I saw Simon was beginning to lean a bit too close to Caroline to be just comforting her. It was clear that my intervention was necessary. “Ok, Simon, I will deal with it from here,” I said firmly. Caroline was a gorgeous young woman and I was concerned Simon may do something silly while she was in such a vulnerable state. I knew that he liked Caroline romantically and I didn’t want either of them to get into trouble. Like me, Caroline was a trainee accountant. She had joined the company straight from university a year before. I was twenty-four and one year ahead of her. I was single at the time. But Caroline was married, a fact that was a source of great disappointment to the numerous admirers among her male colleagues in the company, of whom the most fervent was definitely Simon. I walked up |
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