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Her name was Muriel Seligmann and when I met her she'd been married three times. There was never a woman that sucked cock better than Muriel, and I suspect there never would be. There couldn't be. If there was a category in that Book of World Records, she'd be Number One.

Her third marriage recently ended in divorce. A year later we met. My name is Gennaro Ragazzo. I managed IT programmers and in this third divorce she acquired ownership of an IT company. A business she knew nothing about.

She interviewed me to teach her in the ins and outs of the industry. In the end, she didn't hire me, but a few weeks later, "Mr. Ragazzo, this is Mrs. Seligmann, Muriel Seligmann This may seem unusual, but may I invite you to dinner."

"Mrs. Seligmann, you wouldn't hire me but you'd like to take me on a date?"

"Gennaro, I didn't hire you because I wanted to take you on a date."

"Oh?"

"The dining room at the Classic Hotel downtown is fabulous. 7 PM Friday night?"

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Seligmann. I look forward to it. See you at 7 PM Friday."

She was waiting for me in the lobby. "Gennaro, it's so good to see you. I'm so glad you came."

"Mrs. Seligmann, it was nice of you to invite me. I've never been here."

"You'll love it and please call me Muriel."

The Classic was a five-star hotel. I wore a tie and jacket. I was underdressed. Mrs. Seligmann, who was a few years older than me wore a floor-length gown with one bare shoulder and showing significant cleavage. Cleavage which I guessed was surrounded by surgically-enhanced breasts. She was a tall, long-legged blonde. At her age, I assumed the blonde hair was compliments of her hairdresser. Wearing heels, she was an inch or two taller than me.

She took my arm as we made our way to the dining room. Dinner was fabulous, as was our conversation.

She was born in Brooklyn, NY. Her maiden name was Rabinowicz. Her first husband's name was Abrahms. "Gennaro, he was a rabbi. I couldn't stand it. I'm a Jew, but only celebrate the High Holy days. My husband insisted that we celebrate days that most Jews didn't even know were holy days. He drove me crazy."

"Muriel, you don't have to tell me all this."

"I know, but if we're going to see each other, you should know what you're getting into."

I guess she'd assumed that this wasn't just one date.

She continued, "my second husband died only a few years after we were married. My name then was Muriel Cantor, and I thought I'd carry it for the rest of my life. That is until I met Noah Seligmann. He swept me off my feet. I had stars in my eyes. Well, as you know, those stars didn't last long. What about you, Gennaro?"

"There's not much to tell. I'm forty-five-years-old and a widower. I was born in Italy, but came to the US as a child."

"Do you speak Italian."

"I do, but really English is my first language."

"I love to listen to Italian. Such a beautiful language."

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