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I was managing a CD, record and tape shop in the late 1980s. I pretty much ran the joint alone and the profits were pretty good. As a matter of fact I was so busy at times that I had to hire someone to open the store in the morning, so I could concentrate on buying inventory. I worked until 6 from Monday through Saturday and did the closing and deposits.

The girl I hired worked at the radio station from 3 until 7, giving her plenty of time to travel between both jobs. Wendy was a big fan of the Nashville Network and loved watching the country videos and interviews. I was more into Classic Rock, but I did enjoy the newer style of country. Wendy was 22 years old and built like a brick shithouse. She was not slim, but not heavy by any means. She sure filled out a pair of blue jeans in all the right places. She had 36DD tits that I just couldn't keep my eyes off of, a slimmer waist, brown shoulder length hair and deep hazel eyes. She had moved a thousand miles from home after graduating from broadcast college. She had only been in the city for about a month. Her knowledge of virtually every genre of music was a definite asset as was her positive attitude and friendliness towards customers. Wendy was a real people person. We got along very well, which didn't hurt at all.

I really liked Wendy's honesty and forthrightness. A sharp contrast to my marriage to a lying, cheating, bad tempered woman that came to an end, when I caught her in bed with a man 30 years her senior. She didn't want me or the children and signed over full custody of our three girls, the oldest was 5 and the twins were 3 at the time, so she could live with her new, more financially stable boyfriend. She even had the audacity to ask me for the children's family allowance cheque to help her out . I said no.

I had to have my Mom come to look after the girls while I was at work during the day, but it could not be a long term solution. It turned out to be 2 years. Luckily, her and Dad lived in town.

A few weeks later. Wendy told me that she had been moved to a different time slot and had to quit working with me at the store. I was very bummed out to see her leave, but I understood that radio was her career. She said she would miss me and gave me such a nice hug the day she left. My cock made quite an impression on my pants. Little me was sad to see Wendy go too.

I hired another girl to fill the void at work. She was quite a bit older but very adequate. However, she was no Wendy.

A few weeks went by and Wendy called me and made me a proposition. She knew about my Mom looking after the girls. She offered to look after my kids after school in exchange for my spare bedroom. She explained that her rent was going up and that she couldn't really afford it, without having two jobs. I wholeheartedly agreed and she moved in within a week. Mom still watched the twins at her house in the morning and took them to Kindergarten in the afternoon, but she finally got to cook for Dad again.

Wendy worked until 3 everyday and then picked up my girls at 3:30. She hung around with them, played games, fed them dinner (Wendy was a great cook) and got them ready for bed by the time I got home. My kids loved Wendy. She was fun, cheery and loved to be around the girls, unlike their mother.

Once I was home, Wendy helped me get them to bed and then we would watch The Nashville Network together until 11 or so. We were becoming close and soon were stealing glances at each other while we were watching TV.

Wendy would come shopping with me and the girls on her days off. Sometimes, she took the girls out for ice cream or to the park to play. She was getting attached to my kids and we were starting to get attached to each other.

One night, I wasn't feeling that well and headed to bed early. I got into bed and was about to pull up the covers when Wendy knocked and walked in. She felt my forehead, bent down and gave me a big hug, told me to feel better and kissed me goodnight. I didn't sleep much until I masturbated thinking about making love to her.

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