Shirley

Shirley had ideas. Soaked in scotch. Soaked in rum. Shirley had all kinds of ideas on how to change her life. Countless ideas on how to improve her life. All these ideas spun in her head each night as she sat on her couch while she drank and smoked. Every night after work she would drink at home unless she was meeting a friend at a bar. For hours she would drink scotch or rum and the world would soften around her while her ideas danced brilliantly in her head. Most nights, she rarely made it to her bed and fell asleep on the couch.

For the last 30 years, Shirley worked as a receptionist for various law firms and accounting firms. For 25 years it was the same old, same old, and she knew there had to be something more, something better. Something new to do with her life. She always tried to take stock of herself in order to know her strengths and weaknesses.

The one thing Shirley knew she could do quite well was draw a man’s attention. Men of all ages were attracted to her. She always got their attention. It had been that way since she was 15.

It’s a matter of attitude, and I got plenty of that she often told herself.

Shirley also knew how to dress. Even at the age of 51, she was still able to keep her thin figure and she always wore clothes that showed off her slim waist, her long shapely legs, and her firm ass and breasts. Even her face looked young. She could easily pass for 35. “It’s a matter of good genetics,” she often told people.

She always dressed in black. Black dresses, black skirts, black slacks, black sweaters, and black hosiery. Her long blonde hair tumbled in thick curls to her shoulders, a sharp contrast with her black clothes. And she would decorate her body as much as possible. Heavy silver bracelets on her wrists, thick silver rings on her fingers, maroon lipstick, maroon nail polish, and primitive tattoo markings wrapping from her wrists to her biceps. The only real evidence of her age could be told by her hands. They were weathered and thick, and ropey blue veins circulated along her hands and fingers.