John Kennedy and Bill Clinton weren’t the only ones. Hanky-panky happens wherever two or three are gathered together. I worked at a place where the sex drive must have come from the water. It seemed like everybody was on the make. The department director carried on an open affair with a subordinate manager of another department. He had it all: kids, beautiful wife, and a well-paying job. We couldn’t believe he’d risk it all. In the same department Mr. A used to leer through the copy room venetian blinds at Ms. B in her low cut dresses. Another manager of the director, Mr. C, hired Mr. D in order to seduce him, but D didn’t like C because C was old and fat. It was like a baseball game; you needed a program just to keep up if that was your thing.
You’d think risky behavior would make people more discrete, but more often it doesn’t. I worked at another place where its homosexuals were more than proud of their new found status. One annual assignment of mine was to inventory expensive ergonomic chairs; so I got around a lot. I knew many people by the appearance of their work stations. In the case of the homosexual caseworkers, their desks were strewn with pictures of their cute little dogs or cats, the latest Act Up newspaper clippings, and photos of their lovers resplendent in their whips, chains, and studded black leather vests. They want the world to know. Whatever happened to boy meets girl?
I also worked at a larger corporation where the personnel director had two of the most beautiful secretaries a man could imagine: a stunning blond who usually wore a micro skirt or hot pants (on the job) and a brunette famous among the common workers for her cleavage. I was surprised to learn the real action came not in his office, but in the board room after hours by those whose station in life was less elevated. In another department it was common for supervisors to seduce their female subordinates in exchange for easier assignments or overtime never rendered. Of course, if it was a case of sexual domination and exploitation, the situation became sexual harassment. I sympathize with Feminists and others on their stand against sexual harassment. As an employee both in the civilian world and in the military, I’ve gone through many training sessions only to find out that in 99% of the cases, it’s the boss who should have been in the class - up front.
So who hasn’t sent flowers to the girl down the hall? I’ve seen good marriages come of it. The old timers did it by playing by the rules and being discrete. Sex in the work place then was not always a case of outrageous, immoral, illegal, or marriage-ending behavior. Nor was it a case of going on a swinging safari at the employer’s expense. Maybe sexual misbehavior didn’t spring from the water after all. Perhaps it was just a personal choice made easier by an America captivated by the moral license of the Left.
