Chapter 9 Penny, the Wayward Cowgirl

I can't recall where I met her. Either the DI or at the YMCA, but in any event she was an eye catcher. She did the aerobics thing at the YMCA and I could have watched her all night. I don't remember much about the chase only that in short order we were going out or meeting each other here and there. She was married to a Cowboy, who did the Team Roping thing with his brother. He was obviously on the road a lot, which I think is why she decided to run the range rather than stay home in the corral. She was not too happy. Her hubby and brother-in-law did the team roping thing hither-an-yon across Oklahoma and Texas. That gave her a lot of time to meet and greet. We would go to Tulsa and on occasion meet at the DI to dance or go out to dinner. We preferred Tulsa where the likelihood of running into someone who knew us was a lot less. On one fourth of July she got brazen enough to ask me along to an Osage Hills ranch for a Fourth of July party. The only hitch was on arrival, the wife of the host was my branch secretary a gal named Lee Ann Fronkier. I know that she isn't married to Mr. Fronkier any more, because I currently work with his nephew in Houston. Small world, wot? In the event, Lee Ann being a barrel rider herself just smiled and shook her head. Her knowing me, Penny and the husband, she could easily put two and two together. The thing about Penny was she dressed like a million dollars no matter what she was doing. . She wore those little French socks with strap heels that were so popular with some of the ladies in the Eighties. Very very sexy woman. She had a killer figure under that long blonde hair of hers the whole package was just too much to resist. We only spent one night together, it was a rainy rainy night and I remember I had to get up to put the top up on my car. We were at her place which with married women has always made me very nervous. But for some reason she wanted it there. Maybe a comfort factor or something more kinky, but nerve wracking for me. I recall that later we had this long talk later that pretty much ended the relationship. What it boiled down to was she didn't want to leave her husband unless she had someone in the wings. That turned out to be a common thing with women in Bartlesville (see Diane D.). I told her that if she wanted to leave him, that was fine, but not to do it on account of me or with the expectation that she would jump from marriage to him to something like that with me. I found out later that she had hooked up with a young guy who belonged to a moneyed family northeast of town. These were the same young men that had the big jet boat out at Birch Lake during the early Eighties. The trouble was the daughter of a former co-worker of mine was seeing the guy and the older Penny, probably swept him off his feet and got him to marry her. So she found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow after all. Personally I think that the younger gal would have been a better catch. She was AmerAsian and quite the dish. I use to see her at the pool and in the Phillips gym when she was in high school.