First Steps

When I met my wife I never imagined I would marry her or anyone for that matter. I was 20 years old and working for a temp agency doing office work. In high school I had a few dates, but girls always treated me more like a friend. I was a virgin.

The woman I now call Miss Emily was lovely and smart. She was 28 and a lawyer at a small firm. I worked at her firm for three months. I didn't realize it till later but she took control of me almost from my first day. She would correct my work and ask me to explain how I could do better. Praise would come in the form of hearing her say, "good boy."

On days I had no contact with her I felt like something was missing. I found I craved her correction as much as her praise. Looking back now it seems obvious she knew it, too. At the time I just wanted her attention.

On my last day she took me to lunch. She was very nice and I was blushing and could barely speak. She told me I was avery special boy and that she wanted me to come to her house for dinner on Saturday night.

There was no way I could have said no. She laughed when I blurted out my yes to her invitation.

That first date was when my training began. Miss Emily cooked but I did the dishes while she waited in her den. She even had me wear an apron I later found out was called a pinafore.

My life had changed and I didn't even know what was happening. I felt lucky that she would spend her time on me.