Real Stories - May 2005

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On several occasions, I drove her to her lessons and waited for her (she refused to allow me to return home and pick her up after her lesson). I had to sit beside the dance floor and maintain eye contact with her at all times, and if she even thought I was daydreaming she would publicly scold me after the lesson. The scoldings, with statements like "I didn't know there was anything in this room more worthy of your attention than I", or "And just where was your mind this evening? Obviously you had better things to think about than I" were nearly always delivered within earshot of her friend and classmate Sarah, an always well-coiffed and tanned businesswoman, who obviously approved. Sarah was stunning, a self-made executive at a shoe company, drove a Z3 sports car, and always viewed me with a devious and probing smile. Well in her forties, she had a mature, commanding presence that naturally demanded respect, and was softly spoken but sensually powerful. Given Anna’s difficulty with keeping secrets, it is highly likely that Sarah knew all the details of my role in our relationship. Secretly, I fantasized about being loaned to Sarah, not in a sexual context, but simply because she seemed so naturally domineering. I dreamed of a morning spent moving her lawn, cleaning her house, and washing her car, followed by an afternoon do tingly carrying her purchases around the mall and being attentive in every way. Certainly she would find fault with me and punish me; Anna, noticing whatever marks Sarah left on my behind, would add her own as punishment for having disappointed her friend.