Lesbian Female / 25
Leaches, Hand Outs, Thieves Of The Worst Kind
After college my advisor introduced me to a lady who had the need for an assistant. Bookkeeping, cataloguing, company. She was the heir to a grand fortune and she had little interest in the back office. She also hated to go to functions alone. 32, single, never married. And kept herself away from personal involvements. Paranoid of being used. Like me she graduated from the same school, ten years earlier.
There was a lot of bookkeeping, a 'house', a 'city apartment', a 'place' in Maui. Travel, staff, general expenses, g*fts, charities, taxes. Then professional expenses, lawyers, CPA fees, Trust expenses, Architects, decorators. The lifestyle.
As mentioned, she hates going alone to functions, I went with her. She kept me close, 'don't leave me'. It was obvious after a few of these functions, everyone had their hand out. I suggested a movie, took her to the theatre, dresses like the plebian class. Took her to have pizza, one more single couple among many others. She attached easily, wanted to snuggle and get under the covers. A lot of pent up emotions. Making love? Having sex? What was it?
No question she wanted physical closeness, emotional closeness, and she was entirely focused on me. Sleep with her, eat with her, go out with her. She never called me an employee, staff, or anything touching on dependency. Always by first names, always long talks, in the living room, in her bedroom. It took months to become involved with her, to give in and go with it. To just make love, don't think about sex.
We did get married, in Maui. A garden affair. From looking for a job, to a job I never heard of, to falling in love with her, to getting married, two years, three months. Married into money, navigating outstretched hands, cutting off obvious leaches, cutting down professional expenses, rationalizing g*fts and donees. Museums, causes, you name it, no wonder she was uncomfortable around people. Yes I influenced her, cut off or down handouts. That's my job, what I signed on for.
It's not just money, it's her money. But if she gives it away it's no longer her money.
There was a lot of bookkeeping, a 'house', a 'city apartment', a 'place' in Maui. Travel, staff, general expenses, g*fts, charities, taxes. Then professional expenses, lawyers, CPA fees, Trust expenses, Architects, decorators. The lifestyle.
As mentioned, she hates going alone to functions, I went with her. She kept me close, 'don't leave me'. It was obvious after a few of these functions, everyone had their hand out. I suggested a movie, took her to the theatre, dresses like the plebian class. Took her to have pizza, one more single couple among many others. She attached easily, wanted to snuggle and get under the covers. A lot of pent up emotions. Making love? Having sex? What was it?
No question she wanted physical closeness, emotional closeness, and she was entirely focused on me. Sleep with her, eat with her, go out with her. She never called me an employee, staff, or anything touching on dependency. Always by first names, always long talks, in the living room, in her bedroom. It took months to become involved with her, to give in and go with it. To just make love, don't think about sex.
We did get married, in Maui. A garden affair. From looking for a job, to a job I never heard of, to falling in love with her, to getting married, two years, three months. Married into money, navigating outstretched hands, cutting off obvious leaches, cutting down professional expenses, rationalizing g*fts and donees. Museums, causes, you name it, no wonder she was uncomfortable around people. Yes I influenced her, cut off or down handouts. That's my job, what I signed on for.
It's not just money, it's her money. But if she gives it away it's no longer her money.
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