For A Young Woman He's Quite A Bit Older

I had been working for two months after college and a girls trip to Playa del Carmen came up where one of the girls had use of a time share. We met these guys there who wanted to party. They got very aggressive, wanted us to try some stuff they had on them. We all agreed to break off and go back to the condo. Things got ugly after that. I woke up in a clinic, 'poisoned'. The other girls got off better.

Many months later, back safe at home I told the story to one person. He listened intently. He wasn't nice, he was all business. What had been a story became an interrogation. When he was done with me, I was terrified. And warned to keep my mouth shut. Uh, forcibly. I spent the weekend alone. The following week he came by my workstation to ask for my passport. Three days later I landed in Paris.

I was interrogated there, no one telling me why. He shadowed me everywhere, still he showed me Paris. Maybe because it was Paris he got in my head and I couldn't shake him. He always smiled, was gentle with me, lifted my chin to look into my eyes. A school girl crush became a deep love affair. What is only talked about at slumber parties was real life for me. I went on another trip, this time to Singapore. It was tourist things, sometimes alone when he went to meetings.

La di da di da, and I was married.

I'm not one to complain, I'm 'taken care of'. He takes me here and there, sometimes odd places. Algiers? Montecarlo? Land of milk and honey. Over there where the nights are days and the days are nights I conceived a baby. Now I wait by the fireside for my Mr. to get here. He convinced me that Clara was a good name for the baby.

I have no idea what he does, it's not what his 'job' is.