When A Man Chases You, You Slow Down And Let Him Catch You

After a hard fall in status and financial condition I was living in a rented room working at an art supply store. A customer, buying for his daughter in a summer art program offered to let me tutor her. She was eleven, I was 28, a failed Fine Arts graduate artist. I got paid more per hour than in the store. As he got to know me he offered to help me get on my feet, by offering me a reception job where he worked. 20 an hour plus full benefits.

Do the math, that's 40k a year, compared with 17k at the store. I also got a loaner, his mother's older Buick, low miles in good condition. He wanted me to take his daughter to the local museums, to go with her to a cooking class, to teach her makeup. And, to help her earn her fairy wings when she started menstruation.

Three years later, I was working in the customer service department at 65k a year, living with him and his daughter. He assigned me to take her through the teen years, and sleep with him at night. I had blended in, and didn't question my luck, I truly adopted his daughter and was more than happy to sleep with him. Sex was part of the deal, but not a buggy. I found it was easy.

Five years after being hired to be her tutor he announced we might as well get married. It was so easy, to wear a ring and become a Mrs. Once married I asked if I could stay home, my stepdaughter was turning sixteen, needed careful watching, not to mention non stop after school activities.

I'm not complaining, far from it. He most probably always planned in putting me in his bed at night. But these things happen, a man with a woman in the house will eventually pursue her. A woman who is scared, needy and with no options gladly gives her body to him, praying he'll keep her. Marriage is the ultimate bonus.

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