First, I walked out of a restaurant. At the car, against a post in the parking lot, he kissed me and said I needed to be his woman. I had until five to agree. I waited until almost five when I almost lost it and went into his office and said yes I’d be his woman on one condition. He said no conditions. That’s how come I became his woman.
A year later when Harvey hit, my place was under water and I got evacuated to the conference center. I hot him on the phone to come and get me. He made it like three hours later. In the car he told me now I had to be a real woman. Sex and everything.
He took me north to Dallas to sit out the loss of electricity. When we got back It took a week to get things to normal. My apartment wasn’t livable. So between him needing a real woman, and me not having where to live, I had to let him. I never figured on it, having to be ‘the real woman’. Damn, he took it out on me. I didn’t walk straight. Being a ‘woman’ wasn’t in my make up. Damn it hurt, got me a new asshole.
I’m doing better now, he likes me in long hair and earrings. He likes me in frilly underwear. He likes me doing laundry.
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