"Oh, honey, I am so nervous about this!"
"There is nothing to be worried about, every bride is assessed. My mom was, your mom was. Every married woman is assessed."
"But my mom died so early. I feel like I don't know enough or that my domestic skills aren't up to snuff."
"You had Mrs. Fields, that neighbor woman who took you under her wing. You'll do fine!"
"I really hope you are right, honey!"
"What's the worst that could happen?"
"We both know that, husband. If I fail my assessment, the assessor can dissolve our marriage!"
"That WON'T happen baby, you'll do great!"
"That's easy for you to say, you don't have to spend an entire week with the assessor.''
'Appraisals take time, love. Do everything the assessor says to the best of your abilities and you will do fine!"
"Oh, honey, I'd give anything to have your confidence."
"Shush, darling and kiss me." And that is just what the pretty blonde wife did. She and her tall and dark sawmill worker exchanged kisses for a long time before he swept her up in his arms and toted her to the bedroom. Their subsequent lovemaking was very sweet indeed. Samuel always made Mae feel like a queen and she tingled from their lovemaking for a long time.
The next morning, the wife of only a year, was in the stagecoach being transported three towns over. Brides were never assessed in their hometowns for a myriad of reasons. She fondled her travel pass; made sure her identification was in proper order before adjusting her bonnet. On the knee of her ankle length dress she balanced her copy of "The Bride's Guide to Assessment." Frankly, the book only exasperated her sense of ill ease. There was so much it didn't reveal! Her town was so small, that it had no assessors, so Mae had never encountered the process first-hand. Never the most confident of women, Mae was convinced she was doomed to failure. Even now, in her head, she could hear the assessor informing her that she had failed. To be parted from Samuel! To be sent to a remedial wife center and then to be assigned to a new man, one willing to take her despite her earlier domestic and emotional failures! No! Her and Samuel's love was too strong and too pure to fall to capricious fate. Mae would do all she could. As the book advised, "Obey your assessor implicitly!" She would take that dictum to heart.
May turned her attention from the book to the view out the window. Only once had she been this far from home and that was when she was a young girl and could not appreciate it fully. The landscape was beautiful, well-tended farms beneath wooded hills. The stage arrived at the town closest to her own. As the horses were exchanged, Mae went into the station to use the necessary. She hurried back to her seat as fast as she could. Failing to show up at the assessor's house promptly was a sure recipe for failure!
Other passengers entered the stage. There was a salesman with a sample case who winked at May. A soldier on furlough who's stares in Mae's direction made her uncomfortable. There was also another woman carrying a travel pass and the "Bride's Guide." "Surely, it not her first assessment?" thought Mae.
She broached the subject with the attractive, redhaired older woman.
"Tenth-year assessment, darling. This is my third go-around. It should be a piece of cake, provided my assessor is not a jerk!"
"This is my first time," confessed Mae.
"You didn't have to tell me, it's blindingly obvious! I was as nervous as you are my first time as well. The first assessment is the hardest, but you will learn so much about yourself and how to please a man, that you will remember it all your days."
"But what if I fail?"
The redhead laughed, "How are your cooking and baking skills?"
"Not bad."
"Do you follow instructions easily?"
"Most of the time."
"Do you love your husband to the point that you would do anything to keep him?"
"Absolutely!"
The redhead smiled at Mae and said, "You'll do fine then, girl!"
Mae suddenly felt much better. She really paid attention when the stage arrived at its second destination. This town was larger than her own. It looked like it had TWO opera houses in the downtown square! The local bank was a much more imposing edifice than the one she and Samuel were patrons of at home. She knew her final destination would be in a town even larger; she could scarce imagine so large a metropolis!
Certainly, it was large. The scale of her final destination was almost overwhelming. When Mae arrived at the station a message from the assessor was waiting for her. The young bride's first task would be following the map and making her way through the warren of streets to the assessor's home. Mae studied the map carefully. It looked less intimidating the more she pored over it. After a moment of panic in the unfamiliar streets, she bore down. Following the map and its plain instructions to the letter, she found herself, after a three-quarters-of-an-hour trek, in front of a handsome edifice. The charming house was surrounded by a low white fence. Trying to stifle her nerves, Mae opened the gate and strode up to the front door and rang the bell.
A moment later, a dark, attractive middle-aged man stood in the open doorway.
"Assessor, Reynolds? I am Mae Stevens."
"Ah yes, the bride of one year! You are right on time. Enter."
Mae stepped into the house which she found neat and tidy and well furnished.
"I must check your ID, Mrs. Stevens. Please hand me your papers and place your right hand on this fingerprint reader."
Mae did as the assessor asked. How hard could this first test be? She knew who she was and who would masquerade as her? He carefully checked her picture and her fingerprints on the card with those on the reader. Only after he was satisfied that Mae was the genuine article did he address her once more.
"Very good, Mrs. Stevens, May I call you Mae?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Very good. Shall we begin, Mae?"
The pretty blonde nodded.
The assessor presented her with a box. "This contains your assessment attire. I shall leave the room for fifteen minutes. Take out the contents of this box, then take off everything you are wearing and fold it neatly in the empty box. After that, put on your assessment attire. I will come in and inspect you when the fifteen minutes are up whether you are fully dressed or not. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir!"
The tall handsome man strode out of the room. Mae watched him leave then froze for a moment before she chastened herself for dawdling and opened the box. Inside was lovely rose-patterned fabric but the dress itself was incredibly short! "Why this will expose nearly the entirety of my legs!" she said in shock. Still, she saw no possibility that this was some sort of cruel joke. She removed the rest of the contents of the box and then proceeded to divest herself of her clothing. Off came the sunbonnet. Her feet came out of the ankle-high shoes. She began to unbutton the long dress. For a moment she stood there in her underwear, corset, and stockings. She unhooked the stockings from her garter and rolled them down and off her exquisitely turned legs. She froze for a long moment. The next move meant partial nudity and then full nudity! She unlaced her front opening corset, freeing her prodigious bust. Gasping for air, she quickly stepped out of her step-ins and garter belt. For a moment she stood there, a blonde vision of loveliness while she sorted through the unfamiliar assessment clothes. Mae was one of those women unaware of their own beauty. Oh, she knew she was pretty, but she did not see what others saw in her. The nude woman was beyond stunning. Her golden hair was long and straight, her face, which could have come off a china doll was worthy of a great master's portrait, with brilliant blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and carmine lips. Her long neck gave way to graceful collar bones and an ample bust. Each breast was surmounted by a light brown areola and a chance pink nipple. Her ribs flared to a narrow waist and long, graceful legs, the blonde thatch of womanhood, demonstrated that she came by her blonde locks naturally. Her feet were small and dainty with high arches and pretty little toes. Mae gasped for air before proceeding.
On went the lacy step-ins. On went the lacy bandeau. On went the dress. Seeing it fall only to mid-thigh once again shocked Mae, perhaps worse than that, it was ridiculously tight, fitting her torso almost like a second skin. Lastly, she stepped into the white kid boots. There was also a straw hat which Mae supposed was protection from the sun when she was out of doors. Mae shivered at that thought. To be seen in public in something so revealing, it just wasn't decent! Mae thought some more the assessor had told her to remove everything. Mae assumed that meant the many pins in her hair. Just as she had chased the last one down and her straw-yellow hair fell to the middle of her back, the assessor returned.
"My, aren't you a pretty one!" he said enthusiastically before ordering Mae to come to attention.
He paced a circle around Mae several times. She felt extremely uncomfortable with so much of her exposed.
"I see that you did not follow my instructions to the letter, Mae," he said while gesturing to the large gold ring on the third finger of her left hand.
Mae's eyes grew large and imploring.
"If you fail your assessment Mae, your wedding ring will be melted down to pay your passage to the nearest remedial wife school. While you must surrender it now, it WILL be returned to you once your assessment is completed; provided of course that you pass."
He extended his right palm towards Mae who swallowed heavily and, with tears in her eyes, twisted off the ring that had not left her hand since her wedding day. She emitted a soft sob when she saw the assessor's fingers grasp it, hiding it from view. He placed it atop her clothes in the box which he then picked up. He left the rattled Mae alone in the front room while he took all her worldly possessions and secreted them somewhere else in his large house. A moment later her returned.
