In 1968 I was honorably discharged from the United States Army after a two year stint which included a tour in Vietnam. I was not a war hero and was very thankful that I was able to return healthy to the country that I loved. I was not raised in a wealthy family by any means and I was glad to land a good job upon my discharge. My name is James Monroe, I am Caucasian, stand 5'9", and weigh about 175 pounds.
I had saved some money while in Vietnam since there really weren't any places to shop while there and coupled with my new job I had a few thousand dollars in the bank. I was planning to settle down, be in the work force, and buy a house as I hoped to find a nice wife who would give me a few children. I hoped to find a nice, pretty young lady who had nice legs and was also looking for a family. I love pretty legs on a woman, legs that I could enjoy by touching them and rubbing the smoothness and maybe kiss and worship.
I had been working at my job for several years and had a hefty bank account with close to one hundred thousand dollars in it. I enjoyed several sports and with the money I had saved was able to go to many ballgames even in other cities. I was buying a beautiful split level home and was anxious to find Miss Right.
One day as I was at the bank to make a deposit a gorgeous black woman was in line behind me. When I finished I turned quickly and accidentally bumped into her. She stood about 6' tall and was wearing a short dress that exposed a pair of the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. I apologized for my clumsiness and she said to me, "If you are serious about being sorry I can accept your apology over lunch."
I replied to her, "I would really enjoy that. My name is James Monroe. What's your name"?
"My name is Patricia Williams, friends call me Trish. I would like to go to lunch at the Italian restaurant down the street, your treat."
"I would like that too," I replied.
Trish said to me, "For now that will be fine but in the future it only matters what I want."
I looked into her lovely eyes for a few seconds and submissively and softly said, "Okay."
As we walked to the eatery Trish told me that I must always stay to her left side and one half step behind her. "Do you understand," she asked.
"Yes."