age, I wanted to be kissed. I wanted to be fondled and made love to.
It was a new day and a new time, and he was so rich that he didn’t give a damn who talked. Then one night he kissed me. It wasn’t a life shattering kiss. It was a soft kiss on the lips as he locked eyes with me and asked me to marry him. I thought it was a great chance to get out of my small town and I said yes to him. Just like that.
He had always been kind and generous. I looked around and considered my prospects in this small town. There was Darrell who was handsome and had been popular in high school but he still lived with his mother. And he would still go back to school and look in the cafeteria windows, and he was all of twenty-two still looking around for some young girl he could fool.
And Bo he was always the class clown. He had a job but he would lose it every other week. And the list went on until I couldn’t see any reason not to accept Randall’s proposal.
I didn’t see anyone that I would have been interested in marrying but him. He promised me that he would take me all around the world and shower me with everything I ever wanted just marry him. And I did. He made good on his promises. All but one. We toured Italy, rode in his yacht. I saw the Eiffel Tower and visited Spain for the Running of the Bulls, and never once did he touch me except to give me a kiss on the lips.
He claimed that he was saving me for our wedding night. I didn’t questioned it because I wasn’t ready to have sex and we weren’t married yet. As Tammy had said, “You aren’t ready for a man like him.”
Tonight is our wedding night and I had high hopes for this night. I packed my most seductive night gown one with white see through lace and I bought a box of thongs from Victoria Secret. As I was undressing for our trip, he came into my room and asked everyone to leave. Then he said, “We have to fly to Seattle. There is turmoil in my business, and I will make it up to you on a later date. I have a house there and we will be staying there until I settle things at my company.”
I didn’t argue with him. I flew to Seattle that night with him on his private jet. We arrived after midnight in Seattle. The entire time on the jet I was isolated in a cabin and he was busy on his computer and phone, and discussing business with his staff. The change in time zones had me out of it.
He woke me up, brought me off the jet, and into a limo. Then we traveled the distance to his or our home. He had chosen a more elaborate home than the one in Long Island. He explicitly stated that everything he had belonged to me, yet I had to go through him to get money for all my needs.
“You don’t need to worry about anything, all that will be taken care of,” he said when I asked for an allowance for groceries and toiletries. “There are people I pay for services and to take care of the estate,” he said to me. “And I will hire you a limo driver and body guard.”
“Why do I need a bodyguard?” I asked a bit confused.
“I’m a very wealthy man and once people know that you are my wife, you may be a target.” But later I learned that that was not exactly the truth.
I had to make myself busy because there was nothing I could do. Before I would cook my own meals, but now I had someone to do that for me. I would wash my clothes, go to the store and shop, but Randall had someone to do all of that. With lots of time on my hands, I decided that I should go to college, and I presented the idea to him and he said, “Why do you need to go to college? All you will do is make yourself vulnerable to outside forces. I can’t protect you in a university.”
Nineteen and married to a man whom I’ve never slept with, nineteen and I can’t do anything for myself, nineteen and I will be a prisoner for the rest of my life, I thought.
Now I knew I had made a mistake, and I had to get the hell out of there.
I had no friends, and finally I welcomed the idea of a bodyguard. At