When I was 22 I was a cashier at a bank branch in a supermarket. A customer came in regularly, he was Hispanic around 40 or so, who withdrew several thousand dollars in cash. I found out he owned a lawn maintenance company and he paid his crews in cash. He always spoke in Spanish to me and as I was the only Spanish speaking cashier he always came to my window. Let me say I understood a lot more than I spoke, but I could get along.

One day as I was counting out his money, he told me he liked my chest. That I should let him touch my chest because he worked hard and he really needed a woman like me and he wanted me. My silence didn't stop him, he asked me when I got off work because his wife was in Mexico visiting her mother and he really wanted to give it to me and he wanted to take my breasts and eat them and then give it to me and show me what a man he was.

He just looked at me until I told him what time I got off, but that did not mean that I was going to go with him. He told me he would be waiting for me when I got off and he was going to take me out and he was going to take me and treat me like a woman.

When I got off work I walked out to the parking lot, he was standing under a tree beside his truck and I walked to him like a zombie, I got in like a zombie and when he touched my leg I didn't take his hand away, and when he put his arm around my neck and pulled me over and kissed me I didn't stop him. What was going to happen was going to happen.

We went to this small Mexican restaurant, he had several beers and he kept me beside him touching my hand, my shoulders, my thighs, and whispering into my ear that tonight was the night I was going to become his woman.

Sex was hard on me, he undressed me to look at me, he took my breasts in his hands and massaged them really hard and ate my nipples while he pushed his fingers up my vagina. There was no softness, no foreplay, just push me on the bed and get on me. When he was done he told me I was his woman. I finally got a voice and told him he was rough and he had hurt me and that I didn't think he should treat me like that. If was going to be his woman I needed to be treated better.

I had been dating a guy and one day when he came to pick me up the guy I was dating was there. There was an argument, almost a fight, until I told him I was his woman and that I wasn't going to talk to the other guy anymore. After that I was dropped off at work and I was picked up after work, I was dropped off to do groceries and he waited for me to finish, he took me to the mall and waited for me while I shopped. When I went to the doctor he waited for me, I didn't drive anywhere, he took me wherever I needed to go.

I stopped seeing single friends and my social life was centered around his now estranged wife, his kids, his mother. I got pregnant because that is what the other women wanted me to do, be like them and have kids. Once I had kids his mother accepted me as his woman. I asked him to get married to me but he and his wife were still not divorced. I had three kids before he finally got his papers in order with her and I got married. She lives with his mother and we are together most of the time.

I feel like his woman, I always have, from the first day I went with him. Being married to him doesn't change anything, not for me not for his kids not for his mother and not for his ex-wife. She is his woman too, ask her.
I don't even use his last name. she does.

I was an only child, raised by a single mother. I think about that sometimes when I am surrounded by so many people, my Spanish has improved a lot, at home that is all we speak. I still remember the shirt he was wearing that afternoon, as I walked across the parking lot to my man.