I went to college, started to be a teacher, but changed to Women's Studies. After graduation I was working the job I had during college, selling retail.

After three years of going nowhere, still in retail, I agreed to interview for a receptionist job suggested by the placement service. This was a huge step down for me, going on an interview as a receptionist. But it paid better and had much better benefits after the 90 day probationary period, and had better hours.

I failed the interview.

Two weeks later the HR lady who interviewed me asked me if I would be interested in another job, as an administrative assistant. I agreed to go to the interview, and she told me that it wasn't with the company itself, but the Chairman was looking for an administrative assistant for his daughter. The pay was the same, and they offered insurance, and the hours were better than retail.

I interviewed with him, and he sent me to see his daughter to see if she liked me. She was 29, and she needed a personal assistant? To do what? Babysit her? I was insulted, she was everything you can think of about being spoiled. But I took the job.

I helped her with everything, from helping her pick what to wear, to her mail, to dealing with the large number of idiots that called her. After a while I understood why she needed help, and I became very protective of her and her privacy. One day, months after I started she kissed me on the cheek and said thank you. Another time, also months after I started she asked me to help her with her make up, to make her look pretty for me. What I liked. I not only dealt with all the outside issues, I shopped with her, from gifts for social commitments, to her underwear.

I fell in love with her, totally and completely in love with her.

On this one occasion we were downtown and we had to cross a busy street and she took my hand and we walked across together, we didn't let go until well down the street. At a wedding she asked me go with her, we dressed up, and she spent the entire wedding with me, introducing me to her lifelong friends and the parents of all her friends. And we danced, out there in front of everyone, and she told me she had never had more fun.

One day, at her office in her house, we had to dance around each other, and she leaned her forehead against mine, and rubbed my nose with hers, and she asked me to tell her something to make her happy. I told her that I was in love with her and I kissed her lips.

It was some time later when we were in the car going downtown to a meeting, that she let me put my hand on hers and just hold it. She whispered to me that the chauffer could not hear us but he could see us, so to be careful, but she didn't take her hand away.

We escaped for lunch and went to this lunch place with booths. She told me that if I had told her the truth. I said yes, I was in love with her. She said if I really meant it, I had to say that in front of her father, because her father did not know about us. It was her first reference to 'us'. I asked her if she loved me, and she said of course she did, hadn't I noticed? Was I blind?

We sat with her parents and she told them, and I acknowledged it. Her father's comment was that it wasn't a surprise, considering her behavior. That was it.

I took her to my parents, I told them. I was told how sick I was, and that they never wanted to hear that again, my brother told me that he should have let his friend fuck me when I was still in high school, my girlfriend was told she wasn't welcome in their house, my brother calls me a pussy eater, my mother calls me a whore and my father calls me a God Damned queer.