Becoming a Slave
The day I met my future husband was the day he took my virginity and made me his slave. I can still remember even the tiniest details about that day, even though it was over 30 years ago. I was early spring, just before what was then known as "Easter Vacation." I could describe the weather, the exact hue of blue in the sky, the sounds, even the smells in the air. But you wouldn't be interested in that. I was a sophomore in high school, not a particularly outstanding student, nor a popular...