And she viewed me as much less than herself.And there was no going back.In retrospect, I can understand her psychology a bit. She had been raised in a... household where her father and brothers put down and even despised "faggots," and she had been socialized to hold those cultural views at a deep ingrained level. Those men in her family were probably, like most homophobes, closet homosexuals, and so somehow their hate was laced with a barely hidden eroticism. Nikki had picked up on that,. Bill was sure she saw him turn read when she placed that teasing undertone on the word "trouble." He felt like she stepped from the pages of one of the Female Supremacy magazines that he kept hidden in the garage. He wanted to kneel before her, hold her foot like it was a jewel from heaven, promise her that he'll be her slave forever. He'd do anything, anything for her as long as she'd allow him to kiss that perfect 20 year-old ass.The interview was a formality, really, just a tease. Once she. She was really friendly and had steaming coffee waiting for me after I fixed the car. We chatted about her coming home at lunchtime and it led to me confessing an attraction to her then. We laughed it off. As time went on she seemed to call on me more and I began to think some of the faults were excuses to see me. One weekend my wife was away with her friend for the weekend. I settled for the evening and was soon disturbed by the phone. Hi, could you pop round,The TV is on the blink. I could do. Usually she’s right on top of this kind of stuff so not hearing or seeing any glimpse of knowledge from her all week long started becoming depressing.All day at work I was wondering if she’d actually forgotten about it. Today was Friday and the kids we’re at my in-laws until Sunday. I figured she might be throwing a party for me on Sunday but I would have had at least a clue of something. I usually don’t make a big deal out of my birthday; hell, I’m in my thirties. But she always does.