I was Eighteen When my dad married Jane. Mom died when I was Ten. My mom and dad adopted me at age two. My biological mother died in childbirth. My biological father died in a work accident when I was a year old. With no family to take me, I became a ward of the state until I was adopted. Jane is a lovely woman of color. She has a kind smile and warm brown eyes. She wears her black hair tied back in a ponytail. Her complexion is light and glowing. Since my dad passed eighteen months ago, things things have been a bit difficult for Jane.
Jane is tall and stocky. She’s always been very kind to me. I’m Jack, when I turned twenty-one, my relationship with Jane changed. She became more affectionate towards me. I’m short, only 5’5″. Jane towers over me. She’s 6’7″ and is forty-five.
Jane asked me one day to move some things around in the attic to make some room. I went to move a medium sized trunk and tripped. The trunk crashed with a loud thud and broke open. I lay there breathing hard. “Dammit, I go into burning buildings and rescue people, and I trip while moving a trunk!” I said to myself. I heard Jane running up to the attic calling out. “Jack are you alright, what happened!?” I looked over to to see three nails sticking out. The trunk contents scattered on the floor.
I got myself up and started picking up what spilled. “Hmmm, leather suit, whips, handcuffs, gags, wow” I thought to myself as put them back.
I looked up to see my stepmom Jane watching me.
“I see you found my trunk.”, Jane just smiled with a twinkle in her brown eyes.
“Yours Jane, really?”
“I had to pay for college somehow. C’mon let’s go down and have a beer and talk Jack.”
Jane asked me to move back in the house. She was lonely with my dad being gone. She worked from home as an editor for a publishing company. She felt it made no sense for me to pay for an apartment when there was plenty of room here. I was on the fire department, and what I was paying in rent, I could pay Jane. It made sense.
“I know you’re dying to ask me about the trunk Jack.” Jane was staring at me laughing.
“I fixed the lock and sealed the trunk. I fixed the nails I tripped on too.” I was trying to steer away from this topic. Jane was enjoying my unease. I could tell by her grin.
“Okay, I’ll bite, were you a gentle dominatrix or a rough one?”
“I did both depending on the client. But I preferred the gentle dominatrix personally.”
“I think gentleness suits you better Jane, It would me as a client.”
“Oh really Jack?”
“Opps, a Freudian slip.” I was blushing now.
“Yeah right.” Jane took my hand and looked into my eyes as she said it.
I moved back and things were going well. We fell into an easy routine.
I had to admit it was nice to have someone to come home to. Also Jane and I would have interesting conversations on a variety of topics.
One evening I came home from a date early and angry. I removed my jacket and tie and tossed them in frustration. “I am so sick of dating, and all the shallow people!” I said to myself. I heard Jane coming out of her bedroom. She had on light blue pajamas and matching robe. She looked lovely.