CHAPTER 1: Just Two Kids

My wife Phyllis and I first meet back when we're in high school. Our meeting isn't because of some romantic thing. Phyllis is a student in the same graduating class that I'm in and she's been given an assignment to keep me eligible for the football team. Keeping me eligible for the football team means seeing that I pass English class. I can't pass English due to some unknown problem I have with ol' Hatchet Face who teaches my English class. Phyllis, on the other hand, is ol' Hatchet Face's pet.

Coach figures that Phyllis will do better than I can with ol' Hatchet Face .

Hell, I figure that almost anyone can do better than I'm doing. So Phyllis and I wind up spending quite a bit of time together.

Phyllis 'gives me help' with my English class work. The help Phyllis gives me consists of her writing my themes for me. In order to write my English themes for me and get them past ol' Hatchet Face, Phyllis has to learn quite a bit about me. Apparently her character study pays off, because I start to get passing grades for 'my' English themes. There will be another major impact on my life due to the time I spend with Phyllis, but I don't realize it at the time.

When we first meet, I see that Phyllis has a pretty face. However, she also has a sort of stick figure girl shape and I'm heavy into tits, at that time. Since Phyllis doesn't have it up front, back then, I'm not really interested in her as a girl.

What I don't see, or at least don't realize at the time, is the Phyllis beyond the pretty but painfully thin girl.

Phyllis and I each come from poor families.

My family is just plain white trash on the way to Hell. Not knowing any better, I would have gone happily down the same path except I'm a big sports star and I can use my on field glory to get valuable things off the sports field as well. I begin to get summer jobs with alumni early on. Even though I'm a big high school football star, I still have to actually work to earn the money I get paid. I do manage to get a stream of mechanic jobs with alumni owned companies. My summer jobs develop skills that serve me well later on.

Phyllis comes from a 'clean poor' family. Her father is a hard worker who doesn't really have any job skills. Her mother is a hard working, church going lady who probably instilled into Phyllis the idea of hard work as a path to a good future. Phyllis may not have had money or shape early on, but she was always scrubbed clean and wore freshly pressed, if not very stylish, clothes. Phyllis is smart, organized and always on top of things. She's a hard working girl, who's loyal if she's treated right.

Since I'm the big high school football star, I have a lot of experience with the girls who only want to date 'Tall Paul,' the football star. It's fun for me to play the little high school social games with the top chicks in the school. However, I gradually come to the decision that I'm going to need something more than a pretty face for a wife, if I'm to make anything of myself.

Being just white trash, I have a lot to learn before I can see past a pretty face, big tits and flashy clothes. However, some of the adult women I have to deal with in my summer jobs gradually show or lead me to the idea of what I might really want in a wife. Actually a lot of what I learn from the women is more in the line of what I don't want in a wife, but the paths eventually lead me to Phyllis.

I'm sailing along through my high school football star career when I tear my knee up in the last game of my senior season. I'll recover full usage of my knee over time. However, my value as a college football player suddenly drops to zero.

All at once, the coaches from the colleges with scholarships to offer can no longer remember my phone number or how to get to my house. The social girls suddenly get very busy and I should maybe call back later; perhaps ten years later would be about right.

Basically, my knee and I take a quick, painful trip from the penthouse to the outhouse.

When I find myself standing alone with, "Don't call us, we'll call you" ringing in my ears, there's only one person who still sees me as something other than damaged goods.

Thus, Phyllis and I only really start to date late in our senior year. By that time, Phyllis is starting to fill out from stick figure girl to a nicely curved woman. The change is a complete one and Phyllis would have been one of the best looking girls in school if her development had happened earlier. However, by the time she looks like the Homecoming Queen, it's too late. I suspect that what Phyllis missed, or at least what she thought she missed, is maybe partly responsible for what happens later on.

Phyllis and I graduate from high school. We walk across the stage to the flash of cameras and even dance at the senior prom under the same conditions. My knee has, by now, recovered pretty well and I'm able to dance with the prettiest girl at the prom.

After we're no longer blinded by flashbulbs and the crap they told us back in high school, Phyllis and I slowly begin to see the cold, hard future.

Phyllis won a college scholarship during high school, as a result of hard work and talent. The scholarship would have paid for books and some of her tuition. Unfortunately, her family can't pay the rest of the tuition and Phyllis has to content herself with secretarial school instead of college. As she has done all her life, Phyllis doesn't give up, but instead throws herself into what is a very big let down from her dream of college and she gets top grades at her secretarial school.

I don't win a college scholarship. The coaches are interested again, after they see that my knee has indeed healed. However, they want me to walk on. A walk on attends school for a year and works out with the team while his family pays the freight. Yeah, right. Maybe I can walk on in my dreams.

I start to work right after my graduation from high school, as I have no money for college. Since I have quite a bit of job experience and skills thanks to my football glory days, I get a decent job as a mechanic down at a big factory quite a ways out of town.

Phyllis gets a job as a secretary for a real estate guy. She doesn't make a lot of money, but it's steady work and perhaps she can plan some sort of a future.

I get my first pay check from down at the factory and also get a date with Phyllis the same Friday. I show her my pay check and tell her, "Although I can't afford to go to college, I now make enough money to afford what I really want."

Phyllis asks me, "Are you talking about a new car?"

I tell Phyllis, "I'm actually thinking more along the lines of a wife."

I have this here real fancy speech all prepared and I'm gonna dazzle Phyllis with my words and all. I never really get to give the speech because Phyllis just keeps saying, 'Yes!' I come to realize that Phyllis has learned a lot more about me than I had realized back when the alumni paid her peanuts to write my high school English themes for me.

Unfortunately, no one else sees what Phyllis sees.

Phyllis' family wants no part of just plain white trash like me.

My family, as usual, is too drunk or too in jail to worry about the kid.

Phyllis and I get married in a civil ceremony that is long on quick and cheap and very short on ceremony.

With both Phyllis and me working, we get a place of our own and set up housekeeping. Fortunately the guy Phyllis is working for is located not too far from the factory where I'm working. Unfortunately, we're quite a ways from the friends we had made back during high school.

We're so busy at first that we really don't notice that it's now just the two of us. One of the things that kind of blinds us to the fact that we're alone is the fact that we never had sex during high school. Phyllis had never really dated before she started dating me. As we start dating, I'm a semi-cripple and can't play the kind of games I want to. By the time I'm in condition to start to make moves, Phyllis has established a pattern and can comfortably deny me sex.

Once Phyllis and I get married, we make up for lost time.

Phyllis has been taught that a girl has to let her husband have sex with her. Apparently she has also been taught that sex is a dirty, nasty game that women play only because they have to play the game to get and keep a husband.

I quickly teach Phyllis that she isn't going to just let me have sex with her; she's going to participate in the sex.

Since Phyllis has been taught that a girl has to let her husband have sex with her, it's an easy step to convince her that she's going to be a participant in sex and not a victim. Once she learns that she can increase the pleasure for both of us by moving her hips a bit during sex, gradually she becomes a real tigress in bed!

I talk to Phyllis a lot during the early stages of our marriage.

She has been fed a lot of crap about what a 'good girl' does and doesn't do.

I point out to her that she isn't a 'bad girl' or a 'good girl,' she's my girl. The only people she has to worry about is Phyllis and me.

Phyllis thinks about the matter and says, "Okay, I'll take care of you."

I point out, "The person that you need to take care of is Phyllis, not me. If you can thoroughly enjoy the girl part of sex, I can take care of the boy part of sex."

Phyllis has a lot of problems with the concept of her actually enjoying sex. She finally tells me what I suspected all along. Phyllis tells me, "I was taught that sex is a sort of nasty thing that girls have to do to attract a boy and that a good girl won't enjoy sex." As she tries to explain things to me, Phyllis gradually realizes just how wrong the ideas she has been taught are.

The next problem we have is that Phyllis is afraid that she will completely lose control during sex and that I can make her do anything I want.