I am forty years old, but once upon a time I was twenty one. When I was twenty one I let this man take me to bed and make me his lover. He was married then to his wife of today and he told me about it, it wasn’t like I didn’t know. He wasn’t one to share his wife or his lover so I had to stay loyal to him. When I turned 30 I told him I wanted to have children of my own, why should it matter I had been his lover for almost ten years. So I had two daughters. I met with him yesterday because he is upset that I don’t move closer to him and he wants to make sure that I live where kids go to college. He doesn’t like me living downtown and he wants me up there close to him, where he can keep an eye on me and the girls. He found a house for me, nice little house right around the corner to his. He wants to see his daughters every day and he wants to see me every day. Tie my hands, tie me down, keep me right there under his thumb. I have never cheated on him, not once, not even close, but I need some room to breathe.