Learning the Lifestyle Pt 1 – How it all began.

Welcome to the Beginning of Michael and Silky’s stories. See how it all began… Yes I know I am posted on under another name on this site as well. I am working on revamping them a lil and trying to get them put under my actual pen name so that others may find me as well. I’ll be deleting that profile soon. Bear with me and keep the fan mail coming.


Silky had been engaged when she first met Michael. He was the program director of the college radio station where she went to school and worked every day from two to six every afternoon. In essence, he was her boss. She had a normal working relationship with him and all the others who worked and went to school there. She kept to herself mostly and lived off campus. She never dreamed that her world was soon to change.

It started all very innocent enough. Michael had just bought a new truck and like all new cars, it was in the shop. He had asked all of the other students if any of them lived out near the New Line RV and Trailer Park, but everyone else lived on campus or in the other direction. The only one who lived even remotely close to where Michael lived was Silky. So he had asked if she would give him a ride for the next few days and she, not wanting to offend “The Boss” said she’d be delighted. Thus it began.

“You don’t mind stopping by the grocery store first, do you?” Silky had asked Michael, “I need to do my shopping for the week.”

“Not if you stop by the hardware store too,” came the reply.

“Alright, let’s go shopping.” Silky laughed.

They had done their shopping and Silky had dropped him off at his home, with the promise to pick him up the next morning at ten. They both had classes that started at 11:00 on Tuesdays. Silky had got home and was unpacking her purchases, when the phone rang. Answering it, Silky found to her delight that it was Reed, her fiance. He had enlisted in the military after high school and had finished boot camp two weeks before Silky had started college. Soon he was going to Germany to do his tour, for now he was in California. They talked for a while and Silky sensed something was amiss. Finally Reed came out with it.

“Silky, we need to talk. I am thinking of making the military a career, staying in for twenty or so years. I really like it,” came the crushing blow from Reed.

In a choked voice she replied, “What does this mean for us?”

She heard him sigh and knew what it meant before he even told her; she knew that all her high school friends were right. High school romances didn’t last.

“Well, Silky, for now any way, let’s see other people. Let’s end our engagement and just be friends. I don’t know what the future holds and I want you to get your degree and do what you want with your life. You could not have that as a military wife. We’d move around too much. Keep the ring and stay in the apartment. I paid for it for the two full years. I’m sorry that I’ve broke your heart, Silky, but better now than after I’ve ruined your future too,” came the answer she was dreading.

“Okay, then, good-bye,” she replied hastily, not trusting her voice to say much more. She hung up, but not before she heard him say, “Ahhh, Silky, don’t be that way.”

Don’t be what way she wondered. Was there a way you were supposed to act when the first love you ever had threw you away? Were you supposed to be nice and cordial when the man you were supposed to marry broke your heart for a job? Silky was not sure, but she knew that she didn’t care how she was supposed to act; all she cared about was how she felt and how she wanted to act. Well, she thought, to hell, with Reed and his opinion. He broke up with her.

The next day, on the way to school, after picking up Michael, he noticed she was not the same person he had seen yesterday. He had wondered about her all year, since she walked in to the campus radio station. She already had airtime experience from a high school and summer job. She was very pretty and not the least bit vain about it. She dressed sexy, but didn’t seem to notice that she was or that the males had even noticed her state of dress. She was smart, had a good radio voice and handled her show better than most second years, and she wore an engagement ring. Michael wondered if it was real or did she just use it to keep the men at bay. He wanted to find out and now with her driving him, he had the perfect opportunity to find out.

“So tell me, who’s the lucky guy?” Michael asked on the way home that night pointing to the ring.

She looked at him like he had asked her to cut off her hand and then a single tear ran down her face. “No one anymore,” she choked out, “he dumped me.”

“Really, may I ask why?”

“I’m not sure, but he said it was because he wanted to make a career out of the military and that he didn’t want me to sacrifice my dreams for his. Whatever that means,” she shot out. Then mumbled something to herself.

Seeing a possible opening Michael smoothly answered, “Well, usually that means that the male wants out of the relationship and/or wants something different out of life and that the female is holding the male back and the best way to break it off with the female is to say that his dreams would make her lose or ruin hers and the male would never, could never do that to the female. Easy out for the male, makes him look good if he ever decides he wants you back.”

“What,” came a spitting response? “Are you serious, men do that? Why?”

“We do things like that and worse, because plain and simple, we are dogs,” another smooth answer from Michael. “We never stop to think outside of our jeans.”

She laughed so hard at this and the when she finally could breath, she replied, “That is so true, and to think, I gave myself to him. What a fool I was.”

So, she wasn’t a virgin. Good all the more easily for what Michael had in mind, now to figure out how to seduce her broken heart into his arms. Michael loved a challenge. He also loved black haired women with porcelain white skin. Silky had both and to top it off a set of eyes so green, they would make an emerald jealous. She was, as he said, pretty and not vain about it, smart, sexy, sweet tempered and on the rebound. To put is simply, she was all he dreamed for in a woman except the rebound part, and hell, beggars couldn’t be choosers, time to figure out how to make her, his.

He let her talk and pour her heart out all the way home and for about 20 minutes in his driveway and even asked her in for a cup of coffee. At first she said no, but gave in the second time he asked as he got out of the car. She talked about her ex-fiance and how it was with him and about were they had came from and what her father was going to say when he found out. She cried part of the time and seemed to determine to move on with her life the rest of the time.

As he unlocked the door she asked, “Do you have something other than coffee?”

Wondering if she meant to get drunk, he questioned, “Like booze?”

Her eyes got wide and she laughed, “I probably should get drunk, but no, I have classes tomorrow and still have to drive home. I meant like tea or soda. I don’t drink coffee; I hate the way it tastes.”

Deciding whether he was disappointed or relieved, he said, “Of course, I have cola. If you wanted to get drunk though, I would put you up for the night or drive you home. I would never let you drive drunk.”

She laughed again, this time a little harder, “Trying to get me drunk won’t help the heartache, I’ll just remember in the morning.”

How innocent she was and at the same time from the things she had said about her relationship with Reed, he knew she was experienced too. Michael wondered what it would take to get to her heart and body. He was only too willing to find out. He fixed her a glass full of ice and gave her a can of cola and started his coffee to perk. She was looking around his living area and kitchen, smiling at this and that. She mumbled something to herself that sounded like approval. He liked that thought. He wanted her to like his home. He wanted her to like everything about him.

“May I ask, why do you live off campus, Michael,” she suddenly asked of him.

He was studying her and was a little caught off guard, when she spoke, but recovered and replied, “If I tell you, will you tell me why you don’t live on campus either?”

Smiling she said, “My reason is no secret, Reed rented an apartment for me so that he could come stay with me when he visited and since you can’t have overnight guests in the dorms and a hotel room would be an extra expense on top of the dorm, we decided to just rent an apartment away from campus. This way, we don’t have to live by their rules. What’s your reason?”

With a devilish grin he came back with, “I’m the local serial killer and this way, I’m not easily caught.” Then at her shocked look, he added, “No I’m kidding, I just didn’t want to live by their rules either, I like my own space and would have hated to share a room with someone. I like to be able to have my own place to cook too. I have other reasons, but don’t want to shock you.”

Pleading she asked, “Tell me please.”

“Maybe in time, if you”re real good. So how about dinner, my treat?”

She thought on this and replied, “Not tonight, I have something in the crock pot. Can I take a rain check?”

Strike out! He didn”t let the disappointment show though, and answered her nonchalantly, “Sure, how about Thursday or Friday? I’ll make your favorite and desert.” Come on sweet angel, he thought, say yes. Let me have you, let me make you mine.

Thinking on this and wondering if she should date just after breaking up with Reed. Didn’t people wait after a breakup, to date? Should she? Why not? Reed, couldn’t know or care and so far only Reed and herself and now Michael knew the she was dumped, and only Michael and her would know that she went out this soon. Besides it was dinner, not really a date anyway. Answering him, slowly, “Okay, but how do you know my favorite or are you going to guess?”

“Well, I could guess, but since I am really partial to spaghetti with meatballs, I’m going to say that is your favorite and hope I’m right and for desert, I just know women can’t resist cherry cheesecake.”

Laughing again she replied, “Actually, that is one of my favorites, and if your cheesecake is really good, I’ll become your love slave.”

His heart hit his throat and his pulse hammered, was he that easy to read, could she know his thoughts? No, she couldn’t, not with all her innocence. Deciding to turn on the charm, he answered her challenge, “Well, beautiful, bring your favorite collar and wear something revealing and sexy, because it tastes like heaven.”

He watched her face trying to judge her reaction to this, and he wasn’t sure if she was going to bolt or laugh. Had he pressed to far to fast? It was partly her fault; she made that comment about being his love slave, which hit to close to home. She made his hormones race when she said it and the way it was said, like she meant it. He could see her now, half clothed and collared, begging at his feet. What a site she would be. He shook this thought from his head, not so fast he told himself, take it easy and wait.

“Okay, well, shall we say tomorrow night,” her voice sounding half flirty and half nervous, “Or will Friday, be better?”

He grabbed her hand, made a bow, kissed her hand and replied, “Tomorrow it is, my lady. You bring the bread and I’ll supply the rest.”

She saw her moment to leave and with a flirty smile said, “It’s a date,” and out the door she went.

On the way home, she wondered if he was flirting with her.