Right from our first date I knew Chris was just totally infatuated with me.
He was always telling me how beautiful I was, he gave me unbelievable presents (he took a part-time job after we started dating just to have enough money to buy me things), he did most of my school work for me (as I said, he's real smart), and just generally did anything I asked.
Our outfit consisted of white tennies, red socks, a short white skirt, and a red lambswool turtleneck sweater.
Some of the girls liked their sweaters big, but I liked mine tight, and even though there was a rule that we had to wear a bra, a couple of the girls - including me - usually didn't.
He would fondle and kiss my breasts through the sweater, but wouldn't want me to take it off.
They'd learn the lesson fast, and when they'd come crawling back begging for forgiveness they'd know to have something nice in hand for me - a nice expensive cashmere pullover perhaps, or something equally pricey - and they'd know never to even hint at dating another girl again as long as I was letting them date me. With him it was just like with the guys in high school.
Right from the beginning I also knew that he had a special "thing" for how I looked in sweaters.
He was always asking me to wear them, and he was always buying me the most gorgeous cashmeres and lambswools and ski sweaters.
I'm generally considered to be quite attractive, and even in high school I was aware of how much guys were attracted to me and how I could use that to control and manipulate them.
Most of my "steady" boyfriends were guys my friends were surprised I went out with.