My stepmum was always „mum“ to me, and I never knew any other. She was in my eyes, the perfect woman. Tall, slender, dark haired and gentle in every way. We used to have days, weeks and months to ourselves, as dad was always gone on travel, and when he was home, his preference was at the here it is:
When I was a boy, my favorite comics were Conan the Barbarian and the Incredible Hulk. I liked them very much indeed, because they would inevitably save at least one lady in every comic, and they always were scantily clad, and likely over their shoulders, or in their arms. My fantasy developed as I saw these beautiful women carried like dolls by strong but gentle brutes, and I longed for the same.
One day, my mum and I were watching a movie together on the sofa as we ate popcorn. The movie was called “My Man Godfrey”. It was about a homeless chap who began working for a rich family.