It’s 1983 and my first girlfriend, “The Virgin Diane”.I was just 18 and my parents brought me to this wedding reception at the American legion. ...hey were playing country music which I didn’t really care for. But what I did like was this dark haired girl sitting with her family across the room. Her name was Diane and she was about five foot three, had short black hair and brown eyes. She was also eighteen and was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a high collar that had a little chain with a. ” I said, quite sternly.“Yes daddy. I want to know everything I want to know how to be a perfect wife.”“Well there is more to being a ’perfect’ wife than just fucking a mans brains out ten times a day. While that is good you also need to be able to cook and clean. Do the washing, tidy the home and, bring up children. Not that I have done very well in that department if you consider the reasons for this discussion. And we have to have complete honesty. No secrets. Everything must be open for. Things went normally until about lunchtime, when I went to grab my lunch from the refrigerator and found it was missing. Now things like this happened at the large refrigerator, but I had my own refrigerator hidden under the desktop in my cubicle and nothing had ever just gone missing.Of course, all the people in the cubicles around me knew nothing about why my lunch was missing and oddly enough, when I mentioned tagging along to lunch with them, they all had plans, leaving me to fend for. From our first visit Mel's loft was our totally favourite hang out, one huge room that ran the whole of the top of the house. Old carpets, too old to be laid downstairs covered it from wall to wall, old furniture of all kinds and mounds of old books. An old room and we loved it.Mel unlocks the front door and turns off the counting down alarm and the three bears trot upstairs. We look like we're off an assembly line. White blouse, short, pleated, skirt, in black, calf length, white, stockings,.