I joined the Navy fresh out of high school. Good paying jobs were tough to find in Western New York. The steel mills were shutting down.Heavy industry was re-locating down south and paying only one third of the previous wages. When my tour of duty was over I took the civil service test for Correction Officer and passed. My permanent assignment was at a Class-A Max, and eventually, I lucked out and got a wall tower on days. This was the perfect assignment to get out of population and to pursue my first love...reading. 

By the time that I was 33 years old, I was debt free and I had modest savings and the start of a good portfolio of mutual funds. My house was paid off in full. To my detriment, I started to go bald in my twenties and at 33 this was a foregone conclusion. Nevertheless, I was fairly good looking at the time: 200 lbs/ 6' 2" tall. I was also single...having yet to find the right girl.  

People have always told me that I was such a nice guy and they couldn't believe that I was a Correction Officer. The public perceives us as uneducated brutes. This misconception is reinforced by the liberal news media bias and the current pop culture components of our society. I explained to these people there is a time to be tough and when that time comes you do what has to be done.

In 1985, I first saw my future wife Lisa at my cousin's wedding reception. I was 33 at the time and Lisa was 22. Lisa was wearing an emerald green strapless dress that enhanced her beautiful green eyes. The dress also complemented her shoulder length red auburn hair. She wore her hair layered in those days with long bangs.  

When my cousin Sam introduced us, I shook her hand but didn't let go as was proper. Instead, I escorted Lisa to the dance floor and bowed with a flourish, saying, "Beautiful angel from heaven, would you do me the honor?" 

I spent the entire evening dancing with Lisa. I was infatuated with her. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I made up my mind that whatever it took I would win her over.  

During our engagement, Lisa refused to give me oral sex, although she enjoyed receiving it. That didn't change after we were married. Disappointed, I never pushed the issue.  

During our third year together, she decided to grow her hair out to all one length, being tired of the bangs and layers. I always preferred this style of long hair on women, especially my woman. By 1997, she had beautiful and thick waist length red hair. Her hairdresser, Holley did a marvelous job. Lisa's hair was precisely cut and styled, to all one length, being cut blunt and straight across the bottom. It was as soft and smooth as an angel's wings... my Angel's wings. 

As we were financially well off, Lisa quit her job as a receptionist to be a stay at home wife. She was not the greatest housekeeper and could barely cook. However, Lisa excelled at spending money. This