My name is Adam, and I am 37 years old. I was born in Boston to a very

wealthy family. My ancestors came to America on the Mayflower. I was sent to

one of the most elite prep schools in the country, and I graduated

valedictorian. As expected, I matriculated at Harvard, and majored in

business and computer science. Once again, I graduated first in my class,

Summa Cum Laude. With my family's connections, and the new friends I had made

at Harvard, I started a technology company in Silicon Valley. After a year

and two rounds of funding by two top venture capital firms, I had enough

capital to expand my company nationwide, and then globally. I spent the next

nine years building my company from the ground up, and by the time I was 32, I

was a billionaire, and one of the top CEOs in Silicon Valley.

You might ask me why am I so driven, and how did I became so successful, so

early? Well, you see, I have always been a very short, and very small man.

As far as I can recall, I have always been the smallest person I have known.

I was even smaller and weaker than all the girls in my class. I have been

blessed however, with a superior intellect. Tired of being the object of

everyone's ridicule for my small stature, I swore to myself that 'I would show

them.' That is what fueled my extraordinary drive for success. Scarred by

years of abuse and ridicule, I also became very unscrupulous in my tactics to

get ahead in the business world. In the process of getting where I am, I

ruined many lives and shattered countless dreams. By citing Darwin's

'survival of the fittest', I rationalized my evil deeds. Little did I know

that in due time I would come to pay for my actions, with compounded interest.

And this is where my wife, Eve, comes into the picture. I first met her on my

32nd birthday, and from that day onwards, my life would never be the same. To

celebrate this occasion, I had thrown a party at one of Silicon Valley's top

nightclubs. Everyone came by to congratulate me on my success. After two

hours of getting congratulated by everyone, I was very bored, and I was about

to leave when I saw her for the first time. She must have been the most

magnificent creature I had ever laid eyes upon. If one of those ancient Greek

statues had come to life, it would have looked like her. Allow me to

elaborate. She was beautiful enough to grace the cover of any of the

country's top fashion magazines. And, she was gigantic. Without her heels,

she must have stood 6' 9" and weighed in the neighborhood of 280 pounds. That

night however, she was also wearing heels, and was dressed in solid red, or

should I say blood-red from head to toe.

She was wearing red four-inch high heels, followed by red silk stockings. A

long red silk skirt came down to her lower legs, but it had been split on the

sides. This gave the viewer a brief glimpse of her magnificent legs. They

were truly gigantic, but amazingly feminine at the same time. Any hot-blooded

man would have fantasized about between squeezed to oblivion by them. She had

the classic voluptuous hourglass figure for an Amazon of her dimensions. Her

upper body was covered by a very chick red silk blouse that also exposed her

magnificent breasts. Never in my life had I ever seen a larger and properly

proportioned pair of gravity defying breasts. A very skimpy red lacey bra

managed to barely cover her breasts and nipples, and to this day I still don't

know how such a small piece of fabric managed to contain such a large amount

of feminine flesh. As much as her body was out of this world, her face was

that much more heavenly. I had never seen a more delicate or feminine face. 

God must have given Leonardo Di Vinci or Michelangelo the task of sculpting

her face. High cheekbones, a small strait nose, and full pouty lips

complemented the most piercing and mesmerizing eyes that I or anyone else must

had ever laid eyes upon. Her eyes were startling and unforgettable. It was

almost impossible to accurately describe them or their color. They were a

mixture of beautiful, mysterious, and hypnotic. And their color: were they

purple or violet, or a mixture of the two? Even now, after five years of

marriage I'm still not sure. And finally, to top everything off, there was

her hair. Her hair was almost like a rainbow of colors, the perfect mixture,

of light brown, and dark and dirty blonde. She had fixed her hair up that

night in the form of a gigantic bun that must have been four inches high, tied

together with a long silk red band. Had she let her hair fall down that

night, I am sure that it would have fallen down way past her lower back like a

waterfall.

From the moment her eyes had locked onto mine, I hadn't been able to look

away. And why would I or anyone else for that matter? The gravitational pull

of her gaze was just so powerful. It was as if a tractor beam had locked onto

me, and was pulling me in closer and closer to her. A small voice in my head

kept telling me to turn the other way and run for it, but I just couldn't help

it. How I wish I had listened to that inner voice! Soon I found myself

eye-level with the underside of her magnificent breasts. To continue looking

her in her eyes, I had to look way upwards and backwards past her cleavage.

She just kept staring at me, without uttering a word. By now, the space

around us had grown completely silent, until I finally heard what must have

been the most seductive and feminine voice say: "What's the matter handsome ?

Cat got your tongue ? Don't tell me that one of the most powerful men in

Silicon Valley is afraid of little-ole-me ?!". In the process of breaking

the silence around us, she had also cupped my chin and squeezed it in her

large yet smooth and soft feminine hands. What must have been nothing but a

playful squeeze to her turned out to be quite painful for me, but I was too

mesmerized by her hypnotic eyes to voice any objection.

Still in another dimension, she had to shake my head from side to side for me

to snap out of it. Finally, I managed to squeak out: "H-h-hello, my name is

Adam !" Her voice from high above stated that she was Eve ! This only added

to my state of disorientation. I thought to myself that I must be dreaming,

and that I would snap out of it at any instant. Oddly enough, as much as a

part of me wanted to wake up and escape, another part didn't want it to ever

end ! She released my face, and took my hand in hers and guided me to the

darkest and most quiet and secluded part of the nightclub. It was now that I

got a true appreciation for her size and form. Compared to my diminutive and

scrawny 5' 2" high and 110 pound frame, her magnificent 6' 9" and 280 pound

voluptuous frame was now accentuated by her heels and bun.

Intoxicated by the mixture of her feminine voice, her hypnotic and mesmerizing

eyes, and her intoxicating perfume, I soon found myself revealing my innermost

desires, thoughts, fantasies and secrets to her. I lost track of time as she

learned more and more about me. The transfer of information ended up being a

one-way road however, as she revealed practically nothing about herself. As I

was to learn later on, she was to put her newfound knowledge to very good use

once we were married. But that night I could care less. All I cared about

back then was being close to her, and not losing sight of her. Still in a

hypnotic state, I soon found myself leaving the nightclub with her. We were

in her car, heading to an unknown destination.