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She'd told Mark she couldn't take another step. She couldn't keep up with him tottering in her new heels, she was still getting used to them. So when he spotted no public seating he had lifted her up onto this window ledge and told her he'd be back with the car. That had been 2 hours ago. She had felt so exposed sitting up here. Every man passing looking at her like the dumb bimbo secretary Mark had made her. She had politely fended off advances and flirting from many of the man claiming her fiance was on his way back momentarily and she'd get into a lot of trouble as he was so jealous. Thankfully they had all left her alone but each encounter reminded and enforced the feeling of how much she depended on Mark now. She was just a dumb little secretary. A dumb bunny who filled a sweater ever so prettily but was the last person you'd ask if you had an intelligent question. Mark had signed her up for a refresher course to add to her cv to make her more suitable for office work. The Stepford Business Bureau had been a revelation. At first she and the other girls there had found their courses, so dumb, so silly, so antiquated, but ever so feminine. It was like they thought the 1950s never ended and a womans place in the office was merely a temp job till a woman landed a husband and became a full time homemaker. But one by one it seemed all the girls stopped complaining and set themselves the goal of becoming the best little secretaries the bureau could make them. She found her self agreeing with all their ideas for office wear. Heels, pencil skirts and for a blond bimbo like her very tight sweaters over a bullet bra. It just seemed so obvious now. She couldn't understand why she'd never seen her priorities so clearly before. And Mark bless him had gotten her a job in his office. Sitting at her little pink desk outside his office making herself as pretty as possible and handling all his filing, correspondence, typing and note taking kept her rushed off her feet. Sometimes she wouldn't have time to repair her manicure during work hours. It was simply the most important thing to look her best to help Mark be seen in a good light in the company. He had a big career ahead with them.
Of course when they had started dating he had made it clear that no wife of his would be working outside the home and she found herself agreeing with him like she always did.
She wondered if she should get down and try make her own way home but Mark had said he'd be back.
So she waited. He'd probably run into a friend and got talking. She could and would wait till he got back. And she'd smile and look the perfect sweater girl till Mark decided otherwise. Any other thought had no place in her silly head... Mark had described her future with him as sitting pretty. It all made so much sense when he did the thinking for both of them.

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She'd told Mark she couldn't take another step. She couldn't keep up with him tottering in her new heels, she was still getting used to them. So when he spotted no public seating he had lifted her up onto this window ledge and told her he'd be back with the car. That had been 2 hours ago. She had felt so exposed sitting up here. Every man passing looking at her like the dumb bimbo secretary Mark had made her. She had politely fended off advances and flirting from many of the man claiming her fiance was on his way back momentarily and she'd get into a lot of trouble as he was so jealous. Thankfully they had all left her alone but each encounter reminded and enforced the feeling of how much she depended on Mark now. She was just a dumb little secretary. A dumb bunny who filled a sweater ever so prettily but was the last person you'd ask if you had an intelligent question. Mark had signed her up for a refresher course to add to her cv to make her more suitable for office work. The Stepford Business Bureau had been a revelation. At first she and the other girls there had found their courses, so dumb, so silly, so antiquated, but ever so feminine. It was like they thought the 1950s never ended and a womans place in the office was merely a temp job till a woman landed a husband and became a full time homemaker. But one by one it seemed all the girls stopped complaining and set themselves the goal of becoming the best little secretaries the bureau could make them. She found her self agreeing with all their ideas for office wear. Heels, pencil skirts and for a blond bimbo like her very tight sweaters over a bullet bra. It just seemed so obvious now. She couldn't understand why she'd never seen her priorities so clearly before. And Mark bless him had gotten her a job in his office. Sitting at her little pink desk outside his office making herself as pretty as possible and handling all his filing, correspondence, typing and note taking kept her rushed off her feet. Sometimes she wouldn't have time to repair her manicure during work hours. It was simply the most important thing to look her best to help Mark be seen in a good light in the company. He had a big career ahead with them.
Of course when they had started dating he had made it clear that no wife of his would be working outside the home and she found herself agreeing with him like she always did.
She wondered if she should get down and try make her own way home but Mark had said he'd be back.
So she waited. He'd probably run into a friend and got talking. She could and would wait till he got back. And she'd smile and look the perfect sweater girl till Mark decided otherwise. Any other thought had no place in her silly head... Mark had described her future with him as sitting pretty. It all made so much sense when he did the thinking for both of them.