Joan 1
How does a 56-year-old former advertising executive end up (and I do mean end up!—My end!) as the slave-husband of a domineering wife who still goes to work five days a week as a secretary in his old office? Two years ago, I was distinguished, self assured, and totally macho. Now, I’m a red assed, sniveling wimp. She is smart looking, well coiffed and tailored, and always in control. Frankly, I still don’t believe it happenned but I don’t have a lot to say about it these days so I just live with it as best I can. I was always taken by Joan Morgan’s good looks. Joan was about 35 when I first met her at work, a nice looking woman who somehow excited me whenever I heard her high heels tapping their way …