At my last session with Dr Favero he chided me for not writing anymore history bullshit and so I promised to finish up. Well, my next (and final) session with him is in just under two hours so I better hurry up. Here goes...

I wouldn't say I turned tricks to pay for college. I wasn't on a street corner wearing fishnets and offering up Cleveland Steamers or anything.

I took plenty of legit work as well as the more *wink wink* kind of jobs. The Husband was fond of contracting my services and probably paid for the majority of my education with his Football Sunday gatherings. He'd chase the wife off and invite a bunch of his friends over the "watch football." Instead they'd spend a few hours passing me around like a party favor.

It went on for months before we were ever close to being caught. Once, The Wife, pulled into the driveway while I was bent over the dinner table, her husband balls deep in my ass. The guys scrambled to clean shit up, turn on the actual football game and hide me. I spent 7 hours in the laundry room closet waiting to be told it was all clear. Finally, after The Wife had gone to bed, The Husband came and got me. I climbed onto the dryer and let him finish what we had started and then left. After that Football Sunday moved to one of the friends' houses.

Four years of that and I had my degree in accounting.

The Wife never found out about the Football Sundays but I was watching the news about a year after the last time I'd seen him and he had been arrested for raping one of his students (he was an eight grade history teacher). He was given 5 to 10 years for aggrivated assault and 15 to 20 years for aggrivated rape of a minor.

So there, you know my back story now. Nothing about why I tried to kill myself you'll notice but then again I didn't set out to tell you that part, did I?

More later...