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First, she got custody of Jeannie, our four-year-old daughter, I got one day a month visitation; she got the house, I got the mortgage payments; she got the bank account so that she could provide for our daughter; I lost the technical-writing business I spent six years building. To top it, my once-monthly visits were often "postponed" or "forgotten" when my wife felt that I hadn't groveled enough. Finally, two years after the divorce, during a particularly ugly confrontation with her current boyfriend on a visitation weekend, Bess looked me straight in the eye and told me that if I darkened her door again, she would report that I had molested Jenny during visitation. |
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The party was fun
with presents,
favors, ice cream
and all, but when it
came time to blow
out the candles on
her cake, a sudden
wave of sadness
washed over her as
she realized how
much she missed her
daddy and wished
that he could have
been there for her.
Her father had left
their abode several
years prior after a
heated dispute with
her mother. Tina
remembered them
arguing frequently,
but never learned
why and since her
efforts to elicit
information from her
mother always
resulted in tightly
compressed lips and
a stony silence,
Tina finally ceased
trying, reckoning
that it would all
come out someday
when time had healed
the deep emotional
wound which she
supposed her mother
had sustained.
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Becoming moms little whore
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My life changed
forever the day my
dad walked out on me
and my mom, he said
he hated his life
and couldn’t stay
any longer. So after
that me and my
mother decided that
it was time to move
on and start again
somewhere new. So my
mother searched for
a new place to live
and soon found one
in a small village
sixty miles away
from where we lived.
My mother is a
beauty therapist and
runs her own
businesses so it
took time for her to
find someone to run
the business and set
up a new one near
our new home. Her
job kept her out of
the house a lot of
the time and I was
used to being home
alone and at sixteen
I could keep myself
entertained no
problem... |
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Before long, I
noticed that other
people - men, mainly
- noticed Mom, too.
Wherever she and I
went without Dad,
wolf whistles and
shouts like "Hey,
honey pie!" followed
us like the barks of
stray dogs. I became
so accustomed to
them, the same way
an urban dweller
grows deaf to the
sound of sirens,
that they became a
natural part of my
environment. Even
today I never notice
when some jerk
whistles at a woman
I'm with. On some
unconscious level, I
probably assume
they're whistling at
Mom. |
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"What are you
doing?" I asked,
casually.
She flipped over in
a panic, throwing
the pillow on the
floor and pulling
her skirt down, but
not before I noticed
a few damp spots on
her panties.
"You're supposed to
be in the kitchen!"
she shouted angrily.
"What are you going
here?"
"Just watching you,"
I replied.
"You gonna tell?"
she asked, her anger
giving way to fear.
"Why should I? I do
the same thing," I
confided.
She was trying to
study my face to
determine my
intentions, but her
eyes kept wandering
back to the TV.
Apparently, she
couldn't get enough
of Mark Spitz. |
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I know what is going
on, I thought to
myself. My friends
and I had talked
about girls and boys
on our way to the
lake. When we took
our clothes off for
skinny dipping, the
oldest boy in our
group bragged about
the size of his
penis. He said it
was big because it
had gone inside a
girl many times
before. I know what
I'm suppose to do
next, I thought to
myself. I know what
I'm going to do
next!
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