A teenage escort

A Teenage Escort. Part 1. The Training My family was fairly poor, no, really poor. As a child through high school I was teased about my clothes, shoes, everything other kids had that were nicer.[…]

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Daddy locke

The thunder outside scared me more than anything. At the age of ten things of that nature tended to upset me more than most, and as the lightning flashed and the crackling roared throughout the[…]

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Scarface

“What the hell is she doing here?” my sister Jean demanded. Lupe and I jumped apart in surprise. We’d been sitting on the loveseat in the living room. I had Lupe down to just her[…]

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