I must stop though, because the next part is going to be just after turning 21, when picked up and moved to South Carolina thinking I’d found “love” at the young age of 21. xxx The first time he fucked me was in his bedroom and we were trying to be quiet so John didn’t hear and it hurt pretty bad and he stopped and said “Oh shit, I’m sorry, you’re bleeding” and I thought for a second, shrugged and said “kkkkkeep goooooinnngggg”. What was I thinking at the time? I remember one night we went out and then went back to his flat and after I left, I walked down the street and met a man standing there cruising me. *sigh*
There was also a thug boy named Levi who I met and fell madly
