This life I live is not a life, it is a prison, an asylum, a life sentence if you will but it is anything but a life anyone would want to live. xxx18 That’s why I was never invited over to his house or why we always met at the studio or some sleazy motel. So I knew what they wanted me to do. Upon sliding my shirt off my shoulders and reaching around to unclasp my bra, he saw the bruising on my ribs and moved down to kiss that spot just under my right breast. This is my first attempt at writing my story, I have decided to enter it in the CAW 10 also.
