Rachel 42: Stories

The story of growing up poor and the men and boys that used me. Then the adultery that followed me through my marriage.

I woke up rather late today, my husband is away for a few days, so I not only slept in, but I woke up alone. As I laid in bed alone, I began to think about a young boy that lived with us for a short time many years ago. I thought of him probably because he recently passed away. He was the son of one of my mothers many boyfriends. The one and only boyfriend she ever had that actually molested me as a 14 year old teenager. Although his dad and I had engaged in sex on several occasions, none of whi

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