Chapter 1: Heading Home for Break

Every university seems to start and end on a different week. Mine starts later than some but it ends later as well so it was past the middle of May before I was finished with finals and packed for home. Thank God I would be living in an apartment the following year - no more dorms, so most of my stuff just went into storage as I really didn’t need it at home. My conservative school wardrobe wasn’t exactly what I liked to wear at home so most of it remained as well.

In any case, most of it was for cold weather and it was summer finally! I hugged my roomie Karen and wished her well and then waited for my parents to arrive. They had just called me and my mom told me that my dad had gotten a speeding ticket so they were running a little late. Most everyone else was gone when the SUV pulled up to the curb. At least it was easy for them to get a parking space! I ran up to them and hugged them as they got out. I loved my parents and it was great to see them again!

It had been only a week since my last escorting gig - the LAST one I would EVER do after what happened to me. I could tell my mom was still upset over it as the first thing she asked me was whether or not I was OK - and I knew she wasn’t just asking a generic question. My career as an escort girl had ended with one fateful trip to a hotel room where a guy had unexpectedly invited a few friends and essentially I was raped by them.

I know, it’s hard to claim you are raped when you hire yourself out as an escort and that is why I never reported it to the police. Still, I felt violated in that I had not agreed to provide such a “service”. In my mind, I was not a prostitute and I only did the escorting thing to satisfy my own needs and urges. The fact the guy paid was more because he expected to than anything else. So when this guy treated me like a whore I felt abused and violated. I reported him to my service and at the same time resigned.

I had a few great nights out, though, and overall did not regret the overall adventure. Actually, I was probably quite fortunate to get out before something REALLY serious happened to me. In any case, I assured my mom that I was fine and from my tone I think she got the message that I really didn’t want to discuss it further. I had told her about it right after I got home that night so it wasn’t like I was hiding anything, I just didn’t want to make an issue of it.

In the meantime my dad had thrown my stuff in the back of the SUV and we were ready to go. I gave my RA a hug and jumped in the back seat. It was over a three hour ride home and so I to myself comfortable for the trip ahead of me.

“Sorry we were so late,” my mom apologized, “Your dad was so anxious to see you again he never even saw the trooper.”

I told them it was just fine. At least I wasn’t the LAST one to leave the dorm. Now THAT would have been embarrassing! My mom was in a chatty mood and for the next hour or so it seemed she went on non-stop, filling me in on everything that had been going on. Most of it was just local gossip and while it was fun to listen to, I really didn’t relate to much of it anymore after being gone for so long.