Chapter 1: How I Came to Live With My Cousin

When I graduated from college last May with my degree in Elementary Education, I expected to return home and to hit the ground running. It was exhilarating when I left the campus, knowing I was returning to Pittsburgh to stay. I assumed that once I passed the state exams for my teaching credentials that I would at least be able to get a substitute teaching position.

So much for assumptions. There were very few positions available at my old school district where I wanted to teach and needless to say, I was at the bottom foe waiting list. Undaunted, I considered taking some grad courses but eventually decided against it when I found how much it would cost. Since most schools pay for these courses once you get a teaching position, I figured why fork out for these costs myself?

Another goal of mine was to move out of my parent’s home into my own place. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my parents. We all get along great. It was more that I felt that I needed to be on my own for the first time. After all, it wasn’t like I was a teenager anymore. At 22, it was time to start living my own life under my own rules. Unfortunately, you have to pay rent to live in your own apartment which meant I had to get some sort of job. With my teaching career on hold, the last thing I wanted to was work as a waitress or clerk in a store at minimum wage. I’d never had a job like that in my life and I wasn’t about to now.

With my sparse resume, there weren’t many senior management positions open to me so I ended up reverting back to an earlier “job” I once had for a brief time while in school - escorting. However, back then I did it primarily to get laid whereas this time around my goal was to earn money for my own apartment. It was more than fun versus money though. The last thing I needed was to become some sort of whore, regardless of the rationalizations. Should that ever surface, it would make getting a teaching job impossible in the future. Thus I chose an agency that specializes in girls for hire but NOT for sex. The pay is a lot less than it would be if I put out, but at least I didn’t have to worry about what was going to happen back in some hotel room later.

With my first paycheck in hand, I moved into my own place and life was good. All my life I have lived with either my parents or roomies. I quickly found that there is something about living on your own that makes you feel differently - and see things differently as well. Without going into it too much, I found myself questioning my lifestyle as well as wondering if my parents had “used” me growing up as a teenager. In my confusion, I quit my escorting job and took on what turned out to be the most boring marketing job in the world. For weeks I fought with my mom, accusing her of the most horrible things and in retrospect, generally behaved liked a spoiled brat. Thanks to some good friends and a lot in introspection, I came through it OK and now things are great for me once again.

My cousin Kristen is a couple of years younger than me. She had recently dropped out of college after two years, recognizing that a college degree wasn’t in the cards for her. I love my cousin to death but at the same time, I have to admit she’s not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer if you know what I mean. What Kristen DOES have going for her is her hot little body and generally uninhibited, and insatiable, sexual appetite. She also chose to go into escorting but in a totally different direction from me. She hates it when I say this, but my cousin is a whore. With a few exceptions (very few), she will do about anything if she gets paid enough. I had some issues with this at first and am still concerned for her, but now I have accepted her decision and just pray for her every day that she will someday recognize what she is doing and find her way out of it. The problem is, she LOVES sex and she makes a LOT of money - probably anywhere from five to ten times more than me! She also has the full support of her mom, so who am I to say anything?