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| tale from my twisted life-continued...
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So on my night of getting high my friend told me she knew a dealer who would want a date with me, and that he would keep me supplied all night until he was done downtown if he liked me. ... so off we went to meet this man. He liked me and he told me that he wanted me to wait for him until he was done.. he gave me a bunch of smoke (crack) and asked me to stay close by him...
I sat around all night with my girlfriend getting high for free.. the guy, my friend and I jumped into a taxi and took off to his place. when we got there we all went into the bedroom... but the guy said he didn't want my friend, just me.. my friend got pissed off so the guy gave her a bunch of drugs, some money and called her a cab.... after she left the guy and i fucked... but when i got up to leave he begged me to stay... we could barely speak to each other because he spoke mostly arabic and french... his english was very poor... and i only spoke a very minimal amount of frech, but for some reason i stayed with him.. he was quite good looking. he had a nice place.... we ended up talking and talking, with a bit of difficulty all night.... he told me he wanted to keep me with him forever, but that i needed to stop being a fucking crack addict.... it was all so crazy.. he was double my age... but something in my heart found something in his heart... he helped me beat my addiction. he encouraged me with my foster program... he even met my social workers when they became concerned at how much time i was spending away from the foster houses. i sobered up.. still drank and smoked pot, but no heavy addictions.. we fucked alot... we went out to eat, he bought me jewlery and clothes and told me he loved me. i stopped being a whore. for the most part... when he went to jail for the first time i was devistated... i felt so alone. he and i went through alot.. I was 15 when i met him... i had my first orgasm with him. he was my first love. and the first man, i think, to truely love me... at 18 i got pregnant, right after i found out he was fucking anouther woman.. i had thrown his stuff onto the front yard and then i threw a party the next night to help me be strong.. he called and begged but i resisted... i was holding down 2 jobs at this point, both legitimate... and i was going to move in with a couple friends i had met at one of my jobs.....
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Posted by Zamicida on 2007-12-19 20:20:00 | Rating: | Views: 90
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