In relating this story about my life and my family, I am going to use the word fuck for what it is, because there was no lovemaking like we think of it, it was fucking, that is what it was and is amongst the people of indians of XXXXX.

My parents were missionaries in XXXXXX when I was a kid. They would leave me and my little brother with the maid and her husband when they would go out to the jungle for missionary work. The maid's husband was the driver and also did a lot of the outdoor work. One day he came into my room, I was alone and my brother was with the maid downstairs. He fucked me. I was a virgin, and although I knew about sex and that men fucked women, I really didn't think about it at that time. It just never crossed my mind that I was going to get fucked myself.

After he fucked me he left the room and about five minutes later the maid came upstairs and barged into my room. I was still lying on the bed. She started to slap me and yell at me and calling me a street whore and a bitch for trying to steal her husband from her. She spread my legs open and hit me between the legs. I got mad at her for yelling at me and slapping my privates and told her that the reason he came upstairs to fuck me was because she was ugly and he didn't want to fuck her any more.

After that I got fucked a lot by the maid's husband, I got fucked until it was pretty evident that he had me pregnant. The maid took me down to this clinic where her people went, not to the doctor we were supposed to go to, and they confirmed I was about 12 weeks along. I was so proud of being pregnant and not her. I just threw it in her face and told her I was a better woman than her and that he probably couldn't even get hard with her because she was an ugly woman. I got slapped.

When my parents got back to the city, I was close to four months along, but I didn't show. I went to see the maid and asked her how she was going to tell my mother that I was pregnant. Whatever story she told, she was not to say anything about her husband because if she did he would probably lose his job, and probably she would lose her job too.

We decided to say that I had been fucked by one of the security men that were all over the neighborhood, a young guy who fucked girls but he was no longer working around there and we didn't know who it was. That was the story we told my mother. Her Spanish was not as good as mine, so I had to translate, I told her that I was coming home from school and that the maid wasn't waiting for me when I was left off the bus and that this guy fucked me in the empty lot next to the house.

I had to quit the school I was going to, those schools didn't allow pregnant students. Believe me in the years that I was there several girls all of a sudden disappeared from school and were supposed to have gone off to Europe or the US to study, now I knew that they had been pregnant just like me. After a month of being at home, I was sent to live with my grandmother in Michigan, where I had my n***er baby as my grandmother called her.

I decided to breast feed the baby, just like the women in XXXXXX did, which appalled my grandmother. According to her no self respecting girl took her tits out in public, and for sure neither her nor my mother ever breast fed. But I did, I liked it, maybe because I pissed her off so much.

About six months after the baby was born I started to get real burn inside of me to get pregnant again, I really missed the baby's father and the way he fucked me. XXXXXXX Indians don't fuck like white people, they don't make love, they just fuck you, and that is what I was used to. I started to lobby to go back to XXXXXX, I needed to be with him, and I needed to be pregnant again. At Christmas I got my chance, I was to go and spend three weeks with my parents and my little brother and I left my baby with my grandmother. So I had to wean the baby and get her on formula, she was already getting along on solid foods.

I arrived on December 14th, I spent all afternoon with the maid, I had several pictures of the baby and I asked her to see her husband. I told her of the fever inside of me. On the 16th I met him and on the 17th she snuck him into her room and she put me down there with him and he fucked me like I remembered. It was hard to hide him in the house, and my mother was at the house because I was there and it was Christmas, but the maid managed to sneak him in, and to get me down there to be with him. All in all over the three weeks I was there, he fucked me six times. I kept careful count, because I was there to get pregnant.

I returned to my grandmother's house and after two months I was pretty sure I was pregnant, but it was about the same 12 weeks when I went down to the women's clinic on the other side of town and I got confirmation. I had my second baby, but after that I never returned to XXXXX. I sent pictures once to the maid's house, but I don't know if she ever got them.

My girls grew up in Michigan, no Spanish or anyone like them. They stood out because of their features, and their skin color. But, all in all, they grew up to be American girls and live no different than other girls in town. I never married, I just couldn't, after all these years I am still tied to him, the maid told me one day after I became his lover, that you can never leave these men. I left him physically, but never left him, if he walked in this door there would be nothing to keep him off of me. Even after all these years.

To close out the whole story, my parents moved to another country to continue their missionary work, and retired and moved to Florida. My brother finished school in XXXXXXX and attended college and is a high school teacher. He married a local girl. I suppose I should say that I went to college and teach Spanish in the local junior high school.