THOUGH I'M CURRENTLY WORKING ON THREE stories to post here it takes time,research and verification before i can upgrade them in my files and since they are posted in random segments it is difficult to compile them in category due to the large number of files going back to the early 1970's...i'm currently 50 years old and as some of you know via my true stories i've always had a sexual preference for young hispanic and black girls in my bronx community and have posted my sexual encounters as well as from others via interviews with prostitutes,lesbians,gays,average families,neighbors like my next door friend olga [yes,she's still living there]...two stories i posted pertaining to [hermaphrodites] was never officially verified and were told by peoples account who i no longer have any contact with but all the young girls who i've had sexual encounters with including my niece are officially verified though apart from [taina] a black young girl of 14 years old all the others are grown up and happily married/divorce with children.the codes,signals and sexual lifestyle i've been a part of for many years cannot be achieved by just anyone and not all young girls are in the lifestyle and including young boys who certainly don't go around disclosing their sexual gay preferences for adult men..there are some cases of young girls having sex with the family dog,household items,bicycles and even the swings in the park but since these are fairly common among young girls i rarely post any of those stories here or on a spanish website where i translate these true stories in spanish and due to privacy i sincerely agree with all administrators of these websites to NEVER post identities,phone numbers,address or persons current whereabouts or employment unless they permit it like the many i come across on [youtube] who want to tell me their true stories via emails with the agreement i promote their youtube channel so they can obtain more subscribers and views...the issue with privacy pertains to that persons current life and the dangers it could pose should the wrong people read their confessions like the mexican woman in the story above,she currently lives in new york but is planning to move to another state soon and prefers not to disclose where due to her and her uncles true story below...where possible i will verify parts of her story with all respect to her privacy by leaving out the the names and organizations of the narco cartels involved....I WAS BORN IN A small village in mexico during a time when crimes and drugs wasn't a problem though poverty certainly was,my father was an abusive alcoholic and beat on my mother constantly stealing whatever coins she earned selling roses near our local church and cemetary.by the time i was 10 years old i had taken the place of my mother in my fathers bed in which we all slept together due to the limited space in our home and though it wasn't too long before my mother grew jealous with rage i would come to bed naked and eager to be with my father.to be sincere he wasn't a special man often unable to achieve an erection due to all the alcohol in his system but when sober he'd keep me out of school and in his bed for hours while my mother sold her roses.she'd come home late in the afternoon to find us still naked in bed and throw a metal bucket of cold water on us and toss my dirty used panties in my face threatening to sell me to the local drug traffickers who also had outside connections with human traffickers overseas via the united states and knowing about the news reports of the 257 young girls killed and buried in the city of juarez mexico it was common knowledge that the drug cartels worked alongside our government,military and corrupt police in human trafficking which scared many young girls like me.i never considered myself pretty or attractive for adult men but one day while my father was at the local bar and my mother was away selling her roses a strange man approached me while i was stealing some [papitas] potatoes from a nearby yard because i was hungry.he was dressed rather elegantly in a blue satin shirt,black denim pants with mexicos traditional white cowboy hat and boots contrary to my everyday worn out white dress and rubber sandals,he complimented my eyes and long dark brown hair inviting me to a nearby restaurant that i knew served expensive food and delicious baked cakes though i had never been in a place like that.he drove a red and silver durango jeep which made me embarrassed to sit because unknown to him my fathers male semen left a moist streak on his black leather seat.while we ate our delicious seafood and drank some tequila [the bartender was a good friend of his] he told me his name was ernesto [not his real name] and was 36 years old...i later learned he worked in private negotiations with an organization that was just starting to established it's business in my local area but he didn't tell me it was a popular and dangerous drug cartel looking to dominate the territory where i lived until he knew he could trust me with that imformation [the cartel she mention is no longer in control since three of their druglords were killed and close to twenty three thousand of it's members were killed by rival drug cartels and police since early 1998]...he told me he had a small wealth and owned a private veranda outside my village admitting he longed to have a young wife though his clientele didn't approve of indecencies with minors.there were people at nearby tables who came over to greet him and inquiring to know who i was and though he said i was his niece i sensed even then by their false smiles and shifty eyes that they didn't believe him.those people or at least some of them knew this man to be dangerous and was affiliated with dangerous men so certainly common sense meant never question a man who could take you and your families life with just a simple phone call.i didn't have anything to lose by being with this man and actually thought by doing so i was giving back my mother her rightful place in bed with my father though my father didn't see it that way and was killed three days after i left with ernesto to live in his veranda...[the news reported her fathers body was found severed and floating in a canal several miles from where they lived]...my mother through no fault of her own eventually moved on with her life and i provided for her financially even inviting her to narco parties where she met famous mexican musicians.my fathers death sentence wasn't because he oppose another man taking me or threatening to report ernesto but because he had taken my virginity,i was also punished by ernesto for taking sexual pleasures that were rare with my father....perhaps in my way i should hate mexican men but i don't because like any race or group there are negative and positive men,a famous male musician like [juan gabriel] from mexico i respect because he is openly gay and doesn't want anything from woman or young underage girls apart from going to his concerts or buying his music [we laughed because i told her the same could be said about latin musician from puerto rico ricky martin who is openly gay]...i was barely 11 years old but spoiled by money and learning how to manipulate ernesto since the truth is i never loved him and out of spite and anger when he demanded too much time in our bedroom i teased him with lies that my father was a better lover.ernesto took to punishing me by forcing me to have anal sex and contrary to my late father he always managed to have a full erection though mexican men often average a penis length of 6 inches thick but if used in rage that is by far a sexual pain a young girl can experience.i'd wake up beside him bruised and barely able to walk but found vengeance by spitting in his coffee,burning his elegant dress wear or throw away his expensive gold jewelry...barely 11 years old out of school and lots of money what one would consider a spoiled little mexican bitch yet it wasn't enough that i went from my fathers bed to ernesto's hating one and despising the other so by the age of 12 i made a fatal mistake that would cost ernesto his life and put mine on the run forever.i can tell you with all honesty that i never met any of the major druglords and didn't really know the men who worked within the drug cartels other than two couriours [runners] a well established banker and highly paid real estate agent who brokered home properties exclusively to the cartels only because ernesto did private business with them at the veranda.one of the runners had arrived early one day to drop off a brown suitcase and recorded tape with instructions which through ernestos i knew was cocaine so after a night of forced anal sex i waited for ernesto to go shower i went into one of our other bathrooms and dumped the open packages of cocaines into the toilet.there were 61 packages and it took me a half hour to flush it down though i'm not sure to this very day how much it was worth but enough that ernesto's body was never found and after putting a gun to my head he warned me to disappear if i valued my life.thankfully i had saved several thousands and my mothers brother who didn't trust the police came to mexico to get me and my mother out of there though this certain banker also has offices in new york but i didn't know that until i read about him in the new york times back in 2012...today i'm 25 years old and my mother has sinced passed away so i live with my uncle and work off the books because if there is one known fact about these mexican drug cartels they never stop looking for you...true story