I have one sister who is one year younger than me. We were PKs. Our father quit his job and became a missionary. In other words, we went from well off to poor. My mother pretended to be proud of him and his convictions, but poor was poor, and if her parents had not helped out we would have not had a place to live. But, my dad went on being a missionary, while we stayed back and lived in a small house with no central heat or air. PKs are supposed to be nice and polite and reflect their parents.

I was fourteen, and I needed a job. I went to the small grocery store in town and asked for a job. I was told I couldn't work because I was too young. To go baby sit. I was outside, getting ready to ride my bike home, and this man stopped and said he had overheard and he was sorry I couldn't get a job, but if I needed money maybe he could help.

I gave my first blow job, and I got twenty dollars. If I had worked all day at the grocery store maybe I would have gotten 35 dollars. I told my sister about it, maybe he would let her make some money.

He introduced us to some of his friends, men who came to town from other towns to see us, and we made money. We were making over 100 dollars per day. We said that the things we bought was with money that our grandparents had given us.

We gave up our virginities, but we could make as much money giving blow jobs, so we rarely had sex. Blow jobs were easier, it wasn't so difficult to get in a car and ride around and give him a blow job, get paid and be dropped off. To have sex was complicated. There was only one motel in town and that wasn't going to work.

My father was oblivious to us, and my mother was so involved with her church and believed us about our homework and stuff. That is how we got through high school and saved for college.