I Really Need More Money

My parents were never really in love, my mother was a waitress at the International House of Pancakes, now IHOP and my father was sent to this factory for three months and lived in the motel next to the IHOP. My mon was 17, she got knocked up by him, and when I was 2 he married her and took her in. When I was 11 he left and I had little to do with him. My mother and me lived in a small apartment in an 8 unit complex. We were poor.

I had to work to help. A woman asked me to sit her dogs. She got me to take my clothes off and took pictures. She paid me. From 11 to 14 I watched her dogs and she taught me to model for the camera. I continued nude modeling, porn, and prostitution until I was 25 when I got a really bad infection from anal sex. The doctor, a female, sent me to this church ministry for fallen women.

I am not a born again Christian by any stretch of the imagination, I am selective with behaving like I am. The man I pose for is older, in a wheelchair. He is religious, so I act religious. He prays for me to undress, pose for him like I did when I was younger. He uses his phone to take pictures. I pretend to let him convince me, acting like I only do it for him. He doesn't pay me, he gives me money. But I need more money.