I Was One Of The Those Few Girls Who 'got The Ticket'

In my high school, the only one in town, there were two groups. The upper end group, kids of the rich and powerful and the rest of us, who's parents worked at the plant, or the yard. My father was a mail carrier, my mother was a seamstress. By no means rich, in fact poor. We lived in rental housing, in those days there few complexes, it was rows of small rentals instead. The small house had two bedrooms and one bath. The owners were industrialist and every month my mother had to go to this house to pay rent. She took me with her, we rode the bus and then walked about half a mile to pay the rent.

This house was big, you can imagine how big these houses looked to me. Big driveways, a big front door. Cars, and along the side a swimming pool and tennis course, with a six foot hedge to block the view. We went to this door around the back, my mother said it was the servant's entrance and we paid in cash. The servant lady, in uniform, counted the money (it was 35 dollars a month) and gave my mother a paid receipt.

When I got to be in the fifth grade this boy that lived there started talking to me. He was always dressed so nice. He insisted on sitting beside me at lunch and he told me what they did on weekends, and going to the movies, and how his father had bought this car. Rich people stuff, I told him about my mother who made dresses for the rich girls and she made my clothes. He wanted to know if my mother made my underwear, and I told him I got my underwear at the Sears and Roebuck store. He did not leave me alone and my mother told me to be careful, we had nothing in common and boys wanted only one thing from girls in our station.

By the time I turned 14 I had to wear a menstrual pad everyday. In case a boy got fresh he would think I was menstruating. The only boy who got fresh was this same boy, he liked touching my hand and I let him touch my leg. And I told him about my mother making me wear a pad. And I told him about the day that my mother wasn't going to be at home when I got there because she had to go work on a girls wedding gown. He got off the school bus with me, and a few minutes after we were in my house I was totally naked and so was he and he had achieved full penetration and ejaculation. We sat around naked and he asked me to walk back and forth so he could see how my pussy moved. He stood me in front of him and he kissed my pussy. He said his brother had told him that girls liked us liked getting sexed and having our pussies kissed.

Penetration and ejaculation meant only one thing. Pregnant at 15. Not that that in and of itself was something new, lots of girls were pregnant where I lived, some with a couple of kids already. Pregnant girls came to see my mother so she could sew them smocks to wear. When you got pregnant basically you dropped out of school. The expression that was used was that she had been taken behind the woodshed. But in my case, because the father was from the other side of town, referring to my pregnancy, they said she was having a colt. She'll be taken care of. And I was. I had real doctors and a car came to get me and my mother to go to the doctor and there was extra food and a new bed was put in my house for me and a set of baby furniture was delivered and set up. Also, and I thought this was so funny, a lady came to our house to do my hair and paint my nails and toes. Whenever I had to talk to the babies grandma, I had to be presentable.

And don't forget about the boy. He was always around and he wanted to touch my belly, and he stood behind me holding me with my belly in his hands. And sometimes his hands slipped up and he cupped my breasts. The only thing was that we didn't have sex, not because we didn't want to have sex, but because my mother never left me alone again. At some point, not that I was part of the discussion, the decision was made that I would get married. The day I got married, I was eight months along, my mother told me they didn't want a little bastard. But I had to look at it this way, I had done good. Stick him with a few more babies and don't get upset if he runs around. I had 'the ticket', don't be foolish and flush it down the toilet.

And that's pretty much how I got married into the family with whom I had six children. I had private tutors and I got my high school diploma from a far away school, and I went to a finishing school, and there was a nanny to help with my children. I didn't wash clothes, or set the table, or go grocery shopping. I entertained and was involved in charities. I showed respect to my father in law, and to my husband. And I got pregnant over and over again, I was what they called a 'healthy' girl, I had put on a few pounds. My parents also benefited, the house they lived in was always up to date and kept up. My mother had so much business sewing for the ladies at the country club. Many rich girls got married in her gowns. When my father retired, he was 'taken care of', he got a job working as a clerk in the warehouse of one my father in law's factories.