Straight Female / 65
I Came Into This World Naked And I'm Leaving Naked When The Time Comes
I woke up in a hospital. I didn't know anyone and no one knew me. I didn't have any idea why I was there. The nurse told me I had been in an accident. Nothing else. I remembered that we were going to see my aunt and uncle in Colorado. My injuries were severe and I was in 'guarded' condition. A priest and a num came to see me. They told me that everyone else in the van had died. My parents and my younger brother, the van caught on fire. I was thrown from the van and that's the only reason I survived. I was 9 years old, an orphan.
After I was released from the hospital I went home with grandparents. I would spend the next year in a bed, some exercises, a wheelchair, and eventually crutches. I have spent my life with a cane. I learned over time that my father had tried to pass this bus and hit truck head on. My family was poor, my grandfather had a pension from the railroad and we lived in a small house on the 'other' side of town. As I grew up our part of town got worse and worse. When my grandparents died the house was sold for 7 thousand dollars, the price of the land. I was 17 so I was put in a foster care home for a year until I turned 18.
I was turned out onto the street with 30 dollars and good luck to you.
I earned money by doing what all girls in my situation do, I sold my body, The town we lived in had a couple of plants close to where I grew up and I knew of this bar area where girls went to get picked up. Being new to the street I got robbed, beat up, and picked up by some pretty bad types. Your grow up fast on the street. I never had time to think about my virginity, it was gone so fast I hardly remember it. But men paid money, not a lot, for a girl and I took a room by the week in this hotel. The manager was an old Pole from the war and he gave me a break on rent in return for sex. In short time I knew the other girls on the street and in a way we all looked after each other, flagging bad men and lending a few dollars now and then.
One night, it was late at night, a man in a Buick stopped and asked me how much. I gave him the pat answer, 10 for a blowjob, 25 for a fuck, and 100 for the night. Get in, he said, and he gave me the 100 up front. He did his thing with me and the next morning he asked me what I was doing, he was driving south to San Diego and if I wanted I could get there on his nickel. There was a Marine Court base he told me, a girl like me could make some good money. We drove that day and spent the night at a small motel. He got his free one that night and talked to me after that. He was divorced and had a job in San Diego and was headed there to get away from that witch.
I never made it to the Marine Court base, I set up housekeeping with the man and became respectable and when his divorce papers were final he married me at the court house with another three couples. Life turned out ok for us, he got promoted and promoted and he made a lot of money and I lived in a nice house and had children for him. All in all, by the time I turned 60 I was well to do, had a retirement pension to live on and even his family was nice to me when we buried him.
I'm 65 this year, getting on in years as they used to say. I dated a man for a while, he was a widower and hadn't gotten over her. I moved to Fort Lauderdale where my daughter lived with her family. I invested in a small real estate venture, a four plex and now I'm a landlady.
Sometimes I look back on all that. I hardly remember my parents. My grandparents I remember. The whole time I was a prostitute seems like an old movie. It's a secret we kept from everybody, and there is no benefit in telling my children. In the end I was on the 'street' for about 18 months before I met Red and ran away with him.
After I was released from the hospital I went home with grandparents. I would spend the next year in a bed, some exercises, a wheelchair, and eventually crutches. I have spent my life with a cane. I learned over time that my father had tried to pass this bus and hit truck head on. My family was poor, my grandfather had a pension from the railroad and we lived in a small house on the 'other' side of town. As I grew up our part of town got worse and worse. When my grandparents died the house was sold for 7 thousand dollars, the price of the land. I was 17 so I was put in a foster care home for a year until I turned 18.
I was turned out onto the street with 30 dollars and good luck to you.
I earned money by doing what all girls in my situation do, I sold my body, The town we lived in had a couple of plants close to where I grew up and I knew of this bar area where girls went to get picked up. Being new to the street I got robbed, beat up, and picked up by some pretty bad types. Your grow up fast on the street. I never had time to think about my virginity, it was gone so fast I hardly remember it. But men paid money, not a lot, for a girl and I took a room by the week in this hotel. The manager was an old Pole from the war and he gave me a break on rent in return for sex. In short time I knew the other girls on the street and in a way we all looked after each other, flagging bad men and lending a few dollars now and then.
One night, it was late at night, a man in a Buick stopped and asked me how much. I gave him the pat answer, 10 for a blowjob, 25 for a fuck, and 100 for the night. Get in, he said, and he gave me the 100 up front. He did his thing with me and the next morning he asked me what I was doing, he was driving south to San Diego and if I wanted I could get there on his nickel. There was a Marine Court base he told me, a girl like me could make some good money. We drove that day and spent the night at a small motel. He got his free one that night and talked to me after that. He was divorced and had a job in San Diego and was headed there to get away from that witch.
I never made it to the Marine Court base, I set up housekeeping with the man and became respectable and when his divorce papers were final he married me at the court house with another three couples. Life turned out ok for us, he got promoted and promoted and he made a lot of money and I lived in a nice house and had children for him. All in all, by the time I turned 60 I was well to do, had a retirement pension to live on and even his family was nice to me when we buried him.
I'm 65 this year, getting on in years as they used to say. I dated a man for a while, he was a widower and hadn't gotten over her. I moved to Fort Lauderdale where my daughter lived with her family. I invested in a small real estate venture, a four plex and now I'm a landlady.
Sometimes I look back on all that. I hardly remember my parents. My grandparents I remember. The whole time I was a prostitute seems like an old movie. It's a secret we kept from everybody, and there is no benefit in telling my children. In the end I was on the 'street' for about 18 months before I met Red and ran away with him.
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