Looking Back It Was Bad But Not That Bad It Could Have Been Worse

I was a pretty bad girl in my youth, had a baby out of wedlock, got busted more than once for weed. I thought often about just charging for what I was doing for free, but I settled on 'g*fts' instead of money. But one day I woke up alone and looked in the mirror. That girl from my youth was no longer there, my son was 25 and living in Colorado. I tried to pin point when the last time I had sex, I was working a job as a bookkeeper for a doctor's clinic. So much money, and they fought over giving me a $200 a month raise.

I ran away.

I went down to the Greyhound and caught a bus to LA. Four days later I got into LA, with my savings and found a rent a room by the week motel and went looking for a job. I got a job working for mechanics shop as a bookkeeper. The mechanic, an excon, had served twenty two years, never married, lived with his emotions. He doesn't deny what he did, it was something you do when you are young. You don't think about twenty and parole and a record. I let him screw me all he wanted. The first woman he had since before he was sentenced. It gave me great pleasure, to have him screw me over and over. I showed him how girls treated men now, didn't complain about having to swallow, or have him come all over my tits. I don't kid myself, I was also looking for a nothing but sex relationship.

We live now in eastern Oregon in a small town and he works as a mechanic at the Goodyear repair shop. I work as a bookkeeper for the county. I'm old now, 60 is old when you lived half of it before you turned 20. He's 66 and not eligible for medicare or social security. He's a good mechanic and he appreciates a 'broad' making the coffee. I call him my 'old man' and he calls me 'the broad', fitting nicknames for people like us. He can still have sex, even if it's not like it was right after I met him. For an old broad like me getting some dick now and then is a bonus to the relationship.