It's My Turn, I Married It, Didn't Work For It

being poor, poor, not disadvantaged, lower economic strata, poor, as dirt poor, I made a promise to myself to get even. Work hard, why? I married money. Call me arm candy, gold digger, trophy wife. The key word is wife, no prenup. Was he 'out of his mind'? Was he 'pressured'? Was he 'plum crazy'? Who cares. He's rich, he has a new young wife, and that's me.

I will do the baby thing, lock in the benefits. He's 62 so I got to milk him while he can. It's business, I use to go by the hour, now I'm a fixture in the house, no more pulling up my pants and leaving.

He is HAPPY, never had so much pussy. His ex wife never gave it to him, embarrassed him when he put his eyes on another woman. Now he's got a babe to show off, he's fully aware I'm from the low end of the spectrum. But I clean up good.