I Like Being A Woman For My Man, And He Likes That I'm His Woman

I grew up in the barrio, mostly laborers, most women were single with a man who came around, most women had kids, from different men. By the time girls turned fourteen they were ready, by the time women turned 24 they had four or five kids. I was one of six kids, three different men. Only me and my younger sister have the same father. He was a drunk, alcoholic, he beat up my mother when he was drunk. Charging him meant that he wouldn't be able to work. I was thirteen one night when he was drunk. He beat up my mother, and then he hit me. I fell to the floor and he saw my panties under my dress. He stood me up, and took my dress off and grabbed my panties and pulled them down and looked at me naked. He asked me if I wanted 'verga'. My mother told him to stop, but he had made up his mind and I was given verga by my father.

It was over, now I was his woman. When he came to the house I was the woman to pay attention to him. He no longer had sex with my mother. I would lie if I said I didn't like it, when a man has sex with you you like it. I liked it and I got angry if he looked at another one of my sisters. He and a friend got drunk and held up a gas station. His friend shot the clerk, but they both went to jail. He is in jail now. No one visits him. My mother has a new boyfriend, a man who works at a truck stop. He gives her money, and she sleeps with him. They have sex, she wants us to know that she has sex with him and that way she gets money.

I finished high school, after my father had me as his woman no one touched me. They were scared of my father, even if he was in jail. I went to work for an insurance company, and the lady there sent me to school to learn about insurance. She later sent me to school to learn bookkeeping. I worked there for seven years. A man came around to have his taxes done, that was one of the things that the lady did and he asked for me. He liked me to stand close to him, real close. He wanted to feel my heat. He asked me if I liked being a woman. He needed a woman and if I liked I could be his woman. The lady that I worked for told me to go live with him, he made money. He had four trucks and he owned a truck repair shop. Go be his woman and remember to stick him with a few children, that way he would keep me.

I have four children. I don't work, except for him. I do the bookkeeping for the businesses. That includes payroll and the tax returns. We live in the house behind the truck garage and my children go to a private school. Unlike my sisters I had my first child at 26 and my last child, for now, at thirty three. They had their children when they were fourteen or fifteen. That way they could have a man. So all of my children's cousins are a lot older than they are.

The lady I worked for still reviews the bookkeeping, and reviews the tax returns, and sells us the insurance. She asks me if I like being a woman. I do. She does too. She likes being a woman, I think that's why we are friends. It feels good to be a woman when your man comes home from work. It fees good when he wants you.