It Isn't The Sex, It's Something Else.

I was a runaway. I was fourteen. I hitchhiked. I rode the bus. I went from a no good home with an alcoholic abusive stepfather, to a 'daddy' who took me in. He isn't what you would call a nice person. But he made me a deal, live with him, a 'niece' and go to school. He eventually mounted me when I was seventeen. After that, I slept with him.

He taught me the business. I went to school to learn what he couldn't teach me. I graduated with a law degree. It was on an appointment that a man. He reminded me of my stepfather and I accidentally called him Dad. From that moment I couldn't stay away from him. I left my mentor and went to live with him.

My confession, if this is what it is. I have a weakness for strong older men. It's a real weakness.