Straight Female / 62
I Have A Confession, To Relieve My Burden
It was during my summer break, before senior year and I took a couple of months to wander Europe. I had money, a credit card funded from home, and from the American Express office. Money was not my problem. I got tired of museums, old cathedrals, Roman roads and aqueducts. I had seen the iconic, the tourist destinations. I was bored.
I was on the train from Lyon to Paris and some thug grabbed my backpack and ran. Before he got to the door of the car, a man stuck his leg out and tripped him. That and a smashing of his face with his fist, he returned my backpack to me. I was silent, I had never seen someone 'taken' out like that. He had me sit with him, on the inside seat by the window. We talked a little, a Frenchman traveling to Paris to pickup a painting.
In Paris he asked me to join him, go to the gallery with him. It was a nice painting, they had restored the painting for him. There were many other paintings, some for sale, others belonged to patrons. I needed to find a place for the night. He took me to his hotel and got a room for me. By sunup I was in bed with him.
My summer had taken a very dark turn. He was a man who took advantage of women. By the time I got away it was February. I had been let go, my backpack and clothes were on the bed. The door unlocked, a small hotel in the Italian alps.
I returned to my life, my family. But I could not assimilate. I left and moved to a small house to live in. It was there that I met a man who helped me. I spent hours and hours with him, until I accepted myself again as a woman. To be a woman, I spent my time with chores, and meditation. Only after I was a woman again did he accept me.
I am not well. I am flirting at death's door. I have never spoken about my ordeal. Many who knew me saw me only as spoiled and selfish. And that I had surrendered myself to a man twice my age. He waits for me, I am ready to go to him. To be at peace with him. To end my ordeal.
I was on the train from Lyon to Paris and some thug grabbed my backpack and ran. Before he got to the door of the car, a man stuck his leg out and tripped him. That and a smashing of his face with his fist, he returned my backpack to me. I was silent, I had never seen someone 'taken' out like that. He had me sit with him, on the inside seat by the window. We talked a little, a Frenchman traveling to Paris to pickup a painting.
In Paris he asked me to join him, go to the gallery with him. It was a nice painting, they had restored the painting for him. There were many other paintings, some for sale, others belonged to patrons. I needed to find a place for the night. He took me to his hotel and got a room for me. By sunup I was in bed with him.
My summer had taken a very dark turn. He was a man who took advantage of women. By the time I got away it was February. I had been let go, my backpack and clothes were on the bed. The door unlocked, a small hotel in the Italian alps.
I returned to my life, my family. But I could not assimilate. I left and moved to a small house to live in. It was there that I met a man who helped me. I spent hours and hours with him, until I accepted myself again as a woman. To be a woman, I spent my time with chores, and meditation. Only after I was a woman again did he accept me.
I am not well. I am flirting at death's door. I have never spoken about my ordeal. Many who knew me saw me only as spoiled and selfish. And that I had surrendered myself to a man twice my age. He waits for me, I am ready to go to him. To be at peace with him. To end my ordeal.
