Some Lessons Live With You Every Day,

I was sixteen and my sister fourteen when my mother discovered that my father was having an affair. She wanted us on her side. As women we had to stick together. My grandmother came to the house, my mother was getting ready to sue for divorce. The girl, BTW, was his office nurse.

My grandmother was wholly against divorce. My mother hadn't worked since I was born. In any divorce the lawyers were going to get a third, or more. By the time it came to any distribution, she would be lucky to walk away with the house. "All men cheat. All men. It's their nature. A young woman is like heroin to an addict. All men cheat, get over it. He will get tired of her and you have another thirty years ahead of you. Your mistake wasn't clearing the hire of the nurse."

It was my mother's fault because she let him hire that nurse. Because she didn't watch the back door. Because she should have found a nurse that was competent but ugly as sin. Now she had to make it work, or we would be out on the street, and he would still have the nurse. My grandmother told my sister and I, pussy is the power behind the throne. PUSSY. You have pussy, use it right and you will come out right. Use it wrong and you will be a worthless bitch.

The next day she came to our house and she had this poster of a pussy that she had bought at a museum in Paris when she went. To remind her, PUSSY is what makes men tick. "You see this pussy, a man will kill for pussy, women will not kill for cock". To drive the message home she hung that pussy in our room.

There was no divorce, my mother put up with it and one day that nurse ran off with a medical sales guy with a big dick.

When it was time for me to go to college my mother brought me a dildo. A fucking dildo, and condoms. Entertain yourself, and if some son of a bitch gets to close, don't let him in unless he has a condom on. My grandmother brought me cake, a wide open pussy cake, to remind me that men will eat pussy, all you have to do is put it in front of them.