I Can't Believe That I've Been Married For 40 Years And Have 5 Kids

One night was slow and by nine I only had one customer. We talked and I told him I was closing early. He told me that he lived close to my neighborhood and he wasn't looking forward to riding the bus because it was raining. I told him I would give him a lift. That's the one minute story.

When we got to his place he told me he wanted me to come in with him. I wasn't interested, not that he begged, but I gave in. I hadn't had any for a while, and I needed some and right then it seemed like a good idea. He showed me around, it was one bedroom duplex set up, and before I could really get my bearings I was on the bed and he was on top of me. He got off enough to be able to screw me.

I got up and dressed myself and he told me to get undressed and get in bed and spend the night with him. I was not going to do that, but again, he wasn't begging, he was insistent and he got my clothes off and back in bed, and back on top of me. His second service was much more normal and he finished completely. Now I lay there, staring at the ceiling. While he was snoring.

What had I done. I didn't even know his last name. After a while I got up to get dressed and leave and he again held me back and got me back into bed with him. I gave in and fell asleep.

When I am asked how did I meet him, I don't ever go into how easy it was for him to get me in bed with him. Or that I didn't know him, or his last name, or what he did for a living. Within a week I was living with him, and he had gotten his car out of the shop. He wanted a full time full on girlfriend, with all the fringe benefits. He didn't want me working as a bar maid. What he wanted was the story book housewife, home girlfriend. Six weeks later he told me that I should plan on getting married and to go and make the arrangements. We got married six weeks after that.

We just celebrated our fortieth anniversary. He got five kids out of me, and I stayed home as a housewife.