My mother was, and still is, if not a 10 — a 9. She had me at 18 and within 5 years all of her dozens of boyfriends viewed me as an object d’ art. My mother who did everything (with rich beautiful people, installed a door lock with a key the size of a quarter, just inches from the bed. Between giving me gifts, and convincing me that child s** is a gift from God, I watched EVERYTHING! From 5 – 16 I was seduced to go to every cocktail, cocaine, stiletto party By 7, I had done more combinations than the Rubix Cube with my mother as my cheerleader and frequently she licked my b0dy to o***** in front of everyone.
