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I make strangers laugh at the grocery store.īut this was too far. This manifested into many people-pleasing behaviors. I would tell jokes, dance, do anything I could for validation, love and attention. When sober, my father simply reserved all of his father-daughter time for my sister, and I became a trained animal. Occasionally, she would suggest career paths she found suitable for me: showgirl in Vegas, waitress at Hooters, but mostly there was little interest in my life. My mother spent most of her time overmedicated, watching judge shows on TV. I didn't mind doing chores around the house - washing dishes, dusting and vacuuming - but it was their lack of affection and praise that created self-doubt and insecurities deep within me. Not because they taught me polite manners, but because they made me sing for my supper. It’s something I learned from my parents. “I am not going to give you a blow job in a car parked outside my house!” I wasn't going to give him a blow job, ever, anywhere! “Sir!” I said again, feeling the strong need for formality. “Will you, please? Will you, please, just …” He pointed with his head, down toward his penis, as exposed as ever, while sitting dumbly in the driver’s seat of his BMW. David looked at me like a wild beast, all hands and slobber, then quickly changed into a pathetic, stutterin. I thought maybe saying out loud what was going on might help me understand it. “Sir, that is your penis!” I said, stating the obvious. I thought “Quik2draw” was a reference to his love of spaghetti westerns. I threw my hands up like a cop had just shined his lights on me and yelled at me to stick ‘em up.
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One moment I’m caressing his face, the next he grabbed my hand and put it right where he wanted it. David, that’s his real name, kissed me deeply, too deeply and before I could say, “Thanks for the drinks, good night!” his warm, hard dick was in the palm of my hand, literally. I thought we were just kissing good night in his car until I felt it in my hand. “Quik2draw” pulled out his penis with the kind of urgency you might find during a natural disaster or a major security threat.