There was just one problem; it would show on my credit card bill which Richard checked out each month. Yes sir; he sure did. Richard was a control fre...k.So I decided to do something unthinkable. I’d swallow my long held pride and ask my older brother for the money to fix Richard’s car!You see, it wasn’t called abuse when I was 14 ; that age-old pedo-sex ritual was coyly referred to as ‘being interfered with’ and Brad was twenty-one when he first started on me. He was also engaged to be married. Part of each chapter was a history lesson, on why this stuff was important and how it had affected the growth and prosperity of the United States. One helpful thing, to me at least, was that way back when, I had been an avid viewer of the History Channel and the Discovery Channel, which had yet to be invented. It was amazing the oddball stuff that I retained.We had the book mostly done by mid-August. The one thing we had the most problem with was the title. Non-fiction books like this need two. I noticed that Mr. Wong was talking to the sales girl and she was smiling at him. I saw him whisper something in her ear and then I saw them walk between some book shelves.I could tell that they were kissing back there. This really caught my attention. I moved closer to get a better look. Mr. Wong had his tongue in the sales girl’s mouth and his hands on her ass. She was writhing and squirming against him. He slid her panties down her legs and she kicked them on the floor. He then removed her. I was excited as hell and also feared that something bad gonna happen. I slowly put my hand on her back and slowly patted her for support. Her tears had already wetted the shoulder straps of my shirt.“ I fear he probably had an affair in his workplace!”, she continued to cry with that same tone, “He hadn’t called me since a month or even responding to the call, I inquired his office about his presence and they told he was always regular in his jobs. He is completely neglecting me”, she said. In.