Like Mom in Hawaii, they were white men who sexed me, the Asian whore.I continued mulling over my life and convinced myself, what was not true, was. I...was a bitch, whore, worthless, good only for sexing and believed it.I'm no different than the Asian bar girls dancing naked on a stage, selected by number. My stage is different but like them, I'm called by a number, my phone number. No, they dance for survival, facing the horror of what they must do to survive. Me, I dance because I want on the. Your ass is still red and I think I see some scares." He kissed my ass. His lips felt so good on my cheeks. He opened my ass cheeks and kissed further and further in towards my ass. I giggled.He turned me over again. "Baby, help daddy get these clothes off." I got up and carefully took off all his clothes. "Abigail. You forgot the glasses." I looked at him with a very seducing look. "No I didn't... Keep them on daddy." I heard him laugh as I lay down on the floor. He laid down on top of me and. She moaned. Soon they were in bed and she wason her back. He slowly began to enter her. “I won’t getpregnant?”“NO, not this time of the month.” I assured her.He went in a bit further. He had hit her maiden head.She had not lost it on a bicycle. It was there, he hadheard of soaking a girl in a warm bath to make thedeflowering easier, but this was the moment. She wastipsy and now was the time. He slammed into the maiden head and she screamed. Hehit it again and felt. After the twins were a little easier to travel with, after they a year old, Mrs. Wilson would come down here and spend a couple of months in January and February, the worst months weather-wise up there. Mr. Wilson would fly down every two or three weeks.”Dave nodded, “Ah, so you discovered the city that way.”“Well, Mrs. Wilson moved here. Mr. Wilson decided to stay in Minneapolis.”Both Ashley and Dave looked puzzled.Celeste explained, “The whole situation got very awkward for me. They were each.