"Jen the problem is there were a dozen cops who rushed in to save my ass," I explained."And I'm sure Mike will tell it that way," she said."He is inte...ested in TV not the truth. I would like to believe that what I did was enough to entertain people, but I know that it isn't. It needs everyone's effort. But still it was his show.I found Mike's phone number in New York. I called him during the show. "Mike what the hell are you doing cowboy?" I asked."Watching the show, are you watching it as. I just lay in bed, tossing and turning. Finally, it was 1 AM and I had to pee.As I left my room I could sense someone was in the kitchen. My eyes adjusted to the light and I could see Dad shuffling about in there."Dad?" I called. He turned to me and seemed to pause. I moved closer. As I did so I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. And a moment later I realized he also wasn't wearing pants ... or underwear!"Ack!" I gurgled, averting my eyes. "Dad! What're you doing in here, naked?!" He didn't. A week didn't go by that I didn't have atleast 8-10 loads to swallow,then it changed.Pete had developed a habit of dropping by everytime he saw a man leave my place.It was as if he was marking his property with cum.Just by himself,Pete was squirting 5 or 6 loads down my throat a week.Even when a regular friend dropped by and leave,there was Pete.One saturday I'de spent a long time with my realtor friend.He'de found out I was a licensed massage ther****t after seeing my portable massage table in. Roger was bright. Hecaught on fast and cut me out of the picture.She Devil put me where she thought I belonged - behind a secretary'sdesk. I learned typing and dictation, filing, all the things a secretaryhandles. And to survive, I learned how to please my boss."Honey, get in here for a little dictation."I grabbed my pad and hustled in. I made sure that I wore a big happysmile."Yes Sir," I chirped. I made sure my skirt rode up as I sat down, thatmy knees were apart, and my breasts held.