Then she sat down on the couch and pointed next toher. "Tell me about yourself Andrea. You seem different from the rest of thestudents. I am sure ther... are some major gaps in your education."I sat down and said a few things about how education was not valued inmy family and stopped cold when Missisca put her hand on my thigh. Iturned and saw her smiling at me."No I want to know about other types of education. Such as where youlearned to dress like you do." Uhh..." Yes, for example" and she. The only thing the social services do for children like me is to find us suitable accommodation on our sixteenth birthday, find us a job and give us a hundred pounds to start out with, then we're on our own in what had already proved to be a big, bad world!My job proved to be a Godsend, I worked as an office junior in a local estate agents and soon found myself being pursued by the boss, an oversexed married man of fifty three who was determined to get into my panties."Well" I thought, "Why. I'm ovulating. Maybe we can blame this time on hormones?"I nodded. "You're so beautiful. And we are so good together."Dorothy said, "Shhh! I had almost forgotten how you make me feel. Let's not say more. I want to remember the way I feel now."We held each other. I hugged her like I wanted to pull her into my body.She said, "Lord help me, but I love you so."I thought I couldn't make love again, but we did. I went to sleep in her. I woke to a sticky mess.We made love in the morning before we. Baby,’ Derek winks at me and before I can say anything, he kisses me gently and then pushes me to the bathroom, ‘Shower time baby!’ Shedding my robe aka Derek’s shirt, I open the shower door, which is huge, and walk into the shower. Looking at the knobs I quickly figure out what I need to do and soon enough I am under the hot water rushing down my body. The question still plagues my mind. Why me? I look down at my body and all I know is, I’m not pretty, the scars make me sure of that, most are.