I knew that he could not without my being shown to be a whore.I took his arm and he said, "You look lovely, dear. Peter is a very lucky man to get you...as his wife. Treat him right and he will treat you right." He kissed me and down the aisle we walked. I was conscious of the fact that Terry was behind us at a distance videotaping me walking. My father turned me over to Peter and we stood there and said our vows. I could feel myself losing the battle holding it all in. I could feel the. .. had started performing sexual favors for various men in order to make rent, pay bills, etc. Since you left, it ... escalated. I began turning tricks for men. I became a whore, a total, absolute whore. I wish that I could just say that it was to pay the bills and such, but the truth is that I enjoyed it.“I loved being paid for sex, being desired enough that men would part with their hard-earned wages, their beer money, whatever, to have me. I’m a hooker, Jamie. I don’t know how what you did. Goodness I can't believe that phone calls with him still make me breathless. I took a sip of my warm chi tea and smiled at the thought of him. He was married to his work and other things but he always made time for me.We would always set up dates to keep our relationship special. Today would be one of them. I loved our lunches we shared, but if I thought about that for the next twenty minutes I'd get absolutely nothing done. So I put my head down and got some work done. Time flew by as I put. The next time you were away, the same happened, the time after that was when he took my last virginity.I would like to say I wished it was you but by then I was hooked, at the time I was glad he had me there first, it was only when you took it by force did I begin to see it was you that should have been using me like he did. That the only reason you had not used me like a whore was because you loved me, you respected me and you treated me as an equal.Now as I face my lust, my lack of respect.