Her boss had written on her tits…in a permanent Sharpie marker…black. I took three pictures then told her to get in the shower and get it off befo...e Dad got home and saw it.On the underside of her right tit it said, “This fucking whore is mine.” On the underside of her left tit it said, “I pay her and I can fuck her.”Well that just pissed me off.The next day I went right over to his house to confront his wife. She opened the door and invited me in without even asking me who I was. She was. When I tried to join the other kids I wasattacked, teased or at the best, shunned. Although I was pretty good inteam sports I was still picked last.For example, when I was about twelve and walking home from school, this boycame up from behind me and said, "I want to see if you're a boy or a girl,"and goosed me. I fell down to the ground to protect myself. The physicalpain lasted only a minute or two. The emotional pain lasted a lifetime.In high school my senior class voted as to who was the. At night, when her husband is back from work, she served him dinner and then pretended to get busy with the kids. He took note of the empty chairs but then saw the shrimp curry and smiled. Nothing made him happier and hornier than shrimp curry and rice. He had a new edition of Black Men on White Chicks version 999 incase that didn’t work. Dinner was done in no time, too. Soon, dishes were being put into the washer, and then the washer was rumbling. And then the ritual door closing and then the. He grinned in satisfaction as he saw that Shay had been watching him, and Shay smiled back when she realized she had been caught staring. After a brief lay over in Chicago, Shay was on her way again. They had picked up a few more passengers and now she shared her space with a barely-out-of-high-school boy that was trying to chat her up and impress her with his grandiose plans for the future that would make him very rich before he was thirty. Shay tried to be tactful but he was stubbornly.