10, the one that was unfinished when Mahler died and a scholar put together many years later, without thinking of you. In fact, that symphony largely ...escribes me. I have been in pieces for a long time, and a wise and gifted friend is helping me sort it all out just by listening, by holding me and caring for me as I put it all together. Sometimes something extraordinary can happen in a place you would never imagine — that’s how I found him. The name I imagined for you, Natalia, has been with me. I walked down their hallway and opened their bedroom door. Hey Matt, how are you? she said smiling at me. Im alright, where is the stuff I need to move? Kind of all over, Ill show you, oh hang on&hellip, she bent over and picked up something, I dont know what it was because I was to focused on her ass, it was gorgeous. Perfectly curved, sloping into her incredible thighs. Prior to that moment Id never thought of her sexually, I had noticed her sure but the idea of actually having sex with her. After what seemed like an endless pause, she eventually replied."You like my lingerie then do you? Well, go on then, put that on!" What?" I replied, flustered and bemused by her request."You heard me, take your clothes off and put that on!" she said, raising her voice and pointing down at the lingerie.I felt trapped, my mind desperately trying to figure out this unsolvable puzzle. What else could I do? I thought, sliding my t-shirt over my head and unzipping my jeans.For a moment I stood,. The affectionate hugs from Rusty were gone but by now I was receiving money for my efforts instead. He would pay me between twenty to fifty dollars on Fridays, depending how well and how many friends I pleased of his. I was now nothing but his obliging moll. Then he brought in a new scam called Friday fuck for a fifty. It all went down after school in his parents bungalow. I would receive twenty dollars from each senior I spread my legs for and allowed them to fuck me. It began to seem my time.