’ She was pregnant virtually constantly each year from her 15th to her 18th birthday, but miscarried each child after just a few months. She was, �...�A worthless cunt who couldn’t hold her babies that no man would want to keep.’ She was thrown out of the house right after her high school graduation, pregnant again but already bleeding and soon about to miscarry for a 7th time. The charity in Knoxville that she went to patched up her shattered confidence, found her a small college scholarship that. That's when everything changed. Like you probably have figured out, three guys into it, Mom wasn't suited to be married for a long time. Mike was number three in my twelve years. She was good at getting into relationships but totally sucked at keeping them going once the sex cooled off. Mike was number three and I guess the sex wasn't as hot. One day she ran off with number four, this biker guy who didn't want kids. Mom left me this completely pathetic note explaining why she couldn't take me.. I felt about five spurts of the stuff, hitting my cheeks and splashing around over the small of my back and dress. Some of it already running down the backs of my legs.He spun me around and kissed me once, hard on the mouth before releasing the door and slipping out with barely a whisper 'thanks'.I looked at my watch, four minutes. It took me longer to clean up. There was a tip left on the shelf, which I saw as soon as I got the light on. I went back downstairs, never knowing which guest it was. But he was friendly, and eager to sell him shoes. He knew about this store, knew that drag queens shopped here all the time, knew that he was not the strangest thing that anybody had ever seen there. Something about this place was comfortable, many of the shoes were naughty shoes, designed to elicit sex. Most of the styles came in womens sizes rarely seen on women. He wasn’t home, far from it, but he was in a place of comfort. A ‘normal’ couple entered the store. He hated them for being normal,.