I was working my way through school after an accident that had left me recovering from a broken leg and hip. I was self conscious and walked with a limp. At the hotel where I worked was a guy who was on security. I worked the 3 to 11 shift and he and I talked a lot when he came on shift, it wasn't serious by any means. One night he didn't show, no one could get ahold of him. The next day the boss manager called me to his office and said he thought I should know, he had committed suicide. It left me with a cold hurt in my stomach.
I went to the county fair that fall with some friends and one, a guy, got behind me and held me with his hands on my tits. Squeezing them slowly, I covered his hands with mine and just fell into it, when his hand slipped down between my legs I just grabbed his hand tight while he felt me up. It was mid afternoon at the fair, but surrounded by hundreds of people. I lived with my parents, both were older who had married in their late thirties. He was nice to them, but he took me back to my bedroom and walked back out to them, having fucked their daughter. What could they say? Nothing. Their daughter was fucked and they could do nothing. They were cold to me from that day, the feeling of family never returned. Disappointment? Disgust? it was all that and more. There daughter was fucked in their house under their nose.
I did manage to finish college, after six years, and went to work in sales. I had the personality for it, but I kept from being in situations where I had to walk, I always covered up for my limp. I was at a meeting with several men, the only female in the room, and their conversations was about the 'tittie parlor' they have been at the night before. I didn't seem like I could get a break, all broken bad me all around me. I was still not over my that afternoon at my parents, I never saw that guy again. When one of the men at the table started to make a move on me, I lost my temper and cussed them out and walked away from my job.
Twenty four without a job I told my roommate that I was going to have to move to something a lot cheaper. I moved in with a guy I knew and went to his room and offered myself to him. This is my life, I just can't seem to meet good men.
