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What I Don't Mention...What I don''t mention during this story is just how many times I did move between all the lines and how many times I would find myself with a different man. How I would go to a bar, even in St. Louis, and wake up the next day to find that I didn''t know where I was nor who I was with and being dependent on whoever I ended up being with taking me home, lol. I was one lucky girl in my life. No STD''s, no HIV, no death. I won''t go into one rape in any of my story. I would push limits on the crazy things I could get myself into and see if I would survive. There was one time that I really, really questioned if I would make it out alive. I was to meet a man about getting a job. I was to meet him for coffee. As I was working as a private housekeeper and didn''t have a car other than my bosses he was to pick me up for the meeting. We were suppose to go just down the street to a diner and have coffee and talk. So I get in the car and we leave. He keeps driving and I am getting really scared. He told me that he decided to talk to me at his place. Now I am really scared. He is suppose to own a jewelry business and need someone to work in the store. Why go to his house? As he drove I notice where we were headed and it was not to any good part of the city. It was in fact one of the worst parts you can go into. At a point he stops for a bottle of whiskey. Stupid me stays in the car. Didn''t know which was my best choice, being dumped where I was, or taking a risk that nothing bad was going to come of this, although my stomach told me otherwise. We get to his place, a seedy building with windows missing. I enter his apartment and he offers me a drink. I take the drink and think that I really needed it by now, again stupid me. Evidently he slipped something in my drink because I can remember just bits of what happened to me that day. I won''t go into horrid details but can say that that day God certainly watched over me well, cause I really feared for my life when I would become lucid. The next morning he took me home. He knew where I lived and the phone number. I was very scared of him and new what he was capable of doing if I did not comply with what he wanted. I never even called the police because I didn''t know what connections he had. I ended up one time in East St. Louis at 2 a.m. while he went in and sold his "jewelry". I did not know how to stop what was happening. He never slipped me anything again, why should he? I was compliant. I moved and he found me. I don''t know how, he just did. One more move and he never found me again. I was free finally. Once again a rambling story and some details not given but I think you get the gist. I was very free with sex and doing so found myself in some pretty odd or scary situations. One time I woke to a woman screaming at the man I was laying next to. We jumped up and got dressed and I went down to his car in a hurry. He took me home. He told me that it was his sister, but I knew better, the way she reacted, and of course I never seen him again. One of those pick em up at the bar men.
Will continue with the other part of the story later tonight. Blogging out.
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