“Look, doctor, I don't want to waste your time probing into my past because I can give you the whole story right now.
“I was one of ten kids and I don't have to tell you we were poor. I can't see why in the hell poor people always insisted on having so many children. When I married I made sure I never had more than three. Anyhow, being one of ten in a poor family didn't make me a living doll. I learned early in life that I had to fight for every bit of affection that came my way. That's why I wound up buying boys in my middle years. Let me explain that-
“You see, I never was a pretty kid and I thought I had really been cheated by life. Being poor was bad enough but did I have to be ugly besides? My sisters were pretty which meant that plain looks didn't run in the family and they found boyfriends to make life worth living. As for me I had to all but throw myself at boys to let them know I was alive.
“Homely girls usually, withdraw into themselves but I wasn't the withdrawn type. Because boys ignored me I spent many a night at home when I should've been at a party or dance someplace. My older sisters married out of poverty using their looks to buy husbands. All of us buy and sell one another like pieces of furniture in one way or another I learned this before I was ten.
“When I got out of high school I went to work in a factory to help support the family. College was out of the question. No one in my family went on to college because we all considered a high school diploma, especially for a girl, something of a prize. Of course that was back when I was a kid. Today a high school diploma is considered to be only a stepping stone on to bigger and better things.
“I didn't go far with my diploma because I found myself working along with morons at the factory. When I looked around me I wondered if it was worth the sweat to go on living. I didn't mind the work or my lousy home so much as I missed the lack of romance in my life. If I had a boy to love me then I could take any crap the world handed out.
“When I saw one of my sisters marry off I made up my mind to have love no matter what. I was dumpy and plain but I was no shrinking violet. I all but made a pass at one twenty year old guy who worked along with me at the factory. His name was Tony and he had the reputation as a skirt-chaser. If it was pussy he was after he could have mine any day.
“Tony wasn't one to turn down an offer from anything so he followed me out of work one day and said, 'Let's take the long way home, kid.'
“He took me into the bushes near the factory and felt up my breasts. It wasn't the most romantic spot in the world but it was better than nothing. When I took off my blouse and bra he rubbed his fingers over my nipples. 'Nice tits,' he said and then had me take off the rest of my clothes.
“There is a lot to the business about a boy not respecting you for giving in too easily. Since I threw myself at Tony lie treated me like a whore. When I was naked he made cracks about my figure and I got mad. 'If you don't like what you see then forget about it,' I told him.
“I was about to put my clothes back on when he told me to take it easy. 'I was only pulling your leg, kid,' he said.
“Tony opened his pants and exposed his cock. It was limp and long. I hadn't even excited the bastard. He started jerking his meat into hardness and I didn't know if it was my figure that turned him off or if it was because he had had too much sex that day already and had run out of steam. At any rate he couldn't get it up. He looked at me in disgust and then told me to French him. 'Maybe I just need a little encouragement from you, doll,' he said.
“I went down on my knees in front of him and took his prick orally. As I mouthed him he started to react. When his dick was big and hard I pulled my mouth away hoping that he would now throw his meat in between my legs. 'Keep going… keep going,' he said excitedly. 'You're doing fine.'
“Well, this was some reaction from the lover, at least, so I went back to Frenching him. He shot his load in my mouth and I spat the stuff out on the ground. I hadn't expected this. I thought he just wanted to make him a bit more harder but, instead, he planned to have me go all the way.
“I was angry and told him off. 'Maybe you're some kind of fruit who can't do it the normal way,' I said.
“He laughed. 'Doll, I just wanted to see if you were my type,' he said. 'I don't waste time on girls who only want to do it one way.'
“I believed him because I wanted to believe him. Tony promised to screw me in the right way and in a room. For me this was some kind of big deal. It was as if he were giving me more than I had a right to expect. But, even then, he didn't go through with it. Instead he told all the morons at the factory about me and soon these creeps started hanging around me asking me if I wanted to take a trip to the bushes. Tony thought it was all a big joke.
“I left the factory telling myself that I was too smart for such a dumb job. The real truth was that I couldn't take those hard-up morons who wanted me to go down on them any more. As it turned out it was a good move because I found a better paying job at an office. The employer liked me because I busted my hump trying to make good. I guess I threw all my sexual energies into work that time. With all the frustrations I had some kind of success had to be in my future. By the time I was twenty I was the head of my floor. The girls who worked under me called me a bitch and every other thing but I did get work out of them. I hated them as much as they hated me because I knew that they were all slated to marry while I had to make up my mind to be a career girl.
“I met Arnold at a company dance. He was a short, fat guy none of the girls wanted to dance with so I made myself available to him. I could see that he had his hot eyes on the beautiful and shapely girls but he got stuck with me. When I accepted his invitation to dance he seemed almost grateful that someone had shown him some attention. Well, I could say the same about myself. We were two wallflowers that found one another.
“What Arnold lacked in looks he more than made up for in brains. I could see that he was destined to go places so I hitched myself to his rising star. He did get lazy now and then but I was used to pushing work out of people so part of his rise could be credited to me.
“My family didn't like Arnold much because they measured him against all the good looking guys my sisters married. Still they knew I had few options about marriage material. As a beggar I couldn't be a chooser.
“Arnold got the same reaction from his family when he took me to meet them. People acted as if being homely and dumpy were crimes. Anyhow, once both our families got used to seeing us together we didn't look all that bad.
“Both of us were in our mid-twenties when we married which meant that neither one of us had to suffer the pangs of solitude long. My family had written me off as an old maid so the marriage came as a surprise to them. I had all but written myself off as an old maid, too, but it looked like I wasn't going to suffer that fate after all.
“Arnold was with a construction company driving a tractor at the time of our marriage. He made pretty good money when he got jobs but his kind of work depended on contracts so that he was laid off a lot of times. Money was scarce but I was used to that. When I became pregnant I was afraid I might get stuck in the same poor trap I had come out of and this made me push my husband all the more to get ahead.
“My husband was a strong lover and he had a good-sized dong. Unlike Tony he didn't mind screwing me in the pussy. Arnold told me about his unhappy youth which was much like my own. All his life girls had rejected him because of his looks. It was surprising that we managed to breed very attractive children. At least we knew they wouldn't go through the same hell.
“Life was hard but I had all the love I needed to bear it for the next few years. My husband went from tractor driver to foreman and on to an executive position with the company. All the while our children grew into attractive adults who married and had children of their own.