When I was 15 I had a relationship with my 30 year old music teacher from school.
I had a fist fight with my dad, lived on the street for a little while, then with a prostitute who took pity on me and let me hang at her place.
Then I met up with the teacher at a nightclub and moved in the next day.
I never had it so good.
She'd take me out to dinner, buy me clothes, buy me smokes and grog, buy me imported records and taught me how to please a woman.
She had a little house on the beach and I loved it.
Keep in mind, only months before I was seeing clients come and go, parties where people were ODing or getting stabbed and all soughts of crazy shit.
I dunno, perhaps those three boys were just still boys when that teacher 'raped' them but when I was 15 I was already a man.
Worst she done to me was break my heart, eventually.
I had a fist fight with my dad, lived on the street for a little while, then with a prostitute who took pity on me and let me hang at her place.
Then I met up with the teacher at a nightclub and moved in the next day.
I never had it so good.
She'd take me out to dinner, buy me clothes, buy me smokes and grog, buy me imported records and taught me how to please a woman.
She had a little house on the beach and I loved it.
Keep in mind, only months before I was seeing clients come and go, parties where people were ODing or getting stabbed and all soughts of crazy shit.
I dunno, perhaps those three boys were just still boys when that teacher 'raped' them but when I was 15 I was already a man.
Worst she done to me was break my heart, eventually.
