Last year, everything started going downhill. My husband divorced me, I couldn’t afford the rent on my apartment anymore, and I couldn’t manage the down-payment for even a cheap apartment. Then the convenience store I worked at shut down. My son Jimmy and I started to live in my car.
My old boss Mr B., who had always seemed the nicest guy in the world, gave me a few bucks to tide me over, but it ran out. I went for another loan and he offered me a “job” with would come with money and a trailer to live in. He said all I had to do was have s3x with my son for his amusement every weekend. I threatened to tell the cops, he pointed out it would look like I was trying to get revenge. I slapped him and stomped away. CONTINUE ON NEXT PAGE BELOW