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sample little girl incest "littlegirlincest" story: He had divorced my mother about 2 years before (and a messy divorce at that) and went to pursue what was known back then a "hippie" life-style, complete with their artifacts of the time (drugs, "free sex," non responsibility, etc.). He did still visit me from time to time after the divorce, but the deteriorating relationship between myself and my mother came to a head, and after a number of times showing up at the county Family Crisis Center (usually late at night), the county finally took me out of my mother's house, and let me stay with my father. Needless to say, it was a drastic change for me. One of the first things I had to adjust to was his new life-style. He didn't try to hide his drugs (which was only Marijuana and Peyote) or his girlfriend. He also introduced me to his new friends, which were all people who had migrated to Berkeley from the midwest to catch the Berkeley "movement," though it had pretty well died off by the early 70's there, save for the occasional demonstration on the Berkeley campus. Eventually, he introduced me to marijuana and rock concerts (which I though was the best combination I ever experienced), and his roommate. His roommate was also divorced, having come from the same circumstances as my father, and also indulging in the same things that my father was now indulging in. He was more outgoing, though, with numerous girlfriends (which he _loved_ to take Polaroid pictures of, and showing them around to his friends and myself). He was always out somewhere with his numerous dates, either at a rock concert, dinner, or at their house, since now that I moved in, it made it inconvenient for him to enjoy his sexual escapades at home. I, myself, had started being independent almost a couple of years before, learning how to get around the Bay Area (on the bus and the subway here, called BART), and making the most of my newfound mobility. One of the things my mom didn't like was that I "disappeared" until the wee hours of the morning (sometimes 2am), not knowing what the hell I was doing out so late, being that I was so young (11-12 years old). Usually, I would be in San Francisco, in numerous places (like Polk Street, Mission Street, or wherever there was people hanging around). Since I didn't have any more neighborhood friends (they had either moved or made new friends themselves from going to different schools themselves, as I lived on a school border line for 2 different junior high schools), I made do with hanging out in "The City." My father didn't mind any of this at all, since it made his life easier, so to speak, because I was not around so much. He still had a hard time communicating with me, as he had really abused me (physically) when I was a little kid, and he didn't know how to apologize for that (or even "make up for it"). So he compensated it by giving me money and marijuana in any quantity I wanted, which gave me even more mobility to get around. Since some of his friends lived in Berkeley, I discovered that area in short order, and was also "hanging out" there also... continue -> incest paysites |
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