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Click hereIt still takes a village, Hillary reminded us.
It was my granddaughter Constance that told me that she was moving out. She needed her own space. I asked her how she was going to support herself and when she looked at me... I knew.
She has a special talent. People will pay for that special connection that she can make.
I didn't offer her money to stay. I didn't tell my son and daughter in law what their daughter had... become?
I remembered the first love of my life, and the confidence, the power, and the happiness.
I hoped that she would never have to work in Dallas.
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2soon2noalmost 2 years agoAuthorI don't think that the Romantics like a story where a Prostitute could be the subject of love.
I just adore a strong woman. One that does what she wants with the body that she clearly owns. She owes nothing to anyone, and she deserves what love she can find. When society (man) punishes prostitution, they are trying to take away someone else's right to use their body as they see fit.
Homer21stCabout 2 years agoInteresting and different romance story. When I saw the age difference, at the beginning of the story, I thought “Why isn’t this in the mature category?” But once I finished it, I realized it was in the right place.
Good job.
