Author's note
- This is a fictionalization of my older sister's biography as she told me the story years later. I am uncertain which category the tale will find itself placed in. This is what I think the story is about - a nineteen-year-old woman showing off her body and having very nasty and semi-rough consensual group sex.
Except for a few non-sexual references that set the initial scene in these notes, all the events depicted herein are of legal adults aged eighteen or over. In fact, it was my sister's eighteenth birthday that set our story in motion.
The three of us kids had been raised by two non-functional alcoholics. Grandpa had money, he paid the household bills and for maids and what-not. Our big brother Hugh, who had been one the few kind people in my life left to go to college when I was thirteen. Shortly thereafter, I practically - although not legally, moved in with my best friend from school -- Lisa, escaping the insanity of my own house.
Three years later -- on her eighteenth birthday, grandpa's attorney came to see my sister Monica. She left the house with him -- then called me for a favor from his office. We drove her to the bus station, she hugged me, said goodbye, left town and never returned. I did not speak to her again for more than five years. The attorney's side of their conversation was easy to recount. It was the same two years later for me.
CATHARSIS -- CHAPTER 00 -- MONICA THE SLUT
"As of this morning," the attorney said, as we sat at the kitchen table, and he slowly handed me forms and explained each one before going on to the next. "You can legally sign the documents here. This first one transfers a one-third share of the 'Contessa' to you, your brother Hugh holds a third and I am trustee of the other third which are held by your sister Jamie.
"This document, it has to be signed six places, here... And here, transfers to your control two bank accounts, two investment accounts and annuity and a life insurance policy. These two, they don't have to be signed, are copies of your grandparent's life insurance policies. This is a copy of the individual life estates they hold on the 'Contessa.' This is the title to the Cadillac outside, it is held by your grandmother -- you will want to keep it that way for insurance purposes, here is the policy. Here are the keys. You are listed here, on the title, as TOD."
He was doing his job, and knowing my grandfather's thoroughness, doing it well. I waited politely, listened and then asked him the only question I really had.
"So, I am eighteen, an adult, free... No stipulations... I can just get up and go?"
"Yes," he said, "if you would like, we could look at what rental properties are available until the end of the school year so that you could finish up and get on to college in the fall."
I said yes to his offer, although I didn't have any intention of following through with my promise.
"I'll be back in a minute," I said running down the hallway to my room.
I lied, it probably took three minutes to grab everything I wanted and throw it in a duffle bag and come back out to the kitchen. My life was calling - I was ready to leave.
He offered to show me my new car, a black 1975 Cadillac Deville. Rather than telling him that I didn't know how to drive, that nobody had ever taught me. That I had never had so much as an actual boyfriend through eighteen pathetic years of life. I let him drive me back to his office where I called Jamie.
She had Lisa's big brother George come out and drive me to the bus station where I bought a ticket for Lubbock. I told George to go ahead and use the car until I came back for it. As it turned out that would be quite a while.
One Year Later
I had planned on going to Texas Tech University, but they wanted a high school diploma, or at least passing grades and senior standing in high school. Grandpa probably would have leaned on someone if I had asked him to, but I was still really pissed at him and grandma. Today I really feel guilty about that, but they knew what life was like at home and they enabled it without raising a finger to change it.
I wasn't a fucking university student, but I was fucking a university professor of art. John was ten years older than me and he was definitely "warm for my form." I grew my red hair long on my head while shaving it from my pubes because he liked it that way. There are other, much kinkier things that I do because John "likes it that way."
He liked it that I fucked other men and told him about it. As I think about it that might be why he is a professor of Art rather than a painter or sculptor. Artists work in media themselves, they take pleasure from their own efforts. Professors watch others and comment on their effort.
He liked to listen to me recount the sex he wasn't getting from me, I guess it takes all kinds. He didn't get me involved in this...
"Dear Lord, lead us not into temptation,
For we can surely find it all by ourselves..."
I found it on my own, but he chose me because it excited him.
I always "go-commando" and on that night was dressed like a little "ginger-slut," a short miniskirt that intermittently, momentarily displayed my "assets." I was at a bar in the "Tech-ghetto," near campus. I was a little turned on knowing that there were many male, and a few female, eyes on me.
