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I'd led a fairly normal upper middle-class life until just days after I graduated from high school.

My name is Adora Markham and I, an only child, was headed to an elite university where I'd major in pre-med. On 4th of July weekend my parents were killed in a car accident and my world collapsed.

My parents half-million-dollar house had a three-quarter of a million-dollar mortgage. Worse, the money I thought my parents saved for college, didn't actually exist. "Adora, your parents lived far beyond their means," the attorney handling their estate told me as he reviewed their will with me. "Those European vacations and trips to Hawai'i were paid for with your college fund."

I was devastated. I had no idea how to deal with a situation like that. I didn't even have a car. The note on it was more than the car was worth. I fled.

I had enough money to take a bus from my St. Louis home to Chicago. I had no idea what I'd do there, but I just had to get away from this nightmare.

I'm sure that's not what you want to read about.

I'd been going out with Mitch Wallace since our junior year in high school. He gave me his cock for my eighteenth birthday. I thought it was the best present a girl could get. I was no longer a virgin.

After that I fucked Mitch every chance I got.

Three weeks later, for his eighteenth birthday, I gave Mitch his and my first blowjob. My mouth was no longer virgin either. After that I fucked and sucked Mitch every chance I got. I have no idea if I was any good at either; no, I didn't I know if he was a good fuck.

Then came that 4th of July disaster.

In Chicago, I wandered the streets. I was homeless. I ate out of trash cans and once a week went to a homeless shelter for a shower. I didn't stay at the shelter; they were preaching about Jesus. I didn't need Jesus; I needed the family in St. Louis I thought I had.

At night I slept where ever, but always outside. One day I heard on the street that there was a bakery that gave people like me day-old bread, pastries, donuts and free coffee when they opened at 6 AM, but only until 6:30. I started going there two or three times a week.

Tony, the owner was a good guy and let kids like me know where they could find a hot meal or a safe place to sleep.

I'd been going there for about a month when one morning, the place was buzzing. There were four, maybe five girls, chatting, laughing, having a great time and they were flashing money around. It was six o'clock in the morning. Who's having a good time at that hour? And what kid my age is flashing Benjamins around at any hour?

The next time I saw Tony I asked him about those girls. What did they do and could I get that type of job with just my high school education?

"Adora, as long as you're a woman you can get that kind of job. Do you understand?"

I did, and as hungry as I was, I wasn't that hungry nor that interested. You know I wasn't a virgin, but no. Actually, not no, but FUCK NO!!!!

Two nights later, I changed my mind.

What changed my mind?

I was sleeping behind a dumpster when I was attacked by two men. Both had their cocks out and they almost had my jeans off when we heard police sirens. That scared them off. The incident scared the shit out of me.

The next morning, I stopped at Tony's Bakery. Without telling him the

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