When I’d walked out of our family home back in mid-March it hadn’t been a planned thing, and I knew I could hardly pull my sobbing and desperate w...ife around me and calmly walk upstairs to pack bags. So, when the receptionist at the Palm Homes Motel, seemingly remembering me from my short stay last Christmas time, checked me in I was decidedly short on clothes and toiletries. Only equipped with the bare minimum from the local Wal*Mart, just enough to get me through the next few days.Even on the. Some men and couple invite me to a private room and I of course say yes. We decide to go to one of the small private rooms. We go me and another woman, her husband and 3 other men.PRIVATE ROOM NUMBER 2We walk in and lock the door. She puts on some nice music and the fun begins again. My mouth is hungry again and I sit on the little sofa pulling 2 boys for me. I pull my top down myself and my skirt up. The other woman took her husband and another man o the bed. I jerk both men. Both were nice. While I’m pissed over what I just learnt upstairs I didn’t notice the small business size card I found in my pocket as I got my car keys out. A standard white card with Payback Bitch typed in the center followed by (212-555-0008) and 113. I don’t know why but I just tuck the card into my smartphone case and get into my car and drive off.Driving home my mind returns to the strange lady and her mysterious card. As I pull up into my driveway my curiosity got the better of me, taking out my phone. "See," said Amy, "you're not the only one!"It was a warm and friendly atmosphere. I sat down as Amy bought the drinks. "Have you been here before?" I asked her."I used to come here a lot with my ex, Ken. He called himself Karen," she said. "He used to love coming in here. He liked to wear a black PVC dress. Very short. I've still got it at home. I borrowed once and 'forgot' to give it him back. You'd look good in it."Thoughts raced through my head. So she's been out with a tranny before. Is.