Kept my self clean, but it's not a good life. Every man thinks it's a great life, but for a woman it's not. Been robbed a few times, but nerver beat... up.So one afternoon I'm a little, innocent looking black girl waitint for a city bus in a bus stop shelter in Richmond, Virginia and this white guy stops his car to ask for directions. Found out pretty quickly that what he really wanted to know was if I was available. I was - gotta survive, you know.I didn't have any place to take him so I. . Is true. I AM a sex addict. I'm not proud of it. But I'm supposed to be honest, right. I mean, if I can't be honest with a bunch of other sexaholics, who can I be honest with. It's hard to be honest with yourself, that's the toughest thing.”“As I was saying, Ted knew I liked sex. Everybody did, and I had sex with about everybody who knew me, at one time or another. You might say the everybody who knew me, knew my body, Biblically speaking if you will. Teddy too, it was inevitable. He. "That's it baby, suck on Joycey, feed on me, everything's alright, mommy's here."Buffy felt pangs of envy. Envy for her mother to have Drusilla feeding on her, envy for Drusilla having mom embrace her like that. She lay down beside Joyce and nuzzled her head to hers, stroking her cheek and kissing her gently, running her fingers through both her mother's hair and Drusilla's. Even under her state of thrall Joyce still smiled and closed her arm around Buffy's shoulders.Someone was crying. For a. Lucy in the meantime with the benefit of being older did have someone that she seemed to be settled with, although was not, as yet married. Out of the blue one evening, I had a call from her. That coming weekend she was going to be in a town about fifty miles away and could we possibly get together for a quick hello and maybe a drink.As it happened I knew the town and suggested I buy her supper in a restaurant there. That fitted in with her plans, although she wouldn’t be able to stay because.