That day, I found out how big a lie my life really was.Harold, the man I thought was my father for all these years is not my father at all. We share n...o blood. I’m so grateful for that, now. Of all his many faults, gambling is the one that brought everything out into the open and saved me. It’s also the reason I’m a whore.That Friday I came home to find Dad drunk and agitated. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. He ordered me to get dolled up, which was both weird and extra-ordinary. I went. Jack Blake is an extremely well dressed gentleman of indeterminate age. Nearly all the staff, variously referred to him – behind his back - as Blakey, the Colonel, the Major or sometimes even the General. At the time I had no idea which rank he'd actually held in the army, if any. At one time I kind-a had it figured that Captain or even Admiral, would have fitted him better. Or should I say, would have been nearest to correctly describing his one time profession. When the old boy did, very. I sat. I now knew I was drugged but as I said before I didn’t care. I only got sexed up waiting for the man to give me what I needed. He walked over to me and was holding a pair of cuffs. I couldn’t stop him from cuffing me to each end of the couch then my ankles were also cuffed to each led oif the couch holding them open. He said I had a nice looking cunt. I just sat their helpless. Now the man walks over to a door and opens it. Out walked three more men. They walked around me. Night-time would find me in Rosa’s cantina, Music would play and Feleena would whirl. Night after night, the drifter went to the cantina to see Faleena, sometimes coming early enough to ask her to have dinner with him. She often accepted and they made small talk as they ate, she always with a smile on her face and laughter in her eyes, he with a more intense emotion held barely in check.He knew he had fallen in love with her the first night he saw her but, when he spoke of love, she simply.