In the end, my dad kept the houseand gave up visitation rights to avoid paying child support. At thispoint, I wasn't hurt, just numb to it. He still s...ent a card on birthdaysand Christmas, with $10, but as a teen, that was my only contact with theman. On a practical side, it also meant that my mom had to raise four kidswith no help.Being poor is awful. There was the shame of food stamps of course andbeing one of the kids who qualified for free lunches. There were times mymom couldn't pay the gas. I fell down and cried. He told me to get up or I will get 5 more. I forced myself up and he said I'll get 1 more because I moved."But I already got more."SMACK! Back on my burning bottom. He said I again miscounted and have to continue from twelve. I will also get 2 more instead of 1 because of this.SMACK!"Twelve, sir."SMACK! A girl passed outside. She didn't look in. I was embarrassed and humiliated. I was crying and screaming in pain with each hit."Thirteen, sir."SMACK! SMACK! Two quick hits. As he led the Razor Blades into a slow ballad and watched cigarette lighters illuminate the audience, he scanned the crowd. Faces blurred into one another, and with a look of desperation he sighed and nearly lost his rhythm. She wasn’t here Jack thought sadly, and with a shrug, he returned to the song, encouraging the crowd to sing with him. As people swayed to the seductive beat of Kenny’s drums, one face emerged from the audience with shocking clarity. Jack’s fingers tightened on his. Erin, not ready to let her pleasure stop, started to push Vincent back down. Vincent obliged, kissing her tummy then undoing her jeans, pulling them down followed by her thong. Erin moaned in anticipation, followed by a soft purr and a nod when Vincent looked up for approval. Vincent kissed down, licking her clit softly then sucking on it. Erin moaned again and closed her eyes, pulling Vincent's hair a little.Vincent smiled again and licked in between her swollen lips, getting to taste the girl.