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EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK, "A HUSBAND SCORNED''...

Her beauty helped with the line of work she chose. There were always men in her life to feed her insatiable appetite for s*x and put money in her purse.

They came and left. None ever stayed beyond three months. Agnes loved variety; she had an apathy towards relationships. The men who cared about her were forced to flee when she deliberately brought on the drama.

I got exposed to adult life quite early. My mum made me an experienced virgin. This sounds strange, I know. It's the best way I can stress that I had s*x before I actually had s*x. Plenty of it; by proxy.

While the drifters had my mum in our bed at night, I sometimes watched from the floor where I laid. Did you just ask “what kid watches their parents doing it?” My answer is this: What you grow up seeing on a regular basis becomes normal to you. I felt no shame or embarrassment watching them grind, moan and shudder in ecstasy. What I felt was curiosity and nothing more.

“Don’t go and do it with the boys in this area, you hear!” My mum sounded that warning the morning after the night she caught me watching one of her romps.

Our eyes had met and she grimaced in disapproval. I shut my eyes. I opened them a few seconds later to find that her eyes were still glued to my face. The man of the moment never stopped pounding into her, unaware that mum and daughter were staring at each other. It became a stupid challenge of who would blink first. Then, she gestured with a finger, ordering me to turnover and face the opposite direction. I reluctantly did.

Thereafter, future escapades were done strictly in the dark. But, it was needless because I was familiar with the routine and could tell the various stages they were at from their vocal emissions.

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