No money. Village sex The cop didn’t seem to care if I were telling the truth or not. Tom got drunk and started in on me. I can’t take his shit anymore Journal, I really can’t. He asked me what happened, what was I doing out there? Friday 01/30/81
Journal the jury’s back. I felt his mouth on my breasts. What a fucking idiot. I was supposed to be checked out this morning. “You knock her up”? He introduced himself, Taylor Vincent. The sudden rush of pain hit me. He was dressed and smoking a Camel non-filter. Fingering through the books I saw about 12 of them. Thankfully Journal I’ve become a good liar when it comes to justifying my marriage and what I’m putting up with. He shoved them deep inside me then pull them out then shove them back into me again.
