Prologue
BIG revisal coming soon. Shorter chapters, longer series...
I wanted to write about the stories my heroic fathers wrote concerning their lives together but the federal government forbade it... until now.
I was raised to believe that sex isn’t dirty, but very beautiful when there is respect, trust, and honesty. They had that in abundance! There was a whole group of them and they were all lovers with no drama and a lot of fun. My husband and I were not into that lifestyle. To each, his own and I’m glad it worked for them. It’s how my brother and I were conceived.
What an incredible life my family had too. It wasn’t all good, however. I knew my grandfather was not a nice man. He was horrible! I had no idea how horrible. Not my other grampa though. I will never forget the amazing grandparents I had on the Nardino side.
My gramma’s cooking was seconded only by my father’s. He was the greatest cook in the whole world. And my grampa, he was a living saint! There was nothing he wouldn’t do for us. Especially me. I was grampa’s girl! I miss him so much. I am comforted to know that my fathers are with them now and gramma Rose. Grampa Micheal, no doubt, is burning in Hell!
Our Aunts and Uncles were great people too! They gave my brother and me so much that I could hardly tell where to begin. I’ll let the stories explain it all.
Since I was a child, I have always wanted to go to space. I was a very curious and confident child. I wanted to know how things worked and what their purpose was. And I always knew I was destined to be an astronaut or someone great. Wanting to serve my country, I couldn’t wait to join the military. I also couldn’t wait to have a family of my own.
My sexuality kicked in very early in life. I tried to picture the women I might marry and what sex would be like even before high school. I asked girls out at the end of middle school and I even got one to agree to go out with me. We never went anywhere though or did anything romantic.
I was in sexual overdrive in high school! I tried to ask as many girls as possible to go out with me. I didn’t really have a type. Looking back, I guess I was looking for more of a connection than an attraction. That’s when I met Lorie.
Lorie was my high school sweetheart. She was fun, sweet, and very attractive. We had a shared interest in history and fast cars. That’s when I bought myself an IROC Z. We went everywhere in that car. I was very proud of the fact that I bought it with my own hard-earned money. We were very happy. For a while, at least.
I remember the first time I was brave enough to fight back. I was 7 years old. My father punched me in the head and I saw stars. I was furious and I fought back. I got my ass kicked too. That was when I decided that I wasn’t going to allow it to go on for the rest of my life. Someday, I will stand up to him and kick his ass.
I became very athletic and worked out every day. I would run for miles and miles just to build up my strength. If nothing else, I was fast. I could run my ass off and I was learning to fight. Michael won’t be hitting us much longer. I won’t allow it.
My mother was a fragile woman. She was on a lot of medication and she slept most of the time. I learned how to take care of myself at a very early age.
Michael came home wasted on that memorable night. I was sitting on the couch with my mom after having a pizza I bought with the money I had stolen earlier that day. He screamed at me for wasting my money on food and that I should have given it to him. Mom tried to defend me, and that’s when he punched her so hard that I saw the blood shoot out of her mouth. I went mental and beat the tar out of him.
As he lay bleeding on the living room floor, I warned him to move out or I would not stop until he was dead. I meant it too. I would have killed him. I should have!
Instead, I ran away and took care of myself. Sure, I didn’t do the most honest things to survive but I don’t regret any of it. It all brought me to where I am today, and to the people that I know and love. I wouldn’t change a thing!
