Step Six>>>

For most of the next year, I kept working on things I had already been doing, with exception of the high school scene. Although there were a great many guys who would have loved what I could do with them, I just didn't like the constant whiny-ass, little, baby-acting shit. Although the older guys had some of that, too, it was nowhere near as constant. I know this might sound a bit strange coming from someone as young as I was at the time, but, I guess I was what people consider and old soul. I always felt superior in maturity, and other things as well, to my peers, but you already know that if you've been paying attention.

Of course you have figured that my next birthday must have expanded my horizons exponentially, which is almost an understatement. The second I was sixteen I got my car then got my license (in that order). Yes, it WAS my car, too. Oh, maybe I forgot to tell you. I was doing some of the things I liked to do for a bit of cash. You may call it hooking or prostitution, but I just considered it a, "tip." No, it would be better to call it a, "gratuity," for the plain and simple fact that those guys were sure as fuck grateful for the services I could perform. Shit, it was prostitution and I knew it, but, as I have said already, it got me what I wanted. I hid that money away and was able to buy a nice Monte Carlo with Cragar Mags and raised white letter Michelines. It was two-tone cherry red and black, both with high sheen and metallic flake. This car was what an old friend of my mom's would have called, "tits." Regardless of what someone might call it, it was first and foremost a magnet. I was never at a loss when trying to be noticed, but this machine upped the ante appreciably.