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... and rebellious, I had no desire to go live with them because they were religious nuts and very strict. I traded my ticket in at the counter for a ticket to beaconsfield. I don't know why I chose buckinghamshire, God knows I didn't know anyone there, I just wanted to get as far away as I could from Mom and my grandparents. In my bag I had stashed away a couple of pairs of high heels and some lipstick. I also had – in addition to the hundred pounds Mum had given me – 800 pounds that Butch had hidden from Mum. The bus pulled into Beaconsfield in the late afternoon. It was June and really hot. I wandered around the village for hours with no idea where I was going. Eventually I found myself in what I was later to learn was a rich mans play ground. Being from a small town I knew next to nothing about the world. I went into a store and bought a couple of fuck magazines. Everyone I saw around me was black or latino – which was strange to me because, other than Butch, there were no black people in the town I had spent my life in. It was getting dark. I went into the lobby of a hotel. I passed some worn out looking furniture where some bums were sl**ping and went to the desk. The clerk was an older guy who seemed surprised to see me. I guess I didn't realize how out of place my youthfulness made me. I asked him how much for a room. &#034How old are you, k**?&#034 he asked me. &#034I'm 25,&#034 I answered him, which, looking back on it must have seemed very funny to him because I was ...

... lucky if I looked 18 - which I was. &#034Forty pounds,&#034 he said, pushing the register toward me. &#034Sign there,&#034 he said. I signed a made up name and gave him the money. He handed me a key. &#034Room 40 – take the elevator,&#034 he said. The elevator was really old and it had a folding cage like door that you had to close first, then the big door closed when you pushed the floor number button. It took a long time for the elevator to get to the fourth floor. I stepped out into the hallway. The lighting was really dim. I found my room and went in. The room was surprisingly large. I flicked the light switch. A single naked light bulb filled the room with a sickly pale light. In the middle of the room against the wall was an old iron bed. The mattress was lumpy and had stains all over it. It smelled like piss. There were sheets folded on the mattress. Against another wall was a sink. There was no bathroom. That, the clerk had told me, was located down the hallway and was communal, meaning all the guests on that floor had to share it. I threw the sheets on the bed and took off all my clothes; I couldn't wait to masturbate. Nowadays when I jerked off, in addition to the fuck magazines, I thought of when Butch and I made love. I jerked off 3 times in a row before falling to sl**p, cum drying on my belly. I don't know how long I slept but when I awoke it was still dark. What woke me was a noise. I opened my eyes and was shocked: the clerk was standing over my bed! I pulled ...