Daddy's Little Girl

I wasn't "Daddy's Little Girl", "Mother's Little Girl", I was just what blacks in Wade Station referred to as a "Throwed away" baby.
All that's cool. I'm just glad to be here. I mean that, that's exactly what I told my mother at fifteen when she forced me to write my grandfather a letter to explain the quandry she had gotten into. MJW had divorced her soldier husband of ten years for a much younger very handsome "yalla" soldier.
The year prior her "short jet black" hen pecked beat down abused cowdardly husband got caught up in some of her sexual deviancy involving me. For some reason he thought that he could disturb my sleep in the middle of the night with his big black dick in one hand and a wad of money in the other.
Time Out!WARNING! This blog is for mature audiences that want to know the TRUTH about our world. My blog is Real, it is Honest. It may be too painful for those born perfect and privileged and have never had to endure any kind of pain. You know, the kind of people that could not understand why the "masses" didn't leave New Orleans before KATRINA hit. You are truly blessed if you have never cursed or had to. Well I promise that you will not get "coodies" or contaminated in any way. My hope is that you will help me to "out" all pedophiles, or at least some of them. I promise to not curse unnecessarily. I am of the opinion that there is no such thing as bad language, only bad experiences. I have survived so many Bad Experiences that I must share them on this blog. I hope and pray my story can save some poor child from abuse.
Back to my story, well I went crying and screaming to my mother. She saved me and a fake fight insued. I know it was fake because she beat him down many times before this and he was always left in a bloody heap. This time it was just a lot of loudness and the motel manager called the MPs (Military Police). She drove right behind them and bailed him out without disclosing the cause of the "fight"