My first time
I was raised by my mother. There was no Father in my life, just a string of men who used my mother and then left her. We were very poor and had to share a bed. When there were no men present I slept with my mother. I loved when she pulled me into her embrace and told me she loved me. I remember the times she cried out of frustration.I did my best to make her happy. I did a paper round and gave her what money I made to her so we could eat."Mark, you do not need to do this," Mum told me."I want...