I am telling this because it happens all the time. My father, our father as we are five sisters, ran off with another woman and we never spoke or saw him after that, to this day. Our mother has very little education and cannot really read or write and she doesn't speak English. She has this job working for a cleaning company which primarily cleans offices at night. I am the fourth of five. My older sisters all got sexually active very early. When I was seven or so my sisters were having sex with some guy in my mother's room or on the couch. They were still in high school but these men came and had sex with them. All of the men were Mexican or Central Americans like us and worked construction or yard work. They all got pregnant and had kids. They all dropped out of high school.

I turned fourteen and a man came to see my mother and they talked about me and the man asked me to come over to him and he grabbed my tit. He grabbed it really hard holding me by wrist. He stuck his hand down my pants and pushed his finger into me. He agreed with my mother and he told me that he would be sending some men over and that I had to have sex with them. He asked me when my periods were and told me that he was sending a woman over to put me on the pill. He told me that these men did not like to use rubbers, so no matter what I was told by the other girls at school he didn't want any complaints about rubbers.

My first man was so ugly, fat and drunk. He hit me and I ran away. I got beat up later by the pimp. He sent this older woman to my house so that when the man came I would behave. I didn't wait, I went to the bathroom and jumped out the window and ran away and never went back to my mother's house. I got picked up in the driveway of the McDonalds by a woman and she took me to a shelter. At the shelter I was told to tell them what happened, but I didn't. I wasn't going to tell on my mother or my sisters. They knew but stopped asking. I went to live with a foster family who put me into another school, I was dropped a grade and they got me a teacher after school to help.

I graduated from high school. I also got into college. My foster parents paid the tuition and I lived at home.

I don't speak Spanish, I know some words but I don't use it. I am a white girl now, I am not that dark so maybe my father wasn't my father. I pass as white and went to Presbyterian Church. I know about my sisters and about my mother, they live their life which I would never want to live. I never go see them and if I did they would not want to see me. I know the difference. I am a white girl now with a college education and I work for a large employer in a professional job.

A white man with blue eyes from church has asked me to marry him. I told him that I don't know much about my family because I was in foster care. True and not true. My foster parents will stand in for me, they don't know why I ran away. Only I know why I ran away. I ran around in high school and college and had sex with various guys. I went boy crazy for white guys. I don't want to ever have sex with a Mexican. I want a nice white boy with blue eyes. Like the man that asked me to marry him. The only thing is that he is studying to be a minister and I have lied to him about saving myself for marriage. I haven't answered him, I told him I wasn't sure.

I am really not a good girl, I have sex with guys all the time. We just date to go out and have sex later. I like sex and tend to like guys who are aggressive and dominant. The man from church is not aggressive and he is definitely not dominant. I guess I am saying I am going to say no to him. I am currently dating an engineer who is an a ex-marine and he makes me want to pee for him. He is always ready and I like that. He is white but he knows how to make you want to be woman.