Reading progress update: I've read 6%.
I’d tried like hell to do it on my own, but money doesn’t come easy. Cash is one of the things my parents held over my head when I got caught just before I took a really nice cock at twenty-one—in my own apartment, I might add. As Mom had told me, they paid for it, which made it theirs. And when they realized I was gay and tired of hiding it, of trying to do everything to make them proud, they reminded me they had a lot of money to give me. That if I didn’t do what was right, then they would have nothing to do with me and I’d never be able to do it on my own.
I think after 2-3 rereads of this we got it.
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