Chapter 2. Mae Vixen's Childhood

My father was a soldier in the war. His best friend died in front of him. Intestines out. Blasted from a cannon. Shrapnel got the better of him.

I can't imagine how dad suffered. To this day, his mental health is bad. Sometimes he screams at night. He is an alcoholic now and has been ever since I was born.

I don't know the story how mom and dad met really? Dad says mom was a nurse. Mom says she is not good at biology. I am the eldest daughter.

Mom is a religious person. She brought me up in the Mormon faith. Twisted story really. How did a Mormon from Utah end up south marrying a man who fought for slavery.

My version of history may be wrong. After all, I am just a girl who sucks dick for money. I am not highly educated. We are too poor to go to school. Only rich families have that privilege.

Dad said his ancestors came from some place in Europe. Mom is a half breed. She has some Latina blood and I think is rather hot. A Latina Mormon at that. What the fuck.

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