Chapter Five For the Love of Paul
Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any more demoralized than I was already, TJ
was able to find a way to bring me a notch lower. Any degree of self-esteem or self-respect I may have had prior to my involvement with him had now all but vanished.
Although I’d feared it would be only a matter of time until TJ began pimping me out to other guys and taking my money, I really hoped he’d reach a point where he drew a line. I’d hoped he wouldn’t go this far, but so much for hoping. Once again, fear had triumphed over my false hope.
After making me lug the laundry bag containing his enormous load of filthy athletic gear to the car, TJ ordered me to store it in the trunk. I dutifu
