![]() She thought it was because many businessmen were sending their wives and children to the cottage on Thursdays ‘so that they could beat the traffic’ and hubby could take the train or bus up the next day. She kept telling me that the escort trade and streetwalkers were particularly busy on Thursdays. “But my friend, Stephanie, who was full-time into the escort business kept urging me to go up on Thursdays. I would only go into the city on weekends. As I told you earlier that had been a weekend thing as I was taking courses at State for my M.Ed. It was as big deal for me to make a few dollars by offering myself to men who wanted to ‘take a walk on the wild side’. “Well, it wasn’t so much that I chose the fork in the road,” Melissa re-started, “the fork chose me. It seems everyone wanted to get back to Melissa’s story. It was one of the shorter coffee breaks the group ever had. “Sure, I’d love them to hear this!” Melissa exclaimed as she was asked if she minded the ‘other ladies’ sitting in on her story. Melissa left them hanging through the timed meeting coffee break when the wives and others re-joined the meeting. Some people kept wondering what detail the fork in the road would be. It was a riveting story that you can find by going four weeks back in the TGForum archives. ![]() After some others told their tales, Melissa had taken over.Īs she started it was clear that Melissa wanted to go way back down the road to the genesis of Melissa. ![]() Sally had asked her support group if any had stories of their road not taken. You know the Robert Frost poem where he walks in the woods and comes to a point where the path splits in two and he chooses to take the path less travelled and that ‘made all the difference’. I’m in the middle of telling you the story my friend Sally told me about her friend Melissa and Melissa’s ‘Road Not Taken’. ![]()
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