Dear Familly

You were right to be troubled over my life back then.

I got in with a bad crowd. I stold and sold all kinds of drugs.

I got put in jail for prostitution.

That's where I met Dean St. Cloud.

She got me on the path I am now on.

I work for the goverment.

I can't say where or what unit I am with.

Yes you were stricked, but there was things going on back then that I was afraid to tell you.

Remember Uncle Walt?

Well, the summer I left. he'd been sexually malesting me for three years.

I could not stand it anymore.

You were so afraid of the monster out in the world, you failed to see the one closer to home.

Here is a post office box number you can write to and I will get your letters.

I don't know how I feel about the way it was back then. I just know if you'd have been more understanding, maybe we could have talk about what happened to me.

Ginny