Slate — Andrea Smith

My name is Samantha. I'm thirty-five, and just sent my only child off to college. Now what?I married Jack in a shotgun wedding when I was just sixteen. My husband has been emotionally absent and abusive from the beginning. I think that was my excuse. Excuse for what?For what I did.If you want to judge me go ahead, but keep in mind that none of it was planned. It's just how things unfolded once I decided it was time I took control of my life, focused on myself, and took inventory of my marriage. I wasn't happy with what I found, and I could no longer ignore what my husband was doing to me and to our life. I gave it one last try to no avail.And then I became somebody else. I liked the way I felt as Diamond, a sexy pole-dancer at a Gentleman's Club. But Slate was no gentleman, let me tell you!Come take my journey.Adult Content.