Jerry
The passage of free use laws had me literally crying myself to sleep at night. I was 19 years old, and had been dating a wonderful angel of a girl named Liz for almost six months. She was a virgin, and as soon as I saved up enough money to get us our own place, she was going to give me her virginity.
Free use laws dictated that the male head of household would have free use of women in a certain age range that lived under his roof, just as long as he claimed them on his taxes. In Liz’s case, she lived with and was claimed by her stepfather Jackson.
He was a big, burly man, and his giant muscles were covered in tattoos. I dreaded being around him, as he was very protective of Liz and never showed the slightest hint that he liked me at all. I hated how close they were, and how oddly
