Prologue I lost my virginity when I was twenty-five to a hooker my sister hired because she felt bad for me. I hadn't known who she was or what she did for a living until a year later when I got a birthday card in the mail from my sister, Fiona. Happy Birthday, Isaiah- I hope your day is full of strippers, booze, and bad decisions. If it's not- you're doing it wrong. Also, remember “Mary”? Well, her real name is Candy and she's less of a... teacher and more of a... prostitute. I knew that with all that fucked up shit our father put into your head, that there was no way a woman would come within five feet of you until you got a little more exposure to the real world. I hope enough time has passed that this is funny. If not... whoops. Love you, Fee I'd like to say I wasn't pissed, but I was. Even though it was exactly the kind of thing Fee would do. Fee, who spent her time after escaping our shack in the woods making a living as a phone sex operator.
