At an early age, I decided that following the rules sucked. Trying to please other people sucked too.

For example… I’d been trying to quit smoking because Billy, my husband, nagged me about it. I tried to quit to please him, but that just made us both cranky.

Then, on a typical crappy day, I stopped for gas. I went inside to buy cigarettes (screw Billy!) and found Johnny busy robbing the place.

In that moment, I saw a brighter future.

Without a second thought, I got on the back of his motorcycle. I left my car, my husband, and my whole cursed life behind.

Dave had no interest in a long-term traveling companion. After we screwed he dumped me. But I was on a roll.

A convenience-store crook was small time, and I was hungry for the big time.

Letting Roger pick me up was easy. Getting into his bright red sports car was exhilarating. I knew he’d expect sex, but I couldn’t know that going with him as the next step down a dangerous and wild path. I couldn’t know that I was jumping headlong into a life of violent crime, wild sex, and no rules.

When Roger was… well, let’s say I got swept into a violent and sexy world I didn’t know existed. It was perfect for me.

Weird to think about, that if I’d be able to give up smoking for Billy, I would have missed out on all of it.

A transgressive story... erotic and violent.