I was fifteen or sixteen when I worked in that Real Estate office as a receptionist on the weekends. I answered the phones, and typed offers for the salesmen. My mother’s disgusting boyfriend got me the job. That should have been the first red flag. There was this one chubby salesman named Ron who … Continue reading "Sexual Harassment and the Truth about Freezing in Fear"
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