Marring the Wrong Man
He visited my country town in Viet Nam. It was easy for be. I was used to making men want me, need me, pay for me. He thought I was just a local working girl at the plant and he fell in love with me. I told him what he wanted to hear. He asked me to marry him and take me back to the States. We arrived and he took me to a chapel and we were married. Simple is as simple does. I knew once I was in the States I could deal with him. As long as he got what he thought he wanted He would be happy. I on the other hand was not happy. He wanted me to clean, cook and be his sex slave. I had no problrms with …