Breeding My Widowed Aunt Rose
After a year in college I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes but I felt like a little cog in a big machine; a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations and I didn’t want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well. “So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked. “ I don’t know yet,” I replied. My mother joined in on the scolding and pretty soon I felt like a failure. As I retreated to my room my father yelled “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get …