But here is my story. Somehow, it doesn't quite fit what I'm sure your definition of a slut is.
21 years ago I went through an experience that I would never wish on anyone. I'll never forget the events of March 1 and 2, 1991 for as long as I live.
My husband and I found out in late November of 1990 that I was pregnant for a second time. Our first child, a son, was two and a half, a good age for having a brother or sister, we thought. A few weeks after finding out about the pregnancy, the doctor decided that since our son was born six weeks early, I should have an ultrasound to determine the fetal age. During that ultrasound it was discovered that there wasn't just one baby, but two. I was going to have twins.
The news took us by surprise, but we were happy that at Christmas we could tell our families there would be twins coming in July. For the next two months things seemed to be going well.
But then things started to go wrong.
Follow me below the squiggle if you so desire. I may get a little explicit about things, but when the government starts wanting to get up into my vagina, I can't help but get explicit.
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