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    A Naughty Tale from Dorset
    A Naughty Tale from Dorset
    A Naughty Tale from Dorset
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    A Naughty Tale from Dorset

    By Abigail Roberts

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    There have been so many books and television programs that have covered the subject of escort work, and I dont know if my story will be much different to what you have already learned, but these are my personal experiences, and the most important thing to me is being honest. Be prepared to be shocked, surprised, and a little disgusted as you read about some of the clients who engaged my services and the things I did to please them, which was all part of the job. I hope you will have a few laughs, which is, after all, what life should be about. I know that my friends who knew about my secret life will read this and say, Oh my god, I didnt know she'd done that! I just hope they will still speak to me afterwards!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateJul 28, 2014
    ISBN9781496987167
    A Naughty Tale from Dorset
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    Abigail Roberts

    Hello, my name is Abigail.I'm now 50 years old and emigrated from a sleepy Dorset town to the Costa del Sol in June 2013. I am a mother to four children and have been married three times. I had hoped to marry for life to my first husband at the age of 20 years old but it didn't turn out that way.The same goes for my second and third marriages. I wasn't a perfect wife by any means but I really have tried my best. The phrase, 'all give and no take' is very apt in my case-with me doing all the giving. I am currently separated from husband number three and am very happy to be single again.They say life begins at 50, and It is true in my case. The following story is my personal account of how I went from being a stay at home Mum, to getting involved in the Swinging scene,which then led to me working as an independent escort in 2010 when I was 46 years old. All my life I have seeked approval,whether it be from my Mother,or my husbands and I'm now happy just to be able to be me and not have to answer to anyone. When you reach the end of my book I wonder what you will think of me? Will you think I'm a bad person,or perhaps someone you could get on with,if you met me? I started writing my story when I was at a very low ebb and it gave me something positive to focus on. Ive heard people say that it's a good thing to get your thoughts and feelings down on paper and I do feel better for having written it.

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      A Naughty Tale from Dorset - Abigail Roberts

      CHAPTER 1

      I lost my virginity when I was 16 and remember thinking is that it? The second time was a bit better and after that there was no stopping me. Let’s just say I was very promiscuous. One night stands were a regular occurrence and if I didn’t end the night in bed with someone, I’d consider it a bad night. I was a nightmare teenager and drank to excess and experimented with various drugs, including cocaine-which made me feel so ill I never wanted to repeat the experience thank goodness. When I was in my early twenties’ I did have a few sessions with a shrink, as I was a bit worried why I behaved like I did and she came to the conclusion that a lot of it was because I craved the attention and affection I lacked as a child. I know, I know, oh that old chestnut I hear you say, but that was the conclusion she came to, after my visits to her. I was sent to a boarding school at the age of 8 even though my family home was ten minutes’ drive away. I was a full time boarder and I hated it. I was expelled at the age of 15 for sneaking out after lights out, raiding the tuck shop and generally just being rebellious. After the expulsion I was sent to a Comprehensive school which I fit into well as the pupils there were as bad as me! Looking back I realise it was because Mum liked her extended holidays and only having herself to think about that made her send me to Boarding school- having me around would have cramped her style. That realisation as I grew older did hurt me, and for a time Mum and I didn’t get on at all (screaming matches and punch ups in shops, the usual kind of mother/teenage daughter thing!) However as I got older, I could understand better the reasons behind the way she was with me, mainly due to her own upbringing. Like me, my Mum was an only child. My maternal grandparents were very intellectual people, my Grandfather was a Professor at Queen Mary College in Cambridge and Granny spent most of her time reading, so my Mum spent most of her younger years left to her own devices until she was sent to boarding school at the age of 9. Mum and I did become closer as the years went on and I was devastated when she became terminally ill. As her illness progressed, we spent time together and built a lot of bridges. I am glad we were able to do this as it has helped me cope with losing her. She once told me she felt unable to show me love and affection as a child because she hadn’t received any from her own parents. That really didn’t make sense to me because when I started having children of my own, I was a very loving demonstrative Mum. Many times throughout my life I wished I wasn’t an only child and felt this especially when she died. I miss her very much and always will. If people enjoy this book, she would be proud of me, but there’s no way in the world Id have wanted her to read it!

      CHAPTER 2

      I’m sorry to say I have 3 failed marriages behind me. I married the first time at the age of 19, to a man called Neil. My first son, Liam, was born when I was 20. Neil was a very charming man and easy going, until he got drunk and he would then become violent and abusive towards me. My mother in law told me that she had been raped by Neil’s father and that Neil had been conceived as a result. She was convinced he had ‘bad blood’ in his veins and this was the reason he was abusive towards me. I would often leave him and take Liam with me, to go and stay with my Mum but would weaken when Neil rang me, begging forgiveness and promising he would never hit me again. It was 6 years before I realised that he was not going to change and when I asked him what it would take for him to leave Liam and I, he looked at me very calmly and said £5.000, and I’m gone’. I told my Mum what he wanted and she was so relieved that he was finally going to leave us in peace, that she gave me the money to give him.-‘money well spent’ I remember her saying. He moved out and into his Aunts’ house. After leaving us, I would go and visit him so that he could see Liam who I believe he really did love but sadly not as much as alcohol. He also struggled with depression-a few years passed and when Liam was 12 years old, I received a call from Neil’s Great Aunt to tell me that Neil had hanged himself in her garden and had been discovered by one of his 3 cousins. I took Liam to his father’s funeral and it was a very sad day. The cousin who found him hanging from the tree said that finding Neil like that would stay in his memory forever. Apparently Neil hadn’t died quickly, but strangled himself and I was advised by his Mother not to go and visit him in the Chapel of Rest as he looked absolutely awful. Despite the way he had treated me during our marriage I was so upset that he had committed suicide, and in some way I felt guilty because I thought I should have seen the signs that he was so depressed when I took Liam to visit him, and then I would have tried to get him some help. I think now, with hindsight, his death has contributed to Liam’s problems which I will tell you more about later on.

      CHAPTER 3

      When Liam was nearly 7, I met a man called Steven, who was to become my second husband. We had 2 children together, Ben and Lisa. We were married for 14 years but the marriage had been in trouble for the last 5 of those years- I started to feel like a piece of furniture and unwanted. Steven preferred to be in the pub with his friends while I was left bringing up the kids. Ours was a very volatile, love/hate relationship and we had many drunken fights-on one occasion I stabbed him in the head with a car key – a friend of mine asked me afterwards if I was trying to give him keyhole surgery! I had a few flings with other men, not with any intention of committing to them, I think I just craved attention and some affection that was lacking at home. None of these affairs lasted long until I met Andrew. I really believed he was my ‘Mr Right’ and after a 6 month affair, I told Steven I was leaving him. He threatened to kill me if I took Ben and Lisa with me and leaving them was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I agreed to let them stay with their Dad mainly to keep the peace and also was glad that the children could stay in the home and the schools that they were familiar with. I reassured them both that I would see them regularly which I did.

      CHAPTER 4

      By this time, Liam was a teenager and in lots of trouble with the police. At the age of 16 he was sentenced to 6months in a young offenders institute for beating a man up, who it later transpired was an ex-policeman which didn’t do him any favours when he to court. He has been in and out of prison ever since and at the time of writing this, is currently serving 3 years. I moved into a rented house with Andrew and it was a huge shock to find myself pregnant with his child at the age of 40. I did consider having an abortion but couldn’t bring myself to get rid of the baby who was Andrew’s 1st child. After living with a traveller who worked when the mood took him, I was happy that I had met a good solid man who worked hard and I thought he would be a good provider and father. Amy was born in 2005-Andrew’s family were delighted, as were Ben and Lisa. Liam was in prison at this time and seemed uninterested in his new baby sister. I suffered for the first time in my life with post natal depression and was prescribed anti-depressants by the Doctor. Amy is now nine and I am still taking those tablets simply because I’m now addicted to them and it’s so hard trying to come off them. Life went on, with me seeing Ben and Lisa as much as I could, and getting used to becoming a Mum again later in life. I was very happy with Andrew, who was a long distance lorry driver and only home at weekends’ He was a very quiet man whereas I’m the complete opposite but we did get along well, although that might not have been the case if he had been coming home from work every day! The subject of marriage

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