After I turned 18 in high school a few of the older, married men in the general neighborhood who knew my reputation approached me Sometimes one would pick me up after school. Sometimes they’d text me to say that they had the house to themselves. Sometimes, though much more rarely, I’d get a late night text asking if I could sneak out and come into their garage or through a basement door or a backyard shed. The sneaking around right under their wives’ or girlfriends’ noses made it even more exciting. Risk taking was like an addiction to me.
After I graduated and lived on my own it got easier, and sometimes it got really busy.