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I turned 16 in April, and after I received a letter from the Federal Government. It stated that, I was now eligible for the youth student allowance called “AUSTUDY.”

That’s when, my home life suddenly drifted further, into chaos. Mum wanted all my allowance in her bank account. I knew full well if that happened, it would all go to the pokies or alcohol. I refused to sign them into her account. Then one day after a night at Mr. Anderson’s house, I found all my clothes and belongings, splayed outside. There was a letter on the door, written by my mother.

Note: “Jesinta, you are 16 now and I am no longer legally bound to house you, goodbye and good riddance.”

Well that was a shock. I immediately rang Mr. Anderson.

“That is bullshit,” He said, and offer me to stay at his home.
I accepted on the spot, without thinking it through rationally.


There was a spare room, which I could use as my main bedroom / study. He wasn’t going to take any board of me, but helped me; opened a new bank account in my name. My “Youth Allowance” went into that account.

So now, I was living with Mr. Anderson in his house. I had a room of my own, but it was mainly used for home work and storage. I spent most nights with him, in his bed. The only times I didn’t sleep with him was, when guests visited or stayed.

I also started practicing netball and self defense at the gym, after schools (Monday-Friday).

My trainer’s name is Jim Broadbent or Jimmy as he likes been called; he is an African-American and a former amateur boxer. I was learning basic self defense and kickboxing, from him.

The type of fighting I was being taught was a mix between wrestling and kickboxing. By mid-year I was learning fast and was sparring with some of other girls, but wasn’t good enough to beat them. I started staying back and doing special sessions with Jimmy. He would train me and point out special exercises, to work on. I would then shower. I rubbed my tight arms and stiff back as the water dribbled down my skin, and moved my neck and it made a crack. That felt good.

I had dried myself and was about to walk out and home, when I heard the shower running in the men’s shower. Curiosity got the better of me, as I pushed the door open.

I stood staring at Jimmy shower, with my mouth a gape. Oh my god, I thought to myself; standing like a deer or kangaroo in the headlights of an approaching motor vehicle by the door.

He spotted me watching him. When I noticed, I fled in embarrassment.

The sexual experience with Mr.