Leslie
It didn’t surprise me one bit when my daughter Sasha texted me begging to come back and stay with us. She’d left after a fight with her stepfather Mike, and got her own apartment across town.
Sasha was only 19, and barely made enough to pay all of her bills let alone groceries. I’d tried sneaking her a little money here and there, but it didn’t take long before she’d fallen behind on rent. There was nothing I could do.
Her and Mike didn’t see eye to eye on anything, and I knew they wouldn’t be able to agree on terms for her to come home. The Free Use Act of 2031 had been passed earlier that year, making it perfectly legal for a man in Mike’s position to accept Sasha’s s****l submission as payment for room and board.
Mike was a big proponent of the act, while Sasha fought hard so
