Adriana would intervene whenever possible, because she knew we needed to be protected from what Dad was up to, and we are convinced that it was a form of satanic ritual practice. Still, after the divorce it was his idea that we spend time with him here in the big house. I think he just didn't want us to entirely escape from his control and influence. He didn't love us. I don't think he loved anybody He seemed incapable of love. Outside of assigning mealtimes and chores, he never talked to us. But the one good thing he did for us was that he never let us get away with being rich kids We had to do all the work in the house and on the grounds ourselves. He would hire and contract help as needed, for landscaping and heavy cleaning, but otherwise, we were the work crew. Melissa and I both owe to our horrible father our good work ethic. We usually spent a month or two here, in July and August.. From sixteen to eighteen I was doing sex work the rest of the summer in Amsterdam..."
"You were a teenage sex worker?" interjects Amanda.
"Long story..."
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