It was just character building

It started when I was 4. My mom would have me sit on men's laps. Is it just sitting? I would only sit there, right? I'd want to get up, and she'd remind me, stay there. I always stayed there until I started to wonder when I was about 14, and it was like the 29th lap. When is this wrong? Why do I sit here? You can just not. You could just go to sleep. I've had enough, I thought. First, the lawyer, then the city councilman, the real estate broker, the marina owner, the car wash guy, the doctor. Then suddenly. My brother's friends thought I was a ragdoll. That was the last time I tattled. Sometimes, you have to tell people what they want to hear. Married young, afraid of being sat in a lap ever again.

Watch you girls, it's not just a lap.