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I knew the age difference was WAY too much, but my grandma always told me that love is love no matter the age... I also know I took that phrase way too seriously. He was 54, I was only 27 and still in college {you choose the major}. I supported myself with odd jobs here and there and by babysitting. ° 🚬 ° One evening after work I decided to go to the bar in my small town — that's where I met him. It all started as a casual flirt, but who would’ve thought it would turn into something serious? When I first saw him sitting next to me he was so sexy, big, and he also seemed very smart. I’ve always been attracted to older men, and he was smoking a cigarette. His name is John Miller, he works as a carpenter and lives out in the countryside in a house he built himself. He wasn’t married and had no children. °💐° He treated me better than anyone else — he even loved my youth. We were on his couch while he caressed me… (This is the intro.)