Playboy and I were coincidentally born in 1954. Its centerfolds dogged me into my adulthood adding color to an already quirky, dysfunctional, and, at times, violent life. And while I was taught antiquated Victorian principles, the men around me embraced Hugh Heffner's new sexual revolution and his philosophy designating women as playthings for their own entertainment. On the one hand, I was taught to respect, and do, a man's bidding, and, to never question his authority. On the other hand, no one taught me the facts of life or that I even had value. This was a recipe for a lifetime of pain and confusion. However, somethingalways miraculously intervened and eventually blessed me with wisdom, strength, and the ability to forgive those who were victims in their own right.This is a brutally honest story of rape, abuse, and domestic violence but it is just as brutally honest about a unique experientialrelationship with God. Hold on tightly. This is a roller-coaster read