I'm Jenna. I am 25 years old, have brown eyes and long brown hair. I would refer to myself as ample, yet fit. My perky C cup tits and my plump ass are always the first thing a man notices. I have a smart-ass persona and really could care less what people think of me. I tell people what you see is what you get, if you don't like it, then you can take a walk. As a teenager, I was wild and out of control, my cocky attitude got me in a lot of trouble. I've since then calmed down and I owe it all to one man in particular. Here is my story and I hope you enjoy it.................
I spent the better part of my teenage years cutting school and drinking. I started having sex when I was 16 and experienced with about 6 partners. One of my teachers caught me and a guy having sex in the bathroom and I was expelled from school. I never went back. My mom tried her best to control me but, never succeeded; my father was not around and I never had any concrete rules. By the time I turned 18 my mom was fed up and she kicked me out. I couldn't blame her really, all I did was cause her constant heartache.
I ended up moving in with one of the random guys I was seeing. We lived together for about 2 years. Brian was nice, but he liked to drink a little too much and I often followed in his binges. I had my first brush with the law when Brian and I were at a bar. He and I were playing pool when an ex of his grabbed his junk. I totally lost it and jumped on her. I punched her several times until I was pulled off her by the bouncer. I was taken to jail later that night and charged with battery. I was tried by a judge who seemed to care about where I was headed. I got off easy with just 1 year probation but, it didn't stop my downward spiral.
Brian and I married. As far as I was concerned we had a good life. We had fun. We partied all the time and had random sex with others. I thought we were living the life. Brian told me he was a trust fund baby and I believed him; we always had a steady stream of cash and neither of us worked. I never wanted for anything. I had the best clothes, cars and jewelry. Drinking was a problem for me, but I drank the best liquors too.
At 22 I had my second arrest. An officer tried to detain me for drinking in public and I fought with him. I was charged with resisting arrest and spent 2 nights in jail. Strangely enough I was placed before the same judge from my prior arrest. His name was, Judge Bailey. I listened as he gave me my second warning and told me next time, my stay would be a lot longer. I was required by the court to attend rehab and finish 2 years probation. I walked out of that courtroom just as cocky as I had walked in. I was untouchable.
It only took 3 months to violate my probation. I was drunk, and got into a fight. I was arrested and the next day my probation was revoked. I stood before Judge Bailey once again. He gave me a stern talking to and noted, that I must have thought he was kidding the last time I stood before him. He gave me a year in jail, slammed his gavel and said, "take her away." I cried as I looked at Brian. He just shrugged his shoulders like he could care less. I was devastated and tried to fight as they drug me from the courtroom.
After being locked up with a lot of, less than desirable women. I began to realize what I had been doing was wrong. The life I lived was horrible and I was destroying myself. Brian came to see me once but, he kept money in my account. I got quite a few anonymous letters. They were from a man who signed them "BR". He told me I was a beautiful woman and he knew I could be so much better. The letters I got from him encouraged me to change my life. We wrote each other for about 5 months and I started to care for someone I didn't know.
After 6 months, I wrote to Judge Bailey a few times and expressed that I could turn my life around. I wanted to and I would do whatever I needed to be a better woman. I thought my letters were unheard, until the next month. I was asked to pack my things and I was taken to the courthouse. I was nervous and scared. I had no clue why I was there; I figured there was something I had done wrong that would get me a longer sentence. I cried for a few minutes then decided I would be strong, and express to the judge that I had changed.
I was brought into the courtroom and I looked up. Judge Bailey sat at the bench and smiled at me. He asked me to be seated, the showed me the letters I had written him. The judge said, he believed I had changed and was willing to give me one shot to prove it. I cried and thanked him. I expressed that I wouldn't let him down; at that point I really had no one but him to make proud. He said I was to be released and I was taken back to the jail to change.
I walked out of the jail free. I had no one to call and no where to go; I wasn't going to call Brian, he was the last person I needed in my life. I sat on the bench outside an pulled out a few of the "BR" letters. I looked for anything that would give me a hint on who he was, but I came up empty. I put my head in my hand and thought about what I Was going to do. Just then I heard the sound of a car's brakes. I looked up and realized who it was.
I walked over to the car and looked puzzled. Judge Bailey sat in the drivers seat and told me to get in. I look around for a minute and thought something wasn't right. He assured me he just wanted to help and I was apprehensive as I sat in the car. I stared at him as he drove. I hadn't seen him that close before. He was 50's, silver hair and fit. His eyes were brown and he really was a handsome man. He looked over at me and smiled as we turned into a drive way.
I asked the judge where we were and he told me it was his home; it was a beautiful 2 story country style house.