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When Mark came along, I was ready to throw the agency away. I hardly answered my trick phone. I just hung around and watched TV with him—I hadn’t done that in years. I was real happy. I thought I had this exotic race-car-driving boyfriend. I was soaking him up like a sponge: a hook­er acting like an SMU girl with this guy who looked like a North Dallas white­-trash yuppie.

I even introduced Mark to my parents. One day he took me to the Filling Station, got me drunk on margaritas, and talked me into going camping. “If we don’t go pack this very minute and leave for Colo­rado, you’ll try and back out,” he said. I said,”Okay, let’s go to my parents’ house and get the gear,” and we drove out drunk to Cockroach Hill. My parents were sitting, as usual, in their twin La–Z–Boy re­cliners before a booming big-screen TV that’s too large for their living room. When we walked in, Mom‘s eyes went di­rectly from Family Feud to Mark’s legs.

“Boy, he is good looking!” she shouted. “He‘s got great legs!”

Dad just sat there, shaking his head. “Whaddya do, son?” he asked.

Mark told him something like, “Well, I loan money at a high interest rate, and I’m a race car driver.”

I went to get the camping equipment, and Mark tried to get out of talking to my folks. He washed his car. Sat on the front porch. Anything to get out of parental conversation. But Mom still thought he was Mr. Wonderful. “Marry him!” she whispered as I was leaving. “At least he’ll get you off the streets.”

But beneath his great looks, Mark was a walking hunk of problems. He was born on March 4, 1953, in Kassel, West Ger­many, where his dad was in the service. His problems started when his parents di­vorced; he never talked about his mother, who later died, and he was estranged from his father. When Mark was four, he was shipped off to Dallas to live with his aunt, who’s just like Granny in The Beverly Hillbillies. She nicknamed him Bucky and raised him until  late  grade school, when he  went to live with his father again. His dad was strict, military-style. He would lock Mark in his room and make him do like two thousand  push–ups.  Soon Mark was back with his aunt. He felt like he was being dumped all the time.

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