Chapter 1 To know me is to understand me. I don’t know where that quote came from. Whoever said it, said a lot. My name is Linda. Sometimes it’s Linda Smith, Linda Michaels, or Linda Washington. So you don’t get confused, just call me Linda. I’m going to tell you my story, because if I didn’t, you wouldn’t believe me. For most people, a person my age is way too young to be a confident woman. Then again, I’m not like most people. I play by my own rules. I refuse to be one of the cattle––a part of the so-called working force that charges the gate at seven-thirty every morning, pushing and shoving their way around a crowd of people just to make it to work on time. Then, working that dead-end job for twelve or more hours, just to rejoin the herd at night. That’s no way to live. Hell, I knew that when I was nineteen. Find out what happens next! Order your copy today!