Worst time of our lives
Back in the late 1960's through the 1970's my wife and I built a chain of gas stations, at the end we had 32 employees running five outlets in the Portland area.
Then cam the oil embargo, no supplies, it was a mess. Thinking government would sort things out, we kept the employees on running shorter and shorter shifts until it was done. Heavily financed, the bank showed up for the keys and we ended up living in our car, an older chevy 9 passenger station wagon.
We strapped a little rowboat I had on the top, and stayed in campgrounds by lakes. It didn't take long before we ran out of the little money we had left.
We were surviving by eating fish I managed to catch, some of those lakes were full of them but that got real old. We needed some money.
The wife was the one that came up with the idea, lots of men showed up to fish the lakes.
She got to talking to one of them, and somehow she suggested she would do a hand job for $20, which he took her up on.
I have to admit, she was good at it, and she did talk it over with me first.
Over a three month period that Summer, she did at least 400 of them, with lots of repeats. She would go to their tents, most were just jackoff sessions, a few she did topless, and she also did fuck a few of them for extra cash of course. When Fall came, I found work in a machine shop and we started the long road back. She set up a table in our apartment and ended up with quite a few clients, until I found another gas station and bought it. Those were tough times, having to wait at the car back then while lord knows what the wife was doing to get the money to keep us going was a period I didn't like much, but we managed and are still together.