I may as well come clean - about a week ago I forked over $150 to get her # from an agent; we spoke on the phone and arranged to meet at the Starbucks in Topanga Plaza to discuss a fictitious shoot. I saw her and then ambushed her with some sobering advice instead. I told her I know what she's going through - she's at a critical fork in the road of life and she needed to pause to consider that heading down the road of porn destruction will be something she'd likely regret later in life. "Think about your kids some day" I pleaded. "You're going to rediscover your need for family, once all the newness and excitement of the modeling whirlwind subsides" I added. "What family", she quipped, but I reminded her they'll come back around to her eventually, and she to them.

She agreed to stay with me a few days while we figured it out; I vowed to get her back on a plane home if nothing else. Now 5 days later she's still here, still no freebies as I'd hoped, and nothing but cold shoulder. I don't know what to do, holding my head in my hands because my home looks like a pack of wild dogs were allowed to stew in it for a week with all the windows and doors locked. She's constantly texting, or in the bathroom for long periods talking suspiciously quietly, or she just sleeps. I think my plan of rescuing the damsel in distress into my bed has backfired; the master has become the slave now.

Brandon I think she's ready for pickup. Perhaps only teen PW wrangler Dick Nasty can hammer this crooked nail straight now. She needs tough love and I'm not the one to give it. I don't care where she goes, but she can't stay here. My address in PM. Come quick.



Lesson learned - never let a stray PW stay in your guest bedroom.