She is someone's baby.

I did my part to support her financially.

Did you make her gag on your penis in front of a camcorder?

No. Our bodies made symphonic music in concert with one another, reaching a crescendo of delight and wonder.

I saw a videoclip of a man pounding her pussy from behind with a handful of her raven hair in his fist. This went on for at least five minutes and the undulations her tiny tanned buttocks suffered from the pummeling impacts was truly hypnotic.

She explained the different colours of Xanax bars to me but I've forgotten.

I saw a clip of her screaming at Johnny Thrust because she had dropped her cellphone in a toilet and he had promised her he'd "fix it", which he was not able to do. She was troublingly childlike.

Yet she was adult enough to live at the Extended Stay America in Woodland Hills.