When she went to Jenna’s house, she might flash some hundred dollar bills. But she would never admit I gave them to her. Around the same time, I noticed she had some random drug paraphernalia in her car like empty bags or something. I don’t remember exactly what it was. I kept giving her money each week, to buy the opportunity to check her car, and lecture her about having drug paraphernalia visible and risking getting arrested for no reason. I gave her money, and I told her to throw away the drug paraphernalia, And it went in one ear and out the other. It never occurred to me she was driving straight to Jenna’s house, where she needed the drug paraphernalia to put on an act of where she just got he money I gave her. So the more money I gave her to try to get her to throw the drug paraphernalia away, the more she needed the drug paraphernalia as props in her act of where she got the money. The bizarre world in her mind, and in her car, was a reflection of the world she lived in. Every old guy wanted to have sex with her. Most guys did not want her to have sex with other guys. Nobody else wanted her to have sex with old guys. And everybody wanted everything kept secret. So she told her high-school friends she was selling drugs, which was a socially acceptable explanation of where her money came from. A few weeks before they went to Georgia, she and Chris and James drove to Tampa to help T move. I guess they rented a UHaul truck, and Mandi followed them up 1-4 in her car. But she told me the story like Chris owned a new moving business, and she was part owner, and James was their employee. Poor girl had done so little apart from driving to Tampa to suck dicks, going to Tampa to move furniture was a mind-expanding experience for her. It was like Chris was a pimp, but moving furniture instead of sex. I didn’t know all their names at the time, I just knew they did drugs all day. So if the way Mandi told me about it was true, if they really had a functional moving business, it seemed like a positive thing. While they were moving the furniture, Mandi needed an excuse to slip away and meet one of her old tricks from Dollhouse Tampa. She told them she was delivering drugs or something. But they knew. They said something to her later about "that other business." She was absolutely crushed and ashamed. She ditched them and drove back to Orlando alone, crying the whole way. She called me in tears about how she would be a homeless outcast, because her new friends figured out she was a hooker, not a drug dealer. She asked if she could come see me and get some money. This was a month later that she got arrested in Georgia. And so far as the girls in the Monroe County Georgia jail knew, Mandi was a drug dealer. So I went to bond out my little drug kingpin. And she did her best to pay off the bond when we got back to the motel. We checked to see if Chris was still in jail, and I figured out that his name was Chris Dahl. Mandi either didn’t know what his full name was, or didn’t want to tell me. I found it by searching for meth arrests. On the drive back to Orlando, Mandi found a plastic dropper in the stuff we got from her car. She got really excited it might have some residue of whatever drug she was arrested with, and started licking it. Then she got extremely hyper, and started waving to people on the highway out the car window. I did not believe she could have actually gotten high from licking whatever invisible amount might be on there. But she was putting on a show for me, trying to convey that whatever that dropper was used for was fun and energetic, whereas I am stiff and boring. By the time she got back to Chris house in Orlando, her dog was sick from nobody taking care, and Chris’ kid was pouring tears. Chris bond was $30,000, and he was in jail in Georgia for like another four months. Chris’ sister Carrie told Mandi she couldn’t stay at the house any more, no more strippers were allowed. She told Mandi that she and Chris both had young kids to think about, is why she made the decision to throw Mandi out. That really crushed Mandi, because she was only there for the kids. She cried all day about Chris’ kid crying. Of course three months later, the Georgia crime lab tested the “GHB” and realized the idiot girl had no idea what was in her car. She did not even commit a crime, but she spent two weeks in jail and had her car impounded for three months, before they figured it out and dropped all charges. Mandi had no idea what they had been feeding her, or that “G” means butanediol. All she knew is she could drink it all day and still be able to drive, and she thought it gave her better sex. Butanediol had no legal restrictions in Georgia whatsoever. G is not a "date rape drug" it does not incapacitate people. It makes stupid horny people excited. 1-33