8. NUCLEAR FAMILY - Summer 2015 One night she called me from Broward and she was suicidal. I was in Miami. I hadn't been able to see her for a few weeks, and she had no money and wanted to kill herself. It is true I hadn't given her any money for a few weeks. Not since the week after she had her appendicitis operation. She had been sick with her ongoing health problems, and feeling terrible about herself Plus, I suspected she had become so desperate she did a porn shoot, where they had her gang-banged by a bunch of black guys. Was she really suicidal? Or was she just saying she was suicidal, to get me to fuck her for money? Was the guy really beating her? Or was she just telling me stories, to get me to fuck her for money? Was she really in such distress? Or was she just telling me she was in distress, to get me to fuck her for money.?As always, it was both. She really believed it, and she knew I would help her. Once she knew I was worried she really might kill herself, she stopped answering texts. And she got what she wanted. I promised to start giving her money again. I told her I was moving back to Orlando because Miami smells like urine everywhere, and I got a new job and I would have no problem helping her every week on a regular basis. Of course when I moved to Orlando and started my new job, I wanted no part of my promise made under duress to a suicidal person. But she said you made a promise! I said this is ridiculous, I cannot be giving you money every week you are not my wife, you are not even my girlfriend. She said you promised you would, so I am going to come over and fuck you twice every week for the money. Plus, my little brother needs school clothes. She texted while I was riding a motorcycle to work on 1-4 in the rain, so it was a little hard to argue. She was very determined. I finally gave in. The next week she came and fucked me in Kissimmee, and dropped her little brother off at the Putt-Putt miniature golf. She said he was crying because she couldn't stay and play with them. But she had to see me to make this money so she could take them to Wet 'n Wild next week. This sounded like some weird shit she made up to get money from me. I didn't know what to believe, probably she was spending the money on crack. But anyway, it was not like it was something I had designed or sought to be involved in. I was starting a new job, and trying to find a temporary place I could stay with three dogs until I moved my stuff back from Miami. I had too much else to think about, to dwell on her weird story. But the next week when she asked for money, I told her I need to come over to your house. Why? Of course she was suspicious that I needed to know where she lived. She already told me where she moved after she got evicted. And I knew it was a lie, because the intersection did not even exist. I explained it is not because I want to stalk you or do something violent. It is just that a guy who spends money needs to see where it is going. When an old guy gives money to a young girl, he has a moral responsibility to make sure it is going for the good, and not for the bad. So I went over expecting to see some disgusting trailer, and it was not that at all. It was a nice little house, with a pool. And the refrigerator had all kinds of nice foods, neatly arranged into sections. There was a section with food for a kid. And there was a section with the juices she needed to drink for her kidney failure. She had two dogs and some cats, and all the dog and cat food was in its place. She said it was her grandparents' house. They were getting foreclosed, so they had moved out. So they were letting her live there with her little brother, until the sheriff came. In the back was her little brother’s room, and I was not allowed to go back there. She walked all around picking things up and f1dgeting with them. Like a can opener, a toy, an oven mitt, I don’t even remember. I thought she was nervous about something, or didn’t know what to do to entertain me. But it may have been what they call "utilization behavior." She was wearing cutoff overalls, like a fashion statement of pretending to be a redneck for Halloween. I thought with this nice house, and these designer cutoff overalls, this is not even a redneck. She is a JAP pretending to be a redneck, she is a fake redneck. At some point she told me, her original family name was Jacobson. She looked awfully good in those cutoff overalls, and I was not going to leave without fucking her. She told me she 1-22