can see that." She didn't have a good comeback, and that is why she probably finally mentioned the kid. I said the obvious thing everyone says to every girl: Why doesn't he get a job so that you don’t have to fuck me? After he was gone, he was still bitching at her in texts, and stalking her for a while. She said something to him like "Why didn't you get a job?" I am not sure how much she meant it, but she was trying to respond to him and argue back. His answer was, in effect, I know a little white girl is not going to stick around if I am not there to beat her all day. I have to be gangster, not just some chump. That was totally wrong. Mandi loved a guy who worked any job. She just wanted to be needed. It was some time later still, that Mandi finally showed me a single small picture with him in the background, and told me his name was “Captain Primo.” So don’t make the mistake of thinking Mandi tells me all the stuff I tell you here. Other than the fluff, she was very sparing in what she said, like a hooker is supposed to be. If she is afraid you will get angry, she will smoke you with 20 minutes of fluff, like a kid to a mom, before deciding whether to say the one thing she is thinking of saying. She was a brick wall when it came to the other guys. It would typically take me at least a month, and a lot of guessing, to figure out if another guy even existed. From that day on, she never had a pimp again, so far as I know. September 29, 2015, is the last day I ever saw her ad go up on backpage. I thought with the kid gone, she would no longer have any use for me. The cycle was over, my problems were done. But I was wrong. She had a brain injury, which meant she was always suffering from depression and general distress. Just spinning wheels running in all directions, without getting anywhere. She was the most energetic girl I ever met. She didn't know what to do, she would drive. And she knew if she called me crying, I would at least meet her at a gas station and give her a tank of gas. I still kept count of the number of times I had sex with her, as it climbed from the 30's into the 40's. Every time it reached a new number, say 41, I said that is it. 41 is the highest it is ever going to get, I am never going to have sex with her again. 41. Next week still 41. 41 forever.