11. WHITE GUY CHRIS - Winter 2015 Then one day she came over excited, and told me a secret. She met a white guy she liked. He was a mechanic. That's where what she told me ends, and this is where what I figured out begins. The secret white guy was probably the first guy since her boyfriend from high school that she had sex with, who was not a pimp or a customer. And he was a mechanic, so she imagined her dad would approve. If he was not a pimp or a drug dealer, then I had no choice but to approve also. Mandi and I had sex as usual, and then she used my bathroom to clean up, and put on her makeup and make herself perfect to go meet him. This relationship was not likely to work. Of course I was jealous that she put on her makeup for him and not for me, and of course it was disgusting. I told her it was disgusting. She said that at least she took a shower. This was her first “normal” relationship that she was so excited about. The white guy's name was Chris. He had like a 7-year-old son. The son left his mom and came to live with Chris around this time. Over the previous summer, when I was sending her money and visiting her in Orlando so she wouldn’t come to Miami, Mandi was dancing the day shift at Rachel's on South Orange. Rachel's is open for lunch only on weekdays, so the girls can meet businessmen who come in for lunch, and then fuck them at night and on weekends. Every day the same young guy (meaning like 32 years old) would come in with his friend for the all-you-can-eat lunch buffet. He would tip her like everyone is supposed to, when she walked around the room after being on stage. But they never had any reason to talk to each other. After I reported the kid to the DCF in October 2015 and she had trouble going to Miami without her pimp, she went into Stars to apply for a job. The guy from the lunch buffet was sitting with the Stars manager, and they gave her some kind of foofoo drink in a giant cup, even though she was not yet 21. She learned the guy from the Rachel's lunch buffet was named Chris. She went to Chris’s house that night, and he served her a huge pile of cocaine. She said “You bought me that drink, you served me all this cocaine, so are you going to fuck me or what?” He said yes, but he was just not certain he was allowed to, and he was waiting to be sure. Because to anyone, she looked like an innocent child. When Mandi was a kid, her family's house in Conway got foreclosed. And her parents got divorced, and her dad got a new family with a new little blonde girl, and that is when everything went wrong. Chris' family also got foreclosed in Conway. But Chris now owned a house in Conway. And he pretended to be a mechanic, which is what Mandi always wanted to be and was actually extremely good at. So Chris represented hope to fix what went wrong in her childhood, and she wanted to be just like him. She started carefully dressing exactly like him, with a bandanna and baseball cap, when she put her clothes back on after I fucked her. I eventually learned a trick: You could always tell when she found a new guy. Because the way she dressed, or the type of motorcycle she dreamed of owning, would suddenly change; to how the guy dressed, or what bike he liked. She lived at her mother's apartment with her dog in Lake Mary until the pimp moved out, and then she and her mother moved back into the foreclosed house. She left her dog to pee on her Mom’s floor in Lake Mary, and spent every night at Chris’ house. I asked "Why don’t you ever spend all night at my house?" She said "You get some cocaine and chop up lines and serve them to me all night, then I will stay over at your house all night and do it." It wasn’t the cocaine. It was that I don’t do fun. Mandi always had to come up with ideas to try to make me less angry all the time. "Let's get sushi. Let's go warm up at the tanning salon. Let's look at puppies at the pet store. Let's ride the slingshot at Magical Midway. That will snap you out of it. My dad welded the safety cage." So we rode the slingshot, and Mandi spent the entire ride looking at my face to see if my expression changed. We rode it a second time, to see if my expression changed. Then she looked at the video replay, to see if my expression I-28