There was a guy in her car when she first picked me up hitchhiking. She dropped him off like a minute later, before we drove to the valley. It turns out the guy in her car was her fiance! And he did know her car was parked at my house, and people had been looking across the hill through my picture window! Everybody in town knew she was at my house. I went to the dentist the next day and he told me "I don’t know what you have been doing, but I heard it's not good." And her fiance eventually came up to me at a gas station and started shouting "you got to put your dick in her." It turns out I was right the whole time about the other guy. Not just her fiance, but also another guy she promised was next in line if she ever broke up with her fiance. The second guy was also looking for her all day and then looking at me all day. And he shouted at her, for skipping him to fuck me. She eventually got pregnant, and she and her fiance got married. And I could never walk around that town again, without worrying that guy or someone else was going to shoot me. And facts proved I was right to be paranoid the entire time. I never saw them, I didn't know their names, I never met the girl before, but I knew they were there from the first hour. That was a teenage ecstasy slut in her hometown. That is 50% of every girl who applied to every strip club Mulrenin ever worked for, the past 20 years. You think he didn't know that little coke sluts in their hometowns have two three four guys following them around? That's what he stood out in the parking keeping track of at the end of the shift every day. They all have some losers or pimps in beater cars coming to pick them up, and that is why Mulrenin took the girls' car keys away. Here are some variations. I met this stripper "Ruby" Jen at Cabaret Internationale who just drove in from Atlanta. She was born in July, ruby was her birthstone whatever that means. I went back to her motel with her, the one at 4855 S OBT that always changes its name. She was 22, and said she hadn't had sex with a guy in years. As I was walking out, a girl who looked like a short chubby version of me came running the other way crying uncontrollably. It was Ruby's girlfriend. I guess you are better off when the other guy is a girl. When I met Nadia Nitro the night before Thanksgiving 2009, she just moved to Miami. She said she paid some movers to carry her sofa up to her apartment. Poor little lonely girl has no men in her life? Here is a girl who is willing to have sex with strangers on tape, guys will pay to see her do it, and there is no guy in her life who can carry her sofa? How does a porn star of all people break the always-another-guy rule? All I could think is maybe a porn star is just too disgusting and shameful, that not even one guy will follow her around. Nadia invited me over to her house, and I accepted. And then I figured out the other guy was a gay porn star flying in from LA that night, and it was a setup. I guess you are better off when the other guy is a straight guy. I went over to the house of a girl from Rachel’s, and she had some men's high-top sneakers like size 18 sitting in front of a chair on her porch. I am thinking this is like a scarecrow. She wants guys who are thinking of breaking in and raping her, to think a gigantic man lives there and has been sitting in that chair. So we were doing what we were doing on the sofa. And she tells me "Don’t take your pants the whole way off." And she is looking at the door the whole time and says "Just in case someone comes in." Turns out he was the biggest guy on his football team. I guess you are better off when the other guy is an OG who doesn't pay child support and loses his drivers' license and can’t stalk his girlfriend. After that day I had not just Mulrenin, but also that guy staring at me in the Cabaret Internationale parking lot at the end of the shift. Here’s a funny one that probably never happened to anyone who reported for jury duty in Seminole County. A girl from Orange County jail who claimed to have been a stripper at Dollhouse, wanted to come hang out with me for money. And she had a black guy text me, in ebonics, from his own phone number, to pretend to be her and claim he was not with her. II-34