14. BUTANEDIOL "G" - June 2016 When they dropped the imaginary GHB charges in Georgia, I drove Mandi to Forsyth to get her car back and get my bond money back. Of course I fucked her a couple times the night I bonded her out, so $1200 of it was hers. At the time, she said she was fucking me “like a friend of a friend.” I assumed she meant James, the friend of Chris, whom she stayed at the motel with the night before she went to jail, with a milk jug of butanediol. I went home and bought a new TV, she went back to her young poodle boyfriend and paid her mom's rent, and we never even had sex. But she could not stop going around telling people she got caught with $25,000 of something. It made her a somebody. She said the sex position she used with a "friend of a friend" was a lot of work, it was the most athletic and demanding on her of all sex positions. And that is why she would only use it for someone with social good will, in a special situation. I came to understand that staying in a Georgia motel with a gallon of butanediol would have been such an occasion for her to engage in this physically strenuous sex position. The substance excited her. She told me when she was staying at Chris house, he kept a big jar of butanediol on a shelf. She would go and take sips all day. She said it made sex "the way sex was meant to be." Just for the record, she was talking about sex with Chris. She called butanediol "G" like in the Georgia police report. I fucked her in December and January while she was staying at Chris house, and she never mentioned butanediol. There was one day when she was crazy for sex while her mom was at happy hour, and she told me to sit in a chair in case anyone walked in. But on that day that she proposed a great idea that we should rent a hotel room and fuck on xanax. I believe having sex with customers had been tense for her, and drugs made it something new and different. One time after having sex on cocaine, Mandi had an epiphany. She came over and asked me if I had secretly been doing cocaine all along, when I was having sex with her. Apparently the way I had sex with her was different from the other guys, it was longer and faster or something. And she thought cocaine must be the secret. The real explanation is we didn't do any other activities together. If I just said "hi" and "bye" that would have been our whole relationship. The only avenue available for me to expand our relationship, was to go longer and harder. I looked up butanediol "G", and saw I could get it for like a dollar a pound. I wanted to prove that to Mandi, that this was just carburetor cleaner, and the real story was how stupid she was thinking it was anything fancy. So I ordered a bottle, and it was indeed a pretty decent solvent for something I was working on. It smelled like an auto repair shop. When I told her I had it, she said she was coming right over. She said she would fuck me for it. I think I paid something like $11. She told me it is not the real thing unless it burns when you put it on your tongue. So I let her put it on her tongue, and it burned. She was ecstatic, and I really was at a loss to resist her wanting to take some. So I took some myself to see once and for all what, if anything, it really did that she was so excited about. After a while we drove in her car to 7-11 to get some drinks. On the way back she said "I have no problem driving, I don’t even really feel anything. I have a strong resistance is why it doesn't affect me, I can handle G." She kept taking more, in hopes to actually get high, but all she ended up doing was puking. It didn't affect me either. Then she spent about an hour crying how she was cursed, and another hour making funny faces into snapchat fllters. She said “See, this is what I sit by myself and do all day. This is all I'm really doing when you think I'm cheating on 9: you. Then I fucked her for the fmal test, to see if it really made you have better sex. And it did, just because you were receptive to the idea it might. It gave us an occasion to try something new. She said “Babe, I want to make a million dollars showing everybody how good this stuff is. But I need you to be my business partner.” After she had a falling out with her mom for sabotaging her boyfriend, Mandi found a new boyfriend to move in I-37