Amy

Once upon a time, I met a girl ...her name was Amy. She was beautiful. She had an Aeon Flux body (the cartoon not the movie), a perfect face, bobbed jet black hair, and perfect milky skin. I remember her so well because she was the tallest girl I'd every seen. She was dressed up in vinyl booty shorts, vinyl halter vest and thigh high boots. She definitely made me feel homily, but that is easy to do considering my sexy outfits pretty much consist of t-shirts and jeans.

We were in a run down apartment building in Hollywood to pick up our new friends (Amy and her boyfriend Mani). Their apartment contained a dirty futon, against the wall, a cheap glass coffee table with dirty cups, glass pipes, and fast food wrappers scattered across the top of it. There was also a cat, and upon further observation, little piles of cat shit in the corners of the room. I was unaware, until we got there, that we were supposed to buy speed for my roommate. I also just realized that I was finally visiting my first crack house in Hollywood! oh yay!

Amy offered me a seat while my roommate and Mani went to the back to "conduct business". I sat on the floor, against the wall, facing the open front door, which let in the only light in their apartment from the hallway. There was a crazy black man kicking a six pack of beer down the hall muttering to him self, "I'm fucking cutting him, motherfucker...fucking motherfucker thinks he can fuck with me....fucker". He paused in front of Mani and Amy's open door way, looked inside at Amy and me sitting against the wall, and waved. We waved back. Then he continued to kick the six pack down the hall and muttering away.

Aside from Mani's speed dealing business, Amy also starred in only girl-girl porn, because "Mani would get jealous if I were with another guy on film. And if I did do a guy, I could only do it up the ass." Hmm, good to know.

We began talking. She started talking about her cat, doing porn, never touching speed because it messed her up pretty good, growing up in Washington, running away the year before, and how she met Mani who was her boyfriend/pimp and 18 years older than her. I listened, as I always do. I nodded when it was appropriate, tried not to act to shocked in certain parts of her ramblings, and sympathetic when expected...but finally, I had to ask, "How old are you Amy?"

"I'm 17."