I was at work one day (I ran a Goodyear in Daytona, Florida) when this emaciated creature came in and offered herself. I shooed her away, but as she left I saw the tatoo on her ankle.
Now Donna was one of the rebellious girls in my high school... and she was mighty proud of the martini glass she had tattooed on her ankle. She had tattoes elswhere that a couple of boys had claimed to see, but few of us believed them.
So I called her name, and this shell of a woman turned with the most quizzical look in her eye. "How do you know me?" was her shocked query. I mentioned High School and immediately she recognised who I was. We talked for a while and I asked her to stop by after and we would do dinner- on me.
So work was over and she came walking up... short, short skirt, skimpy top and was still quite pretty. We went to dinner at a place nearby. Dinner was eiree as many eating there kept eyeing Donna. To make matters worse she stuck a little too close during the entire time we were in there. When we got back to the car I asked where I should drop her. Without going into details she made it crystal clear that she wanted to "give me some" to pay back for dinner. I was hurt and shocked. My sincere desire to catch up with a friend was seen as something crude. I gave her a twenty and left her on the corner where she wanted to be. My drive home was full of questions unanswered. My heart was hurting for her.
But there were a few things that really stuck out...
1) Someone who was a clean freak in HS was grimey and dirty.
2) Someone who was smart was living on the street.
3) The drugs and sex had added years to her life. It's why I didn't recognise her at first.
4) Prostitution is NOT natural. It's a trap.
A few years later I saw Donna in Orlando... trying to find a "date". I couldn't imagine anyone finding her desireable at this point. I pulled over and picked her up. She recognised me but couldn't remember my name. I invited her to come to church with me, or to drive her anywhere she wanted. She cursed at me and told me to pull over. I gave her EVERYTHING I had in my wallet. She grabbed it and walked off. As I pulled away a police car pulled me over. They wanted to know what I was doing with a "known prostitute". Yes, I was a tad defensive, and probably quite rude to the cop. In the end, I was trying to find out what I could do for my friend. They offered me nothing. I haven't seen her since.
I know we like to debate "theory", but the reality of prostitution is hell. The girls are usually not well fed, deseased and most of their money goes to abusive relationships. The incidence of murder and assault on these women is incredibly high as are communicable deseases. In my most humble opinion, I can only conclude that prostitution (for the guy or the girl, the pro or the mark) is ANYTHING but natural. It goes against all of my senses to even think about it.
Donna, I sincrely hope you found a way out.