The security guard put me on to her.
She's short. I'm 5'9" and to rest my chin on the top of her head I have to lower myself a bit.

Tiny, Petitte, scared, her first night.
Looks all of maybe twelve but swears she's 18 with documents to prove it. Turns out I know her friend who brought her here (We both attended the same "hooker birthday party").

I told her to check with her friend if she felt afraid. But she wouldn't go to the room, saying she was OTR. But later on she left with another old fart about half my weight (and therefore about twice hers).

I hate rejection, probably won't ask her again. But as she has a cold, I left a jar of generic Vick Vapor Rub with her friend.

The next night she kept smiling at me. She made many trips to the room. She's already beyond rescue...