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    Embarrassed by her situation, she lied and told his folks that she was just on her way to Los Angeles to meet up with her mom, but judging from the severe look on Scott's dad’s face, he didn't seem to buy her story at all. He offered to give her a lift in that direction, explaining that he had sales meetings in Portland all weekend. The next day Scott's dad drove her into the city, stopping at a cheap motel room so he could rest up before his presentation. Once inside he wasted no time pawing at her. She didn't argue when he began pulling her hand into his lap and rubbing it over his tan slacks on his erection. He fucked her with a condom, then left two hundred dollars on the nightstand on his way out the door and warned her not to come back.
    There were a lot of girls like her at that hotel she later found out, and a lot more men like Scott's dad who were willing to give her money and drugs for a few minutes inside her. She moved in with another girl living at the motel, Starr, who turned her on to the needle. It was love at first bite. Starr was a poor substitute for Makayla, but for a while they did become close, even doing jobs together for an extra twenty bucks they'd split. Plus Starr looked out for her when Diora would get too wasted, making sure she got paid even if she passed out on a trick.
    She was the first woman I ever trusted, Diora thought.
    Eventually the cops raided the hotel and ran them off, so Starr and Diora began working truck stops. Lot lizards. That's what they were called. They'd fight with other girls and trannies for the chance to blow a trucker who'd stopped in Portland for a rest. If she was lucky the guy would want more. If she was really lucky he'd have something to keep her high while she worked. There was no shortage of truckers, so Diora never had trouble finding new customers or keeping regulars happy. She was an expert at pleasuring guys, and often got tipped well either in cash or dope.
    Months flew past in a blur. She'd moved into a roach infested shit hole apartment with Starr, and they fought a lot about money. Starr's habit was getting out of control. She was burning through the money they brought in, missing out on jobs, and stealing from Diora's purse. She'd come close to overdosing twice.
    Diora knew it was time to find a place on her own. She decided to steal the wallet of one of her regulars to earn enough to get away from Starr, but didn't plan on it being chained to his jeans. Big John came to with a snort, the confusion showing on his face at why she was going through his wallet quickly turning to rage. He was the kind of trick who liked it rough to begin with, so she knew she was in for one hell of a beating. He started in on her with his bare fists, slamming them into her face over and over until the pain seemed like all there was left in the world—and then the lights went out.
    When she woke up she was naked and shivering in a garbage dumpster in downtown Los Angeles. She had no memory of how she had gotten there. She climbed out and walked through a homeless camp to a shelter, where she was given food, clothing, and most importantly, methadone. Forty-eight hours had passed since she was conscious, and in that time her body had developed a powerful craving for more junk.
    I'm a survivor , Diora thought. Life keeps trying to kill me, but for some reason I just keep on living.
    She wasted no time putting her talents to good use, trading sex for quick cash with the married men looking for a cheap release who came through on their lunch breaks from the nearby offices. In a month she went from a shelter to a place of her own, another gem of a rundown apartment in Hollywood near the Henry Ford Theater and the metro station. She even called Starr, hoping to convince her to move down to L.A., but learned from another lot lizard, Candy, who had moved in when she vanished, that her best friend had overdosed and died.  

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    “Wake up,” Jamal whispered fiercely,