About

Right after I turned 22, I worked as a stripper for six months.  Why did I start?  I was curious.  Why did I stay?  The money was intoxicating.  Why did I stop?  I fell in love.  With a customer.

I wasn’t sexually abused as a child; I didn’t do drugs.  I was an NYU undergrad.  I went to church on Sundays.  I was a nice, smart girl who happened to look fantastic naked.