Little Girl Lost: The Delimar Vera Story

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- All right.

(splashing)

(people cheering)

- Your fascination with my tits

isn't impressing me at all.

- Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, you're hot.

What am I supposed to do?

And you put on a crazy show for me.

I aint complaining but

I didn't expect that.

- Didn't expect what?

To come home to random some chick

doing back flips in your pool?

- Pretty much, yeah.

- Who said it was for you?

- All I'm saying is that it was hot, shit.

Another beer?

- Do you got anything harder?

(laughing)

- What do you want?

- I don't know, vodka?

- Vodka?

Okay.

Let me check.

- Actually, nevermind.

I'll see you later.

(somber beat music)

(somber piano music)

- So you know what to do.

He's obviously got dough, which is good.

- How long should I give you?

(moaning)

(coughing)

- If I'm not out in like three hours.

- What?

- Look at this neighborhood, girl.

Time is money.

(whistling)

- Hey, sugar britches, over here.

I'm gonna bring you in through the side.

- Okay.

- It'll be a little more discreet.

How's yourself?

- Oh, I'm fine, thanks.

- You know, I'm not trying

to be an asshole or anything,

but you look a little older

than I thought you'd be.

I mean, your ad said 27.

- Yeah, well, it's bright out here.

- I guess it is.

So who's the little chick

in the car with you?

- My daughter.

And don't ask.

You couldn't afford her.

- Really?

Mother, daughter tag-team.

I've never tried that.

It sounds so freaking hot.

- Yeah, well, I didn't

say we'd do it together.

Woo!

- Would you?

- Oh.

Five grand.

- Is that all?

Done.

We'll save it for next time.

Tonight I'm gonna take mommy

out for a little test drive.

(giggling)

- Okay.

(birds chirping)

(car engine rumbling)

(girls chattering)

- She's fucking gross.

(seatbelt alarm beeping)

- Put your seatbelt on.

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