This Girl's Life Page #3

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You know what? Just relax.

Realize that it's like the first

time you've been with any girl.

Just shut everything else off,

and then it's just you and me.

Wow. But what about

the thousands of people

that are gonna be staring at us?

Yeah, and them.

Can they see us in here right now?

Oh, yeah. They're everywhere.

They're even in the bathrooms.

It's very, you know, Truman Show.

So, what does that mean if

I can't get hard?

Then thousands of people

will know about it.

It's no big deal.

Okay. I'm not gonna think about that.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna take care of you,

and you're gonna do fine. Okay?

- Okay. All right.

- You'll do great.

I feel better now. Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I know what you're thinking.

What's a girl like me doing

a job like this for?

"Doesn't she know she doesn't

need to be doing this?

"What's wrong with her?

Is she on drugs?

Doesn't she know she doesn't

need to be doing this?"

Sorry, but that really

does feel good.

I don't think of myself

as a slut,

although I know a lot

of you are judging me now.

Someone said to me a long

time ago,

"Find something in life that

you love to do,

"and make that your

line of work.

'Cause then it doesn't

feel like work to you."

Well, when I'm having sex,

I honestly don't find myself

staring at the clock thinking,

"When is 5:
00 coming?"

Although... I might be coming

at 5:
00.

You know, I used to be

really shy when I was a kid.

Hardly talked to people when

I was young.

I just wanted to be in nature,

alone.

And by the way, no,

I'm not a drug addict.

And no, I've never been abused

when I was...

nine or 13 by my father, uncle,

or minister.

Back in high school,

if you were a girl,

you slept with a lot of guys,

you were labeled a slut.

If you were a guy and you bedded

a lot of girls, you were a stud.

In my world, I was a female stud.

Oh!

How was that for you?

Hi, Kiska.

I thought you'd never come home.

Oh, I know.

I want to fix you a scrumptious

dinner.

How was work, Kiska?

It was good, Dad.

I've told him many times

what I do, but he insists on a vet.

Were the animals misbehaving?

The animals were behaving fine.

My Dad calls me Kiska.

It's what he called my mom.

They were very in love.

He kinda... had a breakdown

after she died.

He's got Parkinson's.

You know the crazy thing about

Parkinson's,

is that it's tailor-made

for each person?

His is pretty severe, though.

Sometimes, his memory's

real clear.

And other times, his memory's

just gone.

He gets disoriented and thinks

I'm Mom.

Maybe he just sees her in me.

Hey.

Hey. I'm goin' out tonight,

Pops.

I have a date.

Oh.

I remember the first date

I went on with your mother.

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