"As it turned out, the innocent angel, the pretend Puritan, had wings covered in pig feces. She'd dropped to her backside for any lout with connections and a trust fund who talked down to her, known or stranger ... and she still did, no matter how unctuous, mentally diseased, or criminal he was. It wasn't confidence or a free nature, not a good time. It was classic self-degradation and always an attempted sale. Few ever bought, using her and casting her aside. But she was not chasing love, not chasing loyalty, only a free ride."