Ali and I drove along the Dallas Freeway in her pink BMW toward the photographer/model mixer. She was dressed in a pinup style outfit complete with green shorts with large white buttons, and a floral green and white halter top. Her hair was curled and pinned with a headband that matched her top and green heels. I wore a pair of leggings with a dark blue v-neck, and slip-on sneakers, with my hair pulled in a ponytail. Ali had given me a self-defense safety keychain to keep with me, which included pepper spray, an alarm, an emergency whistle, and a corkscrew. She said she always had extras on hand in case a friend needed one.
"So is Holden officially your sugar daddy now?" She asked.
"I'm not sure. It feels more genuine than that."
"Hey, he could be your boyfriend and your sugar daddy. Th
