Karl
I don't know what the f**k Jassy was thinking, or what she thought she'd accomplish by opening her big mouth, but there wasn't any stopping her now.
“Look,” she said, one eye on me and the other on the FBI agent, “I'm gonna be blunt. I ran away from home when I was sixteen and eventually ended up as a prostitute with Sven. I ran because my pervy-ass stepdaddy went from just beating me and my brother to giving me creepy looks the day my momma died, and I needed to get away from him before something worse than just looks happened to me. Sven was my pimp for years and years, and kept me as a prostitute.”
The shocked look on the Agent's face just grew and grew for the first leg of Jassy's explanation, and my own mortification intensified. I wasn't sure where Jassy was going with this,
