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"Jessica, you grew up idolizing the Kardashians. You think tattoos and piercings are sexy. Being called a whore turns you on. You think being cheap and easy is cool because all the cool women in the trailer park were."

"Cheap and easy. Sexy. Cool," Jessica repeats with a gleam in her eye.

"You never read a book in your life and barely graduated high school. You usually no more than two-syllable words except for swearing," you add for good measure.

Jessica shakes her head to absorb the new memories.

"Time to get ready for your date, Jessica."

"Shit, what the hell am I wearing? He's gonna think I'm some sort of uppity tight-ass bitch," Jessica trots off to the bedroom.

You go to the refrigerator to get a beer for Jessica. You grab some matches and go into the bedroom.

Jessica has changed into a pair of Daisy Dukes and a halter top with no bra. She is re-doing her make-up. She goes heavy on the eye shadow and mascara. Her lipstick is ruby red. She turns and sees the beer.

"Pop that motherfucker open for me, hon," she says with a slight Southern drawl.

You open the can and she snatches it out of your hand and chugs it in the most unlady-like manner. Jessica would be appalled if she wasn't hypnotized.

You open your dresser drawer and reach in to get a cigar that you hide from her. You pull them out and show her.

"Fuckin' A," she says and grabs the biggest one. She tears off the wrapper and bites the end off like a pro. You strike a match to light it for her.

"Screw that! I'm no pussy. I can light it myself, asshole!" She blows out the match and yanks the matches out of your hand. She strikes a match. She shoves the cigar in her mouth and start sucking. She's puffing away on the cigar and you can see it is orally gratifying for her. She blows a couple smoke rings.

"I think I need to get bigger tits. And a couple kick-ass tattoos. A tramp stamp just above my ass. That would be so fucking coool," she says between puffs.

"You'd look like a whore," you joke.

"God damn right. Get me another fucking beer, won't ya, hun?"

You leave the bedroom and you see Jessica looking at herself in the mirror. She starts the cigar in and out of her mouth like she's sucking a dick.

You hurry back and she adding more make-up. The cigar is on the edge of her dresser. Her eyes light up when she sees the beer.

"Time for your date," you say as she chugs the beer again. She burps and smiles.