Victoria, the Black Pimp, and the Black Doctor

Story Codes:  Non-erotic (no-sex)

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Until her mother died, beautiful long legged and barely 13 year old Victoria with a wealthy father lived a life of privilege.  However, after her father remarried her life turned for the worse and quickly.

Her stepmother with a year older daughter, but in the same grade was extremely jealous of Victoria, a popular cheerlead and straight A student in the elite private school.  Her own daughter by comparison was neither very pretty nor popular and was allowed admittance into the elite private school only through the influence and large donation of Victoria’s father.

Victoria’s success made her own daughter seem common and caused Victoria’s stepmother to go into a rage.  Therefore, she made Victoria’s life a living hell.  First she forced the school to drop Victoria as a cheerleader because she refused to allow Victoria to attend the mandatory cheerleader sporting events and the cheerleader training.  Next, with Victoria’s father away so often on business, she would give Victoria almost daily beatings on any pretence.

On the occasions when her father was home and Victoria attempted to talk to him, her stepmother would quickly intercede and say Victoria is at a difficult age.  And Victoria’s father, who was always busy and trusted his wife, would just dismiss Victoria by telling her she should listen to her stepmother.

Finally with her father not listening and after another severe beating, Victoria had enough.  Victoria withdrew $850 out of the $858 in her saving account, packed a small suitcase and some jewelry, and removed what she believed to be an extra credit card from her father’s office.  Then dressed in a blouse and miniskirt Victoria took the first bus out of town; paying for it with the credit card.

The trip from Wichita, Kansas to Nashville, Tennessee via of Kansas City and St Louis was 18 hours.  At first Victoria sat near the back but a gross creepy old man was bothering her so she moved near the front and sat next to Hispanic lady that spoke Spanish but very little English.  That pleased Victoria since because of the language difficulties she wasn’t asked too many questions.

Victoria ate during stops in Kansas City and Saint Louis paying for her food with the credit card.  In Nashville she stayed at a nice hotel paying for the room and meals with the credit card.  When she tried to pay for a ticket to Atlanta, the credit card had been can canceled so she paid with cash.

Victoria had taken the credit card knowing that she could be traced and that when her father did that, he would finally listen to her and he would protect her from her evil and vicious step mother.  However, thanking that her father canceled the credit card because he didn’t care for her and would not look for her, Victoria was heartbroken.  The bus to Atlanta wouldn’t leave for over an hour so through tears she wrote him a letter and addressed to his office knowing that he would never see the letter if mailed to his house.  As she wrote the letter her tears would fall and stain the letter.

Dear Father,

I took the drastic step of leaving home and taking the credit card because I knew you could use the credit card transactions to find me and finally you would listen to me.  I never gave up being a cheerleader like your wife said.  The school dropped me because she would not allow me to attend sporting events or remain after school for cheerleader practice.

I had hoped that you loved me and would stop the abuse and almost daily beatings I received from your wife.  Instead, you canceled the credit card proving that I am just an inconvenience.  Realizing that hurts more than the beatings  from your wife, some so severe I would cry myself to sleep and the pain would last for hours.

I cannot stop crying knowing my father does not love me.  However, I will get over it and I will not be a burden anymore.  I would rather live on the streets and sell my body than to spend one more day where I am unwanted and unloved by my father and despised by my stepmother.  Even though you don’t love me, I love you and I will not to be a burden.

Victoria 

It was three days later and 9:00 am when her father’s long-term secretary who had permission to open all mail, read the tear-stained letter.  She had always liked Victoria and the letter brought tears her eyes.  She immediately called and faxed the letter and envelope to Victoria’s father who was in Chicago for business.  Victoria’s father, a self-made multimillionaire, has always placed a great importance on work but this was his daughter.  He scheduled the next plane to Wichita and called his wife.

“Yes” his wife replied.  “Victoria has been gone a couple a days.  She said it was a school trip and I didn’t want to bother you at work over a school event.”

When he asked about the credit his wife said, “The credit card was missing so I reported it as lost or stolen.  They canceled it and will be sending another one.”

Next he called his secretary and told her to call the school and ask Mrs. Black, Victoria’s cheerleading teacher, for the details on why Victoria dropped being a cheerleader; and to bring the letter and meet him at the airport.  Also, he instructed her to call his attorney, fax him a copy of the letter and ask him to investigate the credit card transactions and to try and locate Victoria.  Victoria’s father is not a man that makes rash decisions; he needed the facts first.

When his secretary met him at the airport at 1:30 pm she confirmed what Victoria said in the letter that the school had to drop her because she wasn’t attending practices and sporting events.  Mrs. Black thought that was odd since Victoria always enjoyed being a cheerleader and was upset at being dropped.  Next he picked his step daughter at the school and he and his sectary got her to verify that her mother did punish Victoria.  She didn’t know why but sometimes she would hear Victoria screaming.  Also, that Victoria had been gone four days.  He was recording their conversations.

Victoria’s father was getting angry.  When he confronted his wife she said, “Did I say Victoria has been gone two days.  Now that I think about it, it may have been four days, but since it was school related, I wasn’t concerned.”  His wife also said, “I would give Victoria mild admonishments but I never hit her and certainly wouldn’t beat her.  And, no I never prevented Victoria from attending practices or sporting event and whenever she asked, I would take her and pick her up after practice.”

Victoria’s father was already angry, but with the obvious lies, he got real mad.  He called his $1,000 an hour attorney, in charge of one of the two most politically connected law firms in the state, ask him to immediately file for divorce, to get his wife out of his house and a restraining order preventing her from coming anywhere close to Victoria.

The attorney was able to get the judge they wanted.  Victoria’s father had donated $20,000 to the judge and the PAC committee that was instrumental in getting the judge elected and now it was time for the judge to repay that favor.  The judge issued an order that was served the next morning along with the divorce papers.  The order stated that the wife has 24 hours to move out and not to come with 500 feet of Victoria or the house.  With an ironclad prenuptial agreement, the divorce would go smoothly and quickly in spite of the efforts of her attorney to delay and prevent it.  Basically her attorney didn’t care and an implied offer to join the other lawyer’s law firm was more than enough to ensure than he made minimum effort in her behalf.

Victoria’s father hired a competent investigative firm to find Victoria and they did find the agent that sold Victoria the ticket to Atlanta.  He remembers her because it was unusual for such a classy and pretty girl to be riding the bus.  However, he though she had bought a ticket to Knoxville on a bus leaving about the same time as the one to Atlanta.  That mistake made it almost impossible to find Victoria.  With the $850 she had withdrawn from the bank, she could have gone anywhere in the United States so the extensive search in Knoxville was a dead end.

They told Victoria’s father that it was futile to waste more money searching.  They had entered her name and photos into the data bases and posted flyers but until Victoria called, was picked up by the police, or someone recognized her from the flyers, there was not much more they could do.

Meanwhile Victoria with an I.Q.  of 147, the top 0.2 percentile, knew her money wouldn’t last long unless she could get baby-sitting jobs, one of the few jobs someone her age was allowed to do.  She attempted to pass herself off as 16 and get on as a waitress, to work at a fast foods place, and at a small dress shop.  And with her brains, beauty, and class Victoria would have been hired at any of several places but each one asked for proof that her age was 16 and they required identification that Victoria didn’t have.  Victoria might find a 16 year old girl and pay her to let her use her identification, address, and SSN but for now she needed another place to stay.  

It was easy enough to stay one night at the bus station since she could be waiting on the bus, but she would be noticed if she stayed there much longer.  She left her small suitcase in a coin paid locker in the bus station and set off to find a place to stay.  In the business area in an almost never used back alley she found a staircase from the second floor of a vacant building that was partially enclosed and would protect her from the rain.  She found boxes she used to make an area to sleep in and to stack in front of the enclosed area.  That way no one driving or even walking by could see her sleeping area and no one would be looking at night.

Victoria used her school ID to get a library card and that way she was able to use the computer to find a way to get another identity.  To get a delayed birth certificate requires school and other records years old and without a birth certificate she couldn’t possible get another SSN.  Also, since Victoria was over 12, she would have to go to SS Administration office and be interviewed.  And the SS Administration verifies all records with the issuing agency.  Therefore, even if she had a way to create fake document, they would not work.  Furthermore, all birth and death records are now cross reference so finding the grave and name of a child that died doesn’t work anymore.

Victoria didn’t want to sell her body except as a last resort and certainly not on the streets.  She could pass herself off as 16 and move in with a man or be a sugar baby and, unless she could otherwise solve the problem of finding a job, that might be her best option.  She certainly would not be begging her father for help and be an unloved and unwanted inconvenience.

Victoria used public restrooms to wash and clean up; she could wash and dry her clothes in Laundromats.  To conserve her money, every day she would buy fruits, canned food including beans that she eat cold, dry cereal, and a quart of milk that would last a day even when warm.

Victoria purchased a cell phone for $29, marked down from $59 and 60 minutes cell phone time for another $20.00.  She talked the librarian into printing up 100 flyers that she created on the computer and could pass out to get babysitting jobs.  She used the cell phone, asked someone to take several pictures, and chose one to put on the flyer.  

It was a two mile walk one way, but she went to a middle class neighborhood with lots young married to hand out the flyers.  She would knock on the door, introduce herself, speak for a couple of minutes, and, if they had young children, would give them the flyer.  She knew if they met her they would be more likely to call her and her picture on the flyer would remind them who she was.  She calculated that if she could even babysit 12 hours a week, she could eat and survive in her makeshift home.

The pimp had a number of scouts to look for runaway girls and would pay them $250 or $500 when they found one.  Most seldom did but it was extra cash if they did find one.  One unemployed so called scout that lived on food stamps, hung around the bus station and noticed that Victoria would often come there and get her suitcase, change clothes and put her suitcase back in the locker.  Victoria didn’t look like any street girl or runaway he had ever seen.  It was obvious that she had far more beauty and class and at first he was afraid to approach her.  

Finally the scout did approach Victoria.  Victoria was willing to listen but would not reveal any information.  Nevertheless, he told Victoria that he knows a very nice man that would allow her and several other girls to stay at his home and feed them in exchange for cleaning, washing, and cooking.  This sounded very good to Victoria who knew that living in the alley in her makeshift home was risky as there was the possibility of being raped and maybe worse should some creep find her.

He took a half dozen photos of Victoria, sent them to the pimp and texted, “Have I found the perfect girl for you.”  The pimp called him back and offered $400 but the scout told the pimp the price is $1,000 or I will sell her to another pimp.  The pimp could see from the photos that she was worth it as she would be $500 a night girl so he agreed to pay $1,000 if, after he met her, he liked her.

After the pimp met Victoria he realized she would not be a $20 whore but a $1,000 to $1,500 a night girl.  Usually within 2 or 3 days the pimp would fuck a new girl.  However, when he found out Victoria was a virgin, he decided to sell her virginity for $20,000 and there was an old fat rich white man he knew that would pay for a weekend with Victoria in order to take her virginity and teach her how to be a woman.  After that the pimp would fuck her and sell Victoria for $1,000 to $1,500 a night on weekends and $750 or more on weeknights.
  
Victoria could bring in $250,000 a year and keep the tips for herself and if she lasted four years, that’s $1 million dollars.  The pimp was taking his time trying to persuade Victoria.  He wouldn’t even consider showing his other girls, all cheap whores, any respect.  However, when he couldn’t persuade her, the pimp started giving Victoria cocaine and other drugs in her drinks and food and after three weeks with the drugs making her high and dependent, she agreed.

The pimp took Victoria to a beauty salon, had her hair done, and then took her to Saks.  The pimp was intimidated at Saks but Victoria was right at home.  Knowing what the pimp wanted, she selected $600 short tight fitting, sleeveless sexy red minidress, a $400 pair of heels, and undergarments.  

Altogether the pimp spent over $1,200 in the beauty salon and Saks.  Not at all what he intended but he was intimidated by a sales clerk that was looking down her nose at him implying he couldn’t afford it.  Therefore, he had to act like the big shot.  However, it was worth it as he would be demanding $20,000 for a weekend with Victoria and her virginity.  The price hadn’t been settled yet but pimp knew the fat rich man would pay.

Wearing heels and her new red dress, Victoria was stunning. The pimp  took Victoria to the fat man’s high rise luxury apartment where he would meet him outside his apartment on the fifth floor.  After 6 hours, Victoria was suffering some systems from her slight cocaine addiction but the effect of the cocaine and other drugs was diminishing.

On the fifth floor, after getting out of the elevator, the pimp told Victoria to stay there while he talked to the man.  Victoria had been promised a handsome young man.  That old ugly very fat old man was gross.  

Victoria took one look and decided to run.  When the pimp wasn’t looking, Victoria pressed the elevator button.  When the elevator door opened, she waited until the door started to close, stepped in and pressed the ground floor button.  Fat man said, “Where is she going?”  The pimp look around just as Victoria was disappearing in the elevator.

“You stop right there,” the pimp yelled as he made a dash for the elevator, but the elevator was starting to go down when the pimp pressed the elevator button.  The pimp ran to the stairwell and ran down to the first floor taking 5 steps at a time.  The elevator was slow so Victoria, knowing that pimp would go to the first floor where the elevator stopped pressed the second floor button and got off there.  She went to the stairs that led to a side entrance.

The elevator got to the first floor moments before the pimp and when the pimp looked, the elevator door was already closed.  Thinking Victoria had probably left, he ran to the front door, looked outside, and asked the doorman, if he saw a pretty girl in a red dress.  The doorman shook his head ‘No’ and the pimp said, “Where in the fuck is that bitch.  No whore is going to take my money.”

The pimp ran to the elevator and pressed the button.  The door opened but the elevator was empty.  “Goddammit, where is that fuckin whore?  Ain’t no whore gonna pull one over on me.  I’ll kill the stupid bitch.”  The pimp saw the hallway leading to the side entrance and made for it.

Meanwhile, the black doctor just happened to driving by and Victoria stepped in front his car and motioned for him to stop.  Neither the doctor nor most any man would ignore a beautiful sexy young woman so the doctor stopped his car.  Victoria open the side, got in and said, “Go.”

The pimp was out the side door just in time to see Victoria get into the doctors.  Running as the Doctor’s car started moving, the pimp yelled, “Stop, stop right there, you stop that car.”  The pimp tried to catch the car but by the time he got to where the car had stopped, it was already going 15 mph and picking up speed.  For several seconds the pimp was closing, but then the car was going too fast.

“Dammit, where are you takin’ my whore? Ain’t no goddamn nigger gonna steal my bitch!  I’ll kill the fucker!”

“Who is that guy?”  the doctor asked.

“He’s a pimp.”  The doctor turned and looked Victoria up and down so Victoria said, “It’s a long story.  If you will stop somewhere and buy me something to eat, I’ll tell you all about it.”

The doctor was certainly curious.  “Will Italian be okay,” he asked.  

“Yes!  Anything; I haven’t eaten since morning.”

The doctor stopped at La Grotta Ristorante Italiano.  When the waiter arrived, Victoria seemed to barely look at the menu.  In fact, she red it quickly and made a choice.  The doctor was closely watching her.  She certainly wasn’t a common whore and she appeared way too young to be a high price call girl.  Classy clients would be leery of any girl under 18 and certainly if she is less the 16, the age of consent.

When the waiter returned, Victoria asked what Amarone he recommended and she accepted his recommendation and asked for tea to drink.  After ordering and while waiting for the food to be served, Victoria started telling her story. 
 
“After mother died and father remarried, things really got bad.  My father was away from home a lot on business and my stepmother would give me beating almost every day some so severe that the pain would last all night.  I tried to tell my father but he didn’t care and told me to obey my step mother.  I was a middle school cheerlead and very good at it but my stepmother refused to allow me to go to the sporting events so the school dropped me as a cheerleader.”

“How were your grades?”  the doctor asked.

“I have never made any grade, less than an A.  Not even once.”

“Then what happened?”  the doctor asked.

“After a very severe beating I left home.  I was living under a stairway when the pimp offered me food and a place to stay in exchange for household duties.  At first I didn’t know he was a pimp.  However, after a month I agreed to be with a man.  I was told he was a young handsome man.  Instead he was old, ugly, and really fat.  He must have weighed 300 pounds.  When I saw him, I ran and so here I; no place to stay and no money.”

The doctor could recognize signs of drug addition, ever when minor.  “Are you taking drugs?”  he asked.

“Not knowingly.  However, sometimes it felt like my skin was crawling with ants and I get theses awful craving.  I don’t know for what but they are so awful, my mind doesn’t function right.  I don’t know what is wrong with me.”

“I’m a doctor; I’ll take you to the hospital and run some test.”

“I don’t have money to pay you or the hospital and I’m not going to ask my father or stepmother.  I will not go back to that abuse; not now, not ever.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll treat you free gratis and I will instruct the hospital not to charge you.”  At the hospital, the doctor gave Victoria a complete physical checkup including blood and urine tests for any drugs and STDs.  Of course, Victoria was STD free but she did have a number of drugs in system, the worse being cocaine since cocaine can cause biological changes in the brain.

The doctor told Victoria that health was good but she had tested positive for cocaine and other drugs.  He said, “I believe your cocaine addiction is mild, but I will keep you in the hospital for a few days.  In addition to craving more cocaine, withdrawal symptoms may include fatigue, sleep disturbance, feelings of paranoia, depression, irritability, and anxiety.  There are drugs I can give you that will help the cravings and other symptoms, but mostly you need to want get over your dependency.  Can you do that?”

“I’ll do my best.  I promise, I will do the very best I can.”

“Okay then.  I’ll give instructions to nurse to give you some medications to help if you ask but it is better if you don’t need them.  The first day or two will the worse and then it will get better.”

Victoria proved to have indomitable spirit.  Knowing what to expect helped.  The nurses kept checking on her but she would not ask for help.  She would win with her inner strength.  The next morning the doctor checked on her and asked Victoria how she was feeling.

“I’ve had better nights but if this is the worst cocaine can do, I will be okay.  I guarantee it.”

The next day, Victoria was better but the doctor would keep her in the hospital for another two days.  On the third day the doctor ask a psychologist to administer an IQ test to Victoria.  Victoria was still not feeling up to par.  Nevertheless, even though she had not completely recovered from the mild cocaine addiction, her IQ score was 143, the top 0.3 percentile.  That removed any remaining doubt that Victoria was very special and had that rare combination of brains and beauty.

Meanwhile the pimp had made a note of the doctor’s license plate and with his contacts was able to obtain his address.  Counting the initial $1,000 he paid the scout, $1,200 at Saks, cocaine, other drugs and food, he had invested $3,500 in Victoria and his anger would override his normal good judgment.  He grabbed his pistol and headed out to get Victoria back.  “Ain’t no goddamn black ass white nigger going to steal my whore.  “I’ll rip his head off and shit down his throat.”

As the pimp pulled into the doctor’s neighborhood, a cop that recognized the pimp wondered what he was doing in this neighborhood and pulled him over.  That only increased his furry as the pimp mutter, “Goddamn fuckin cops, the shit heads won’t leave me alone.”

Normally, when stopped by a cop, he would quickly hide his pistol under the dashboard, but he was too furious.  The cop ordered him out of the car.  “Put your hand on the car and spread ‘em’,” the cop orders as he started frisking the pimp.

When the cop found the pistol, he yelled for the pimp to get on the ground with his hands behind his head.

“Officer, I ain’t done nothing wrong,” the annoyed pimp said.

The cop interpreted failure to immediately comply as resisting arrest and tasered the pimp.  As the pimp fell in agony, his foot struck the cop’s leg which the cop took as assault so he called for backup.  With charges of resisting arrest and assaulting an officer of the law, the judge denied bail.  It would be two weeks before his attorney got him out of jail and the charges dropped.  However, the attorney would demand that the pimp put up his $45,000 Cadillac as collateral for his $8,000 bill and the pimp would have 30 days to redeem his Cadillac or the attorney would sell it at an auction.  The pimp had plenty of cash in safe so that was not a problem.

After releasing Victoria from the hospital, the doctor, who learned that she was a virgin, believed she would be good girlfriend and, in a few years, be the perfect wife for his 16 year old son.  The doctor wanted Victoria to live with them but his wife wasn’t agreeable.  Instead, the doctor talked 80 year old Sarah Anne White, a well to do patient, that lived all alone in a big house to let Victoria stay will her as sort of a live-in-maid. 
 
Thirteen year old Victoria considered the opportunity and immediately accepted.  She knew the child labor laws had nothing to do with protecting children and were implemented to protect unions from low wage workers.  Outside of acting and modeling, nothing a thirteen year old was allowed to do would pay enough to get her off the streets.  Victoria knew that she was young enough, thin enough, tall enough, and had the stunning beauty and style to a be runway model and/or could model clothes.  However, that would require her father’s approval.

Therefore, Victoria realized she didn’t have a better opportunity and she truly did appreciate what the doctor had doctor has done for her.  Victoria would prove to be near perfect for Mrs. White.  Victoria spent the first two days, about 20 hours, cleaning the house from top to bottom, and she would cook meals.  Victoria would go shopping with Mrs. White for groceries, making a few suggestions on things they would need.

It had been 20 years since the house had been painted so Victoria volunteered to paint the house if Mrs. White would buy the paint.  They selected colors for the walls and trim and Victoria spent the next four weeks painting the house.  On the inside, she only needed a step letter.  It was a brick house but the doors and trim needed painting.  Her late husband had left Sarah Anne White the ladders and tools that Victoria would need.  Outside, under and along the edge of the roof, Victoria would use a ten foot ladder.  She would scrape and lightly sand several feet of loose paint, move the ladder and scrape and sand several more feet.  Then she repeated the same process for painting.  To scrape and paint, Victoria would move and climb up and down the ladder over 250 times.  Painting that if Sarah Anne White had hired a painter would have cost over $5,000, Victoria did for only $400 in paint and she did a better job because she removed all the electrical outlet covers, door knobs, and did a more complete job of scraping and sanding.

By then the lady trusted Victoria and let her view her bank and stock broker accounts.  Immediately Victoria noticed that her brokerage account was losing her money.  And, it was no wonder due to churning.  Victoria didn’t yet know much about stocks, but one thing her father had taught her is you don’t do frequent buying and selling.  Victoria talked the lady into transferring her account to a low cost stock broker.  Victoria also got her car insurance reduced based on the fact that the lady drove less than the 3,000 miles per year and not the 15,000 she was paying for.  And, Victoria got her home insurance reduced because her house value was over inflated and there was no reason to include the price of the lot.

After eleven days, when the pimp didn’t return, one whore decided to leave and thinking that a wall picture might be hocked for money, found that behind the picture was the pimp’s wall safe.  That got the interest of all the girls.  One girl noticed some numbers written on the back of the picture and the girls decided that could be the combination.  They spent hours for two days trying different combinations with one and two number for combination.  Finally one girl thought the combination might be in reverse order and the safe opened.

In the safe was $72,000 in cash, eighty one once gold eagles and some jewelry.  The girls divided what was in the safe and vanished in different directions.  Before leaving, one girl squirted super glue in the holes and on the bolts that locked the safe and after closing the safe squirted more super glue behind the combination turning knob and scale.  Then she hung the picture back over the safe.  It was early the next morning when the girls were packed and called taxies to take them to the bus station and airport three hours before the pimp arrived home and muttered, “Where are my damn whores.”

But he would worry about that later, the important thing was to get $8,000 in cash from his safe and redeem his $45,000 Cadillac.  He tried to open the safe but the combination wouldn’t turn.  “What the fuck is the matter with my safe?”  The pimp twisted and struggled trying to turn the combination.  Finally in frustration and because he hadn’t had enough sleep in jail, the pimp went to bed.  

It was night when the pimp woke up so he went to eat, came home and went back to bed thinking he would open the safe in the morning.  When he woke up, he asked himself, “Where are my whores.  Are those bitches turning tricks and holding out on me? I’ll skin them alive.”

However, he needed to open his safe so he went to hardware store and bought a hammer, a chisel, and a pipe wrench.  When he returned home the pimp first tried turning knob with the pipe wrench, but he could tell that any more force on the pipe wrench would twist the plastic off the turning knob.  So he started tapping on the combination with his hammer.  Then using his hammer and chisel at an angle, he would tap on the chisel with the hammer driving chisel into the combination and applying a twisting force.

The pimp gave up for a while and left to eat and look for his whores.  No luck there.  Meanwhile, the whores were moving from place to place, making them harder to find and spending money like it was going out of style; one whore bought a car  and others were buying gifts and TVs for their family members.  Like most in their class, if they had money, it was to spend; live today with little thought for tomorrow.

When the pimp couldn’t find any of his whores he returned home.  His efforts had broken lose most of the super glue behind the combination turning knob so this time the knob broke loose from the remaining super glue and rotated when he used the pipe wrench.  “Finally I’ll get my money,” the pimp said out loud.  He quickly rotated the knob to open the safe; but, with the lock bolts held in place with super glue, it didn’t open.  The pimp worked the combination the second time and again it didn’t open.  On his third effort, the pimp took his time to be very careful that the combination lined up perfectly with the numbers, but the safe didn’t open.

“WHAT THE FUCK!  WHY DOESN’T THE GODDAMN SAFE OPEN?”  the pimp said loudly to no one in particular.  Frustrated past his breaking point, the pimp laid down on the bed and fell asleep.  The next morning, when the pimp woke up, he thought he had it figured out.  Because of his use of the hammer and chisel, the marker must have shifted slightly to the right or left relative to the numbers Therefore, number 20 might be 19 or 21 or 18 or 22 with a corresponding shift for the other combinations.  The pimp spent the next two hours shifting the number to the right and then left by 1, then 2, then 3, then 4, and finally by 5; cussing the whole time with his blood pressure rising with his frustration.  “FUCK THIS SHIT.  I’LL KNOCK THE GODDAME SAFE OPEN.”

The pimp left and returned with a sledge hammer.  The second blow knocked the knob off.  For the next three hours, the pimp expressed his frustration by hitting the safe with the sledge hammer.  Repeatedly the pimp hit the safe a dozen or more times and then rested.  Finally he knocked the safe, which was imbedded in concrete between plywood sheets, out of the wall.

He was too exhausted to hit the safe anymore, so he called a taxi, and carrying the 140 lbs safe, the pimp went to a locksmith.  The locksmith said, “If the safe wasn’t so beat up and smashed into the tumblers, I could have open it.  I suggest you take it to a machine shop and let them cut it open.”

The pimp took the safe to a machine shop.  The mechanic said, I can cut it open in a few minutes with a torch but if you have any papers in it, I can’t guarantee that they won’t burn.”
  
“Burn my money; fuckin NO!” the pimp replied.

“I can drill through the bolts and then use a saw to cut through the rest of the bolts.  It will take about five or six hours, maybe longer, at $150 per hour or I will give you bid for $700.”

“I’ll pay the $700,” the pimp replied.

“I need to be paid in advance,” the mechanic said.

“The goddamn money is in the safe, when it is open, I’ll pay you.”

“I don’t know that.  I need to be paid in advance.”

Exasperated to the point of despair the pimp when to pawn shop and hocked his $2,000 diamond ear stud and $3,000 Rolex for $1,200.  Going back to the machine shop the pimp paid the mechanic and in less than two hours the mechanic said to the pimp, “It will take about 15 more minutes and I have the safe opened.

The pimp told the mechanic that he would pay for the time and wanted a refund but the mechanic told the pimp, “The price is as agreed.  I didn’t know how long it would take and if it took more hours you wouldn’t want pay more than the agreed $700.”  When the mechanic opens the safe, it was empty.

“Where’s my fuckin money, my gold, my jewelry,” the pimp walled in despair.

“You watched my open it,” the mechanic replied.

“My thieving whores stole my money, “I’ll kill the fuckin bitches,” the exasperated pimp angrily said.

With a little over $500 in cash, the pimp went home.  The next morning the pimp called his attorney and said “My whores stole all my money, gold, and jewelry, but I can pay you by getting a loan on my car.”

“No bank will lend you the money with my lean on the car and I can’t release the lean until I’ve have been paid,” the attorney lied.

“I can find a buyer for the car,” the pimp said.

“The court has issued an order for the auction, that can’t be undone, so your buyer must bid at the auction.  I will notify you the time and place five days before the auction.  The court hasn’t set the date yet,” the attorney lied.

The auction was in two weeks, the pimp was never notified, and the car was sold to a dummy bidder for “$9,000 and the attorney got another $20,000 kickback under the table, and it appeared to be legal.  After charging $500 in additional fees, the attorney sent the broke pimp $500.  

“What is this fuckin shit that my $45,000 Cadillac only sold for $9,000 and you said you would notify me,” the pimp whined.

“$9,000 was the high bid and my secretary did notify you,” the attorney lied.
Having spent all his remaining money and with no job, the pimp applied for food stamps.

Victoria, directly or indirectly, the result of the pimp attempting to get her back cost the pimp his business and all his wealth:
$1,000 paid to the scout.
$1,000 (estimate) in cocaine, other drugs, and food.
$1,250 at the beauty salon and Saks
$90,200 Eighty gold eagles
$28,000 jewelry from the safe
$4,300 loss on pawned Rolex and diamond stud.
$45,000 Cadillac
$210,450 total plus loss of his whores, time, time and frustration.

To get a job, Victoria realized she needed a new identity showing her age as 16.  It didn’t take Victoria long to realized that was near impossible to obtain a fake ID and new identification with an SSN within the USA.  Obtaining a new identification outside the USA would cost money, $3,000 to $5,000 including airline tickets.  Therefore, on the internet, Victoria researched the various countries.  Namibia, a country that broke off South Africa with many English speaking British descendants was a very good choice.

Namibia is sparsely populated country backward country, forty years behind the USA.  Although, they are only a small percent of the population in Namibia, black babies born in the tribes are seldom born in hospitals or even have records of their birth.  Therefore, even thought the laws are written similar to the USA; getting a delayed birth certificate is relative easy.  Otherwise, blacks born in the black tribes wouldn’t be able to get birth certificates.
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Without an identity and passport, the problem was getting to Namibia.  However, Victoria proved to be an extremely resourceful girl.  Victoria said, “Mrs. White, what I am going to ask is a lot but I desperately need your help.”

Mrs. White knew that Victoria had worked hard for well over 300 hours and never asked for anything and she really liked the pretty well mannered 13 year old; almost like a granddaughter or grandniece.  “What it is dear? How can I help?”  she asked.

“Mrs. White, living with you is forty times better than living on street and/or selling my body, but I really need an identification; perhaps as a 16 year old so I can work.  It is not like it was when you were young.  You could walk into a social security office and walk out with a social security card; no identification required.  Since, I am over 12, to get an SSN, I have to go in and be interview and I need all kinds of documentation such as birth certificates and school records that they verify with the issuing agencies and it takes six weeks.  And, if you are over one year old, the states will not issue a delayed birth certificate without a government ID, being listed in a US census report, and/or school and medical records from years ago. So I need to go to Namibia and I will need about $3,000;  maybe more and other help.  And, if you can trust me, I promise to pay it all back.”

“Victoria, that is a most unusual request, can you tell me more?”  Mrs. White asked.

“There is a risk that Children Services will find out about me.  I don’t ever want to return to where I receive daily beating by my stepmother and I am an inconvenience to my father.  And, if I refuse to talk, there is no telling how many drugs they will give me and perhaps even shock treatment that may damage my brain.  The best case, it they will just put me foster care, but I can show you horror stories about abuse from both Children Services and  foster parents.

“If I can get to Namibia, I can get a birth certificate, passport, and visa to return to the USA.  And, if I enroll in school I can get a student visa for as long as I am in school.  In five years, I will be eighteen and then I can use my real identification and I will not subject to Children Services.  I have a plan to get to and return from Namibia but I can’t do it without you help.”

“Victoria, what is your plan?” Mrs. White asked.

“I have spent four week every night using your computer to research all the information and I can tell you as much as you wish.  Briefly, I will create a Florida Driver License, using your name and my photo and I have template for the Florida driver license that I will use to print the Florida driver license.  I will need your passport and for you to open up another bank account in your name that I can use.  Also, I need you to let me create a PayPal account in your name that I can use and I need you to order another credit card in your name that I can use.

“I can go to South Texas and walk into Mexico.  That is easy; however, without a valid passport, returning is not so easy.  From Mexico, I can travel to Brazil and it is not difficult to cross borders.  From Brazil I can fly to Namibia as there is free travel between the Brazil and Namibia.  And, Namibia is much like the USA was when you was a child.  To get a birth certificate, only requires that I fill out a form and have two witnesses.  And, I can pay a couple of people to be witnesses. 

With a birth certificate, I can get a Namibia ID, a passport, and a Visa to the USA.  I won’t need the money yet and before I ask for the money, let me prove to you that I can make very good Florida driver license and near perfect passport. by altering your passport.”

“Do that and we will talk about this more later.”  Mrs. White really liked Victoria so it wasn’t the money, but she is also very law abiding and didn’t want Victoria to get into any trouble.  Nevertheless, she really wanted to help Victoria and could understand Victoria’s situation.

Mrs. White already had two credit cards; one she seldom used and she did allow Victoria to use her SSN, bank account, and other info to establish Amazon, eBay, and PayPal accounts in Mrs. Whites name and to make purchases that didn’t exceed a few hundred dollars.  Online, Victoria had found a driver license template for Florida that had been created by IDChief from or near China.  Also, at Alibaba she found the Florists hologram which is almost identical in appearance to the Florida hologram that can be purchase from India using PayPal or Western Union.  Victoria purchased  sample Florists holograms from India using PayPal to pay the cost including shipping costs.

Victoria could purchase a used Epson R280 CD/DVD inkjet printer on craigslist for $50.  When new the cost of the R280 was $100.  Also on both eBay and Amazon, she could purchase the ID tray and inkjet ID cards both made in China that with the Epson R280 would print ID cards.  However, to save the $120 the used printer, ID tray, and inkjet ID cards would cost, Victoria asked the doctor if he had access to the hospital ID card printer. 

The doctor introduced Victoria to the young man that printed the hospital’s ID cards and said, “Jason, I would like for you to meet Victoria, I believe she has a favor to ask of you.”  Then the doctor left.

Victoria wore the tight fitting sexy red minidress and high heels the pimp had bought her, smiled so pretty, and said, “I need you to print me an ID card from the front and back images on this thumb drive.  Will you please?”

“Let me see,” he said as he held out his hand for the thumb drive.  The young man did not want to disappoint such a beautiful sexy girl.  “Florida!” he said.  “You are not going to tell anyone, are you?”  he asked.

“Not a soul, not even the doctor and I really appreciate it.”

The young man closed the door so no one could see and printed the ID card but he was more nervous in the presence of such a beautiful and sexy girl than he was over printing the ID card. Victoria hugged and kissed the young man on cheek and said, “Thank you, you are my life savior,” and then left the blushing young man.  

The name and address on the Florida Driver License was Sarah Anne White with her Georgia address and should anyone ask, Victoria lives in Georgia and attends Florida University.  The ID gave her age as 21 with the same month and day as Sarah Anne White’s date of birth.  With her ID, sunglasses and makeup, Victoria will be able to pass for 21.  

Note that the Florists and Florida holograms are identical except the words STAFF Of FLORISTS replaces the words STATE OF FLORIDA in the five seals and the letters are tiny and very difficult to read in a hologram.

Next Victoria needed to alter Sarah Anne White’s passport  by replacing her photo and the last two digits on the year of birth.  Passport photos are 2”x2” on a white or off-white background and can be made anywhere.  However, the image must be between 1 inch and 1 3/8 inches from the bottom of the chin to the top of the head.  The overlay has blue wavy lines so Victoria created similar wavy lines that she would have printed on  0.001” polyester film with an adhesive backing.

Next Victoria carefully removed the page with the photo and info scanned it into a TIFF file at 2400 dpi.  She purchased a 17 mm air drill that rotated at 35,000 rpm and 4 to 6 mm cylinder shaped micro- bits made with a material similar to very fine sandstone.  At such a high speed Victoria was able to cut through the clear overlay and just deep into the paper to remove the last two digits of Sarah Anne White’s date of birth.  The other printed info such as address and expiration date would not be changed.

After removing the two digits, Victoria scanned it creating another 2400 dpi TIFF file.  That would be the background layer.  She then opened the TIFF photo file in Photoshop, greatly magnified the image and copied letter size and even part letter size adjacent and matching areas and pasted then on the background layer so that where the removed two digits were would look like and match the passport background.  Very carefully Victoria cut around Sarah Anne White’s passport photo.  

After creating all the tiny layers Victoria sized and positioned the blue wavy lines over the photo area, Victoria merged all layers except the separate background layer into one overlay layer.  She then made a text layer for the two missing digits in the date of birth, She found a common and matching font and adjusted the size to perfectly match the existing characters.  She then merged the text file into the overlay layer.  

Victoria then printed the overlay layer on clear film and placed it over the passport photo and ID page to make certain it was a perfect fit.  Satisfied, Victoria saved the overlay layer into Photoshop, PDF, JPEG, and TIFF files on a thumb drive, and went to printer to have them print the image on the thin adhesive back polyester film.  The wavy lines, tiny images and two digits would be meaningless to the printer and he could not possibly know they are for a US passport.

After printing, Victoria placed her photo where the Sarah Anne White’s photo had been and carefully aligned and placed the adhesive backed polyester film on the passport page and carefully reinserted and attached the page in the passport.  Although, the printing was on top of the film and the regular lettering below, it would not be possible to tell that the characters were 0.001 inch higher the thickness of the film without using a ten power loop.

Earlier Victoria had showed Mrs. White the Florida ID.  Mrs. White had examined it very carefully and was amazed.  The Florida ID appeared to be perfect and should pass any visual inspection.  Having completed the alterations, Victory showed Mrs. White the passport.  Just like when she examined the Florida ID, Mrs. White though it looked perfect.  Neither the Florida ID nor the passport would show up with Victoria’s photo, date of birth, etc. on data bases used by airlines and law enforcement.  However, Mrs. White would not know that so she decided to help Victoria.   
Instead of a checking account, Mrs. White gave Victoria $1,000 in cash and $4,000 in $25 to $100 traveler checks.  She also gave Victoria a cell phone and her seldom used credit card.  “Victoria,” she said.  “Be careful and call me if you have any trouble.  If necessary, I can send you more money by Western Union.”

“If I go to Namibia, I believe this will be more than enough since I can use the credit card to pay for hotel rooms and airline tickets.  The biggest expense with be the airline ticket from Brazil to Namibia,” Victoria replied.

Seeing Victoria fighting back tears, Mrs. White asked, “Dear, what is the matter?”

“I didn’t want to stay in Namibia; I wanted to come back, The airline ticket to Namibia is about $1,000 so I can get to Namibia for less than $2,000 and I can return the rest of the money you are giving me.  And, if I get a job in Namibia, I will pay you back the $2,000 or so that it cost to get to Namibia.  However, two-way airline ticket from Namibia to Atlanta is $1,500 and a travel Visa is only good for 90 days.  The only way to stay longer is on a student Visa and the private schools are so expensive and no public school in the Atlanta area is approved by Homeland Security because most public schools don’t enroll in the program to accept foreign students.  And, even if they did, as a foreign student, I would have to pay the annual public school cost of $15,000 to $20,000.  

“Furthermore, in the Atlanta area there are sixteen schools approved by Homeland Security to accept foreign high school students, and only one, The Benjamin Franklin Academy with a tuition of $34,000 per year, which has a rolling admission policy allowing year around enrollment, would allow me to enroll this year. The January and February deadlines have passed for enrolling in all the others until next year.   And, even if you were willing to pay my tuition, it might be years before I could pay you back.”

Mrs. White, hugged Victoria and said, “Don’t you worry about that.  I’ll pay your tuition.  You can pay me back by making good grades in school.”

“I’ll do my best.  I promise, I will do the very best that I can,” Victoria replied.

With the credit card, fake Florida ID, and the altered US passport, Victoria packed a suitcase, took a bus to South Texas and walked into Mexico and no Mexican official stopped or questioned her.  From Mexico, Victoria traveled to Brazil, stopping at each border and walking across when it appeared easy to cross the border without being stopped.  Brazil and Namibia do not require visas for citizens of either country to travel to the other country.  Namibia tourist visa is not required for citizens of United States for a stay up to 90 days.  However, Victoria felt there was less chance of being questions at an airline in Brazil with a ticket to Namibia than in the USA.

Before getting to Brazil, Victoria purchased a ticket to Namibia, and when she got to airport, she waited until close to departure time, looked for a man agent she thought would be especially nice and asked him if he could please help so she doesn’t miss her flight.  Victoria smiled so pretty and men naturally want to help a beautiful and friendly young lady.  Also, Victoria did not want a lady agent because women follow the rules.  Men will bend the rules if they think they are justified and helping a pretty girl is justification enough.  Victoria handed him first her Florida ID card that he carefully looked at and then her passport which he briefly looked at.  Then Victoria was on the plane to Namibia.

Once in Namibia, for the first two days, Victoria stayed at a moderately price hotel and at first she used her middle school ID and returned to being a pretty 13 year old girl.  She spent the first couple of days just getting around and learning the area.  To save money, Victoria found an inexpensive furnished room that she could pay for by the week.  Then for a few days, she looked at public records in the library.  The library gave her a library card and so she could use the computer and get on the internet.  Victoria also, went to an attorney and paid him $100 to give her some advice on the procedures to obtain a delayed birth certificate and passport.  She found that most everyone she met in Namibia, both black and white, were willing to be very talkative and helpful to a pretty 13 year old girl from the USA.

Victoria visited a number of Catholic churches since they maintain baptismal and marriage records.  In a Catholic cemetery, Victoria found the grave of William Johnson, born August 20, 1975 and died in 1999.  She told the kindly elderly priest that she was his niece but was too young to remember him and would he mind telling her about him.  

Victoria learned that William Johnson died in an accident, and had married Jane Smith, The priest performed their marriage a year or two before he died The priest also baptized the infant Jane Smith and gave Victoria a copy of her baptismal record, a copy of Williams and Jane’s marriage certificate, and since William was buried in the Catholic cemetery, the priest gave Victoria a copy of his death certificate which also showed his date of birth.  After the death of William, Jane went to England where she had relativities and since British descendants in Namibia are almost British citizens, she may not have returned to Namibia.

With William buried and with Jane’s whereabouts unknown, Victoria decided they could be her parents and that she would be sixteen on August 3, 2015.  Victoria would now apply for a delayed birth certificate and with the documents the priest gave her, Victoria would be able to get a delayed birth certificate.  She would fall under the following:

There are no parents living.  The child is an orphan.  Children can register their own birth when they are old enough:

Two people must accompany the child who have been born in Namibia, have a Namibian ID and are at least 5 years older than the child.  They must be able to confirm that the child was born in Namibia.  If any document of either of the child’s parents exists, it should be provided.

Although not everyone was willing, with an thirty percent unemployment rate in Namibia, it was easy for Victoria to offer a couple of unemployed people $100 each and get them to confirm that she was born in Namibia.  Within a few days Victoria had her birth certificate and since Namibia ID cards are issued on or before age 16, requiring only a birth certificate as documentation, Victoria immediately went and got a Namibia ID card.  Victoria then applied for a Namibia passport.  Victoria would pay for expedited service so the passport could be obtained in 3 or 4 days.  Otherwise, it would take four to six weeks.

Before Victoria could apply for a student visa she must first apply to and be accepted by a SEVP approved school such as the Benjamin Franklin Academy.  Before going to Namibia, Victoria knew the school would want her transcript and teacher evaluations mailed directly from the school so she created and printed a Jacob High School logo on sheets of 8.5” x 11” paper and on some letter size envelopes: 

Then Victoria rented a private box under the name of Jacob High School, the address was their physical address, Robert Mugabe Avenue, followed by the box number #123.  Later for a fee, paid for by PayPal or a credit card, she could have any mail forwarded to her in the USA.  Also, she purchased a cell phone and 120 minutes with a 6 months duration and would show the cell phone number as the phone number for the school.  In the unlikely event someone at the academy calls, Victoria would answer and say this is an answering service, the school is closed for the day, and ask is there a message.  Of course no one would call back but after Victoria was accepted and enrolled that would be forgotten.  And, if they write a letter, Victoria would answer and mail it after applying Namibia postage stamps to the letter.

Victoria went back to the elderly priest and asked if William had any relatives.  The priest said that he believed Keith Johnston, that lived 12 miles away in Otjihase was William’s uncle.  Keith and his wife Vernelle had retired a few years ago.  The priest agreed to write Victoria a letter of introduction stating that Victoria was William’s niece.  

Victoria took the letter and visited Keith and Vernelle Johnston.  She explained that she would go the USA for the next five years on a student visa and that she needed someone she could list as her guardian for the next couple of years until she was eighteen.  She also explained, that to get approved for a student visa, it was necessary to be interviewed by US embassy in Windhoek and, she needed to show that she would be returning to Namibia, after her studies were complete.  She could do that by showing that she had a Namibia address and relatives.

Victoria explained that nothing officially was required.  Just sign the application to be admitted to the school showing me as your niece with your name, phone number, and address for both the school and also the US embassy in case someone at the calls for verification.  Victoria told them that she would be living in Namibia for the next six weeks before leaving for the USA and it may be several years before she returned to Namibia.

It was a very simple matter and, with the letter from the priest and being good Catholics, Keith and Vernelle were delighted to help their niece and they insisted that Victoria live with them for next six weeks until she left for the USA and she could visit whenever she returned.

Victoria called Mrs. White who then visited the Benjamin Franklin Academy and let them know that Victoria would be applying and that her uncle in Namibia would sign the required documents and submit them to Victoria’s school in Namibia in order for the academy to obtain the transcript, and teacher and principal evaluations.  What really happened is Victoria downloaded and filled out the evaluations, and altering her handwriting signed various names for teaches and principal evaluations and placed the evaluations and the fake transcript in envelopes with the Jacob High School logo that she created and printed, and mailed them to the Academy.  

Victoria called Mrs. White who then vistited the Benjamin Franklin Academy and let them know that Victoria would be applying and that her uncle in Namibia would sign the required documents and submit them to Victoria’s school in Namibia in order for the academy to obtain the transcript, and teacher and principal evaluations.  What really happened is Victoria downloaded and filled out the evaluations, and altering her handwriting signed various names for teaches and principal evaluations and placed the evaluations and the fake transcript in envelopes with the Jacob High School logo that she created and printed. Then she mailed them to the Academy.  

In addition to the evaluations, Victoria sent the Benjamin Franklin Academy  the following transcript:

Official Transcript - Grades 9 through 12	
JACOB HIGH SCHOOL			
Robert Mugabe Avenue #123, Windhoek, Namibia				
PHONE:  (09264) 61 235195				

NAME:  Johnston, Victoria Anne, SEX: F,  DOB:  3 August 1999	
ADDRESS:  Scheppmann Street, 16007,  Windhoek	
PHONE:	61 235994

Student Academic History (1 Unit = 1 Year):				
				
Freshman					Year:	  2013	
Type	Course Title			Grade	Unit	GP
MA	Algebra 1 				94		1.0	4.00
EN	Freshman English		99		1.0	4.30
MU	Music				96		1.0	4.00
SS	Civics				98		1.0	4.30
PE	Health and PE			97		1.0	4.30

Sophomore				Year:	  2014	
Type	Course Title			Grade	Unit	GP
SS	South Africa History		100		1.0	4.30
En	Sophomore English		94		1.0	4.00
LA	French 1				99		1.0	4.30
AR	Art History and Appreciation	98		1.0	4.30
SC	Biology				93		1.0	4.00

Junior					Year:  	2015	
Type	Course Title			Grade	Unit	GP
EN	Junior English			98		1.0	4.30
SS	World History			96		1.0	4.00
EC	Consumer Economics		98		0.5	4.30

Total Graduation Units:  12.5		GPA:  4.18	

Grading System										
A+= 97-100  	B+= 87-89		C+= 77-79		D+= 67-69		
A = 93-96		B = 83-86		C = 73-76		D = 63-66		
A-= 92-90		B-= 80-82		C-= 70-72		D-= 60-62		
												
GPA Scale											
A+= 4.3		B+= 3.3		C+= 2.3		D+= 1.3		
A = 4.0		B = 3.0		C = 2.0		D = 1.0		
A-= 3.7		B-= 2.7		C-= 1.7		D-= 0.7		

Victoria had already created the transcript when she was in the USA and living with Mrs. White, and all that was necessary was adding her name and  address, and the name, address, and phone number of Jacob High School.   With all the required documents mailed, all that was required before Victoria could apply for a student visa was for the Benjamin Franklin Academy  to approved Victoria’s application and mail her the Form I-20.  Hopefully, that would only take two to four weeks.  After the Academy accepted her as a student and furnished her the Form I-20, Victoria would be able to apply for a student visa and be interview at the U.S.  Embassy and if approved, buy an airline ticket to Atlanta.

It was already late May.  With a student Visa, Victoria would be allowed to travel to the USA thirty days before school started.  The Benjamin Franklin Academy  would open for the fall semester on August 3 and first day of Class was August 6 and so, if all went well, Victoria would leave for the USA on Tuesday July 7.  Since the academy opened on August 3, Victoria could have traveled on the 4, 5, or 6 July.  However, that would have been the weekend or a Monday and the airline ticket would have cost more so she would travel on Tuesday.

Of course Victoria did not have most the courses listed on the transcript, Victoria had the elements of algebra that might pass for Algebra 1.  She knew some French and was good at English but she would need to study and at least learn the basics of biology, South African and world history, and Art history and appreciation.  So for the next two months Victoria would spend most of her time studying.

To graduate from the Benjamin Franklin Academy, Victoria would be need three more math courses, three more science courses, American History, French II, and a half course in government unless they accepted civics as government.  The huge advantage of the Benjamin Franklin Academy was the individual instruction. The teachers would go over things she might be weak on such as Algebra 1.  However, after mastering a course, Victoria could immediately start another course.  If a student, with a very high IQ such as Victoria,  learned fast, they could complete a course in half year or less instead of the full year and immediately enroll in another course.  That way, Victoria could complete, in one year, the eight or eight and half courses required for her to graduate.

Three weeks later, Victoria was accepted and received the Form I-20 from the Benjamin Franklin Academy.  Victoria immediately made an interview appointment with the US Embassy in Windhoek and was given a student visa.  Victoria then purchased and airline ticket to Atlanta for departure ten days later.  

 Victoria, had called both Mrs. White and the Doctor before leaving Namibia giving them her flight information.  The doctor met her at the Airport and took her to lunch and then to Mrs. White’s house.  Victoria told about her travels and how she acquired her new Namibia identification, passport, and student visa.

Victoria set the alarm clock for 6:00 am.  With the problems with her stepmother, getting dismissed from cheerleading, the problems with the pimp, and her research and travel to Namibia, for three months, she had done little to stay in top condition so for the next hour and a half, she stretched, did flexibility and strength exercises, ran three miles, and then did more stretching. 
 
At 8:30 am Victoria called, arranged a time to tour the Benjamin Franklin Academy, and have a personal interview with the Headmaster.  The headmaster would arrange for Victoria to work one or two hours each day on campus.  That would allow Victoria to apply for a SSN.  However, the student visa rules do not permit employment off campus during the first year and, after the first year, off campus employment is restricted to practical training directly related to the students’ studies.

Every morning at 6:00 am, Victoria got up did her stretching, flexibility a strength exercises, ran 3 miles and would continue until classes started and she joined the school’s cross country track team.

After exercising for two weeks, Victoria packed a bikini, her high heels and her sexy short tight fitting red minidress, and several other sets of clothes, went to beauty salon, had her hair styled and her nails done.  Also, the beautician applied a small amount of makeup.  

Then Victoria went to Matt Boyd Photography, a fashion photographer, and had the Three look Photoshoot (3 wardrobe changes) including hair.  Victoria also asked the photographer to record a 4 minutes video, including an introduction by Matt Boyd, where she talked, walked, turned and posed sitting and standing.  To show her strength, balance, and flexibility, Victoria, with her hands behind her head, stood on one foot, lifted her other leg above her head and slowly rotated 360 degrees.  All ballet dancers and gymnast can do that with ease but very few models could.

Arriving back home, Victoria created a portfolio with ten 8.5x14 photos on glossy photo paper, a cover letter listing her height, weight, size 0 dress size, and other measurements.  At 5’-8”, Victoria was the minimum height for a fashion model, but at age 13.5, she would grow another1.5 inches.  

In her letter, Victoria stated she would be available Saturdays, Sundays, and most evenings.  Victoria mailed her portfolio to 5 acting and modeling agencies in or near Atlanta.  AM&T website stated, “Due to the high volume of submissions, we are not accepting any new talent at this time.  Please refrain from submitting unless you have a direct referral from a credible source.”  Matt Boyd was a credible source plus Victoria knew they would certainly accept anyone that is exceptional and beautiful tall redheads are rare.  

Within a week, Victoria had four call backs from modeling agencies  requesting that Victoria come in for interviews and auditions.  Since she was under age 18, they required a parent  or guardian.  Since Victoria listed her parents as deceased she listed Mrs. White as her guardian.  When questioned, Mrs. White told them to ask Victoria and Victoria interviewed them as much as they interviewed her.  Victoria asked for their top five clients and either, the earnings of their top five models or their contact information.  When one said, “That’s confidential,” Victoria said, “Call me when you get their permission “ and started to leave but they stopped her before she got out the door and said they could provide the earning statements with their names, addresses, and phone numbers blacked out which was acceptable to Victoria.

In New York, LA, or Paris, Victoria would be average at best.  However, in Atlanta, most models were too old (age 20 or more), too heavy, or not tall enough.  Nevertheless, several were exceptional including a beautiful 5’-10” teenage redhead that could certainly be Victoria’s competition.  Unlike top models in NY and LA, models in Atlanta didn’t earn much.  However, Victoria learned that she could earn $100 to $500 less the 20 percent commission when she could get assignments for two to four hours of modeling.

Victoria selected two that she might give sign exclusive modeling right to but before deciding, she contacted each contact of the top five clients of each modeling agency and said she was 16 years old,  was considering modeling, and asked for five minutes of his or her time for some suggestions and advice.  Advising teenagers was easy and philanthropical so they agreed.

Once there, Victoria would ask what type of model and/or look they usually looked for in the girls that modeled for them.  Victoria explained that she was considering signing with the modeling agency they used but before signing she needed to know what her prospects were from their top clients.  Victoria knew that if she has the look they wanted, they would likely ask for her rather than search through a hundred portfolios.

Victoria established a corporation with Mrs. White being the president and 100 percent stock holder.  Victoria would volunteer her time and all modeling payment would go the corporation.  The corporation would furnish the model with Victoria being the only model.  Victoria wanted to at least repay Mrs. White some of the tuition costs and money Mrs. White had given her.  And, since Victoria would not receive any money, it would be extremely unlikely that Homeland Security would discover her modeling and even if they did, Victoria would say she was only volunteering, received no pay for her modeling,  and therefore she was not working.  Homeland Security may not accept her explanation.  However, they probably wouldn’t deport her and only demand that she stop modeling. Victoria; that is the corporation, signed an exclusive agreement with AM&T.  Her first assignment, two days later, paid $150 for modeling four dresses for Nordstrom.  Her next assignment was NYANGA CHARITY FASHION SHOW, Saturday, August 29, 2015 from 3:00 PM to 8:00 PM,, Atlanta, GA.  Since it was for charity, Victoria  wasn’t paid but she was allowed to keep the clothes she modeled.  Mostly the clothes she modeled would be expensive and they were clothes she needed.
  
Also, there were VIPs that would notice her if she did well.  Modeling requires little or no training.  Either you have it or you don’t and it only takes a few minutes to instruct a newbie how to walk down a runway.  Since it was a five hour event, Victoria met and made a good impression on a number of VIPs that would remember her when they needed someone with her look.

Because Georgia would not issue her driver license, until she was officially 17, Victoria purchase a multiple speed bicycle that allowed her to go places at almost twice her running speed.  Just because Victoria wanted to go out and go places, including too and from school, she was riding her bicycle 10 miles a day or more and she still did her regular cross country training 4 days a week.

The doctor’s 16 year old son wanted a really sexy date that he could show off to his friends at a dinner and semiformal event that he was attending and he wanted his date to show a lot of skin.  The Doctor asked Victoria to go with his son as his date.  Victoria wasn’t willing to dress sleazy.  However, Victoria had the red and nude mini-dress that she received after modeling it at the Charity Fashion Show that she agreed to wear.  It showed a lot of skin and with the nude coloring it appeared to show even more:

Beautiful and sexy, with her intelligence and social skills, Victoria was a hit with the doctor’s son and his friends.  She flirted with his friends but only as appropriate for the event and she let them know that she was the date of doctor’s son and wouldn’t give out her phone number to any of the other guys.

Victoria signed up to take the ACT in October and the SAT in November.  Her ACT score was 31.  Victoria was hoping for a score of 33 or higher but her score was still remarkable for only being age 13 instead of 16.  Victoria did better on the SAT with a score of 2120.  Victoria’s ACT and SAT scores were both high enough  to get admitted at many elite universities.  Victoria applied at Reed College in Portland, OR.  She would also apply to Claremont McKenna College, Claremont, CA; Davison College NC; and Earlham College, Richmond, IN.  Reed College with a very strong Chinese major was Victoria’s first choice.  However, she chose the colleges because they all offered a  Chinese major including a year study abroad program in China.  All are top colleges so Victoria would be happy with any of the colleges.  Victoria believed China is a rising power and a strong Chinese language background would offer many great employment opportunities.  

Victoria applied at each of the four colleges under their binding early decision plans.  That improved her odds of acceptance; but accepting requires withdrawing applications from the other colleges.  Victoria received an offer from Earlham College, Richmond, IN.  With less than 1,100 students, that was her second choice, and they would provide financial aid for all but $11,300 of the $53,500 tuition, books, and room and board.  Victoria decided that would be her college for the next four years, which included one-year study abroad in China.  Had none of the four colleges accepted her, then Victoria would have applied to other college in January.

Victoria continued to model and by the end of school year, she was able to earn $16,000 for Mrs. White.  That was almost half of her tuition cost at the Benjamin Franklin Academy.

Victoria was the date of the Doctor’s son at his prom and she got her first kiss.  The kiss was something Victoria decided she liked.  In time she would do far more than kiss but the kiss with a cute 17 year old black boy was exciting enough for the 14 year old Victoria. 

Victoria enrolled in Earlham College, Richmond, IN with the following dates:
Sunday, 		August 21	College Housing Opens
Tuesday, 		August 23	Enrollment Confirmation Day
Wednesday, 	August 24	Classes Begin

Victoria arrived at Earlham College at 6:30 pm Sunday August 21.  The dorm parent introduced her to Sue, her freshman roommate.  Sue scored 34 on the ACT and would not be easily fooled regarding Victoria’s actual age.
  
“Victoria, how old are you?”  Sue asked.

“Seventeen,” Victoria replied.

“I don’t believe it.  My sister is 15 and you look younger than her.”  However, Victoria would not admit that she was younger than 17.

Wednesday morning, the first day of classes, Victoria met her advisor and enrolled in her classes.  She then went to the bookstore to purchase her books.  That afternoon she met with the women’s cross-country track coach and based on her times at the Benjamin Franklin Academy. the coach allowed Victoria to join the team.  

However, unlike at the academy, Victoria wasn’t the fastest runner.  She was not even one of the fastest as the college had some elite runners.  Nevertheless, her times were acceptable for a freshman.

Sue was majoring in drama and her drama class was putting on a play based on the Korean drama High School Love On in which at age 13 to 14 Kim Sae-Ron played the part of an angel in the 20-episode drama.

The drama instructor wanted someone that looked very young and innocent like Kim Sae-Ron to play the part of the angel and Sue said, “Victoria, my roommate looks a lot like Kim Sae-Ron and might be perfect if she can act.”

Sue talked to Victoria and since Victoria was majoring in Chinese and Asian studies, having a part in a Korean drama would be good experience so she agreed to meet Sue’s drama instructor and try out for the part.  The drama instructor was pleased and Victoria proved that she could play the part.  Actually, it wasn’t acting as much as it was that Victoria was able to imagine that she was the angel.

After auditioning for the part, the drama instructor said, “Victoria, you really do look like a virgin angel.”  Victoria thought about that and decided she would be different than the other girls.  She would be the virgin angel at Earlham College.  The female-male ratio at Earlham College was 56%-44% and with five females for every four guys and even worse because one fourth of the guys were not considered acceptable, the girls felt they had to put out or lose to girls that would.

However, the sexy, flirty, young, and stunningly beautiful Victoria would not be like the other Earlham girls and yet, she was very popular and did not lack for dates.  It seemed that every popular Earlham guy wanted to be the guy that nailed the sexy virgin.  A popular and very rich guy kept insisting that buying her an $800 necklace and spending $250 at an exclusive restaurant and hotel room Indianapolis entitles him to sex but Victoria did not agree.  Then when the guy grabbed her pushing her toward the bed, Victoria slapped him and before he could recover, Victoria kicked him in the stomach. Then, as he doubled over, she kicked him again in his face slightly fracturing and bloodying his nose.

Victoria walked out and paid $200 for a taxi fare back to Earlham.  The young man complained to his father, a state senator.  However, the senator would do nothing because prosecuting a pretty girl that his son outweighed by fifty pounds was not good politics.  Victoria never told anyone.  Nevertheless, the story got around and resulted in the young man being the butt of a number of jokes.

To be allowed to model with a student visa, Victoria enrolled in a fashion design and modeling course at Earlham and, with her professor’s help. it was determined that modeling is practical training and related to her course so she was allowed to model by Homeland Security.  To model and travel to Indianapolis and Cincinnati, Victoria needed a driver’s license.  She had taken a driver’s education course at the Benjamin Franklin Academy and the requirements in Indiana were less rigid for teenage drivers than in Georgia so she was able to obtain a driver license that allowed her to drive alone to and from work and school.

Victoria purchased on Craigslist a 1993 4Dr automatic Toyota Corolla with103,000 miles for $800.  Because Victoria had a driver’s education course and had above a B average (actually an A average),  she was able to obtain a six-month liability insurance policy for $1,200 and she could make $200 monthly payments.

The middle of September, Victoria had a photographer take photos of her and she selected six plus ten more photos from earlier portfolio.  Victoria sent the photos. a copy of the letter of recommendation from AM&T, the modeling agency in Atlanta, and the following measurement to 3 modeling agencies in Indianapolis: 
Height: 	  5’-9” barefoot.  (Victoria had grown 1” in 15 months)
Weight: 	  112 lbs
Eyes: 	  Green
Hair: 		  Red
Bust: 	  32” A+ cup
Waist: 	  23.5”
Hips: 	  33.5”
Dress size:  0 or 1	
No tattoos, scars, or piercings.

Victoria had what they were looking for and auditioned all three.  Victoria signed with Helen Wells.  Her first assignment was as a runway model in Indianapolis.  She was paid $100 for four hours work, mostly standing around and three hours of travel.  After commissions and taxes, she would receive $60, which paid little more than the cost of her transportation.

However, Victoria was noticed by and met someone from Saks in Indianapolis that needed a tall slender model for their winter clothing for which she was paid $400 for four hours of modeling.  The photos were for the Saks in Indianapolis.  However, her photo in one gown Victoria modeled was shown nationally.  The secretary of Victoria’s father’s was looking at Saks gowns on the internet and said, “Sir, this looks like Victoria.”

Victoria’s father called the investigative firm.  With the help of the police when the investigative firm needed to obtain confidential records, it only took them 4 days to contact Saks and from Saks, to Helen Wells then to Earlham College, and to AM&T and the photographer Matt Boyd in Atlanta.  With over 100 photos and the video Victoria had made 16 months earlier, it was definitely Victoria.
  
Victoria’s father took the 5:00 am flight arriving in Cincinnati OH at 10:06 am where he had a limousine ready to take him to Earlham College.  At noon, he met with Laura Hutchinson, VP of Student Life and Dean of Students.  Together they went to Victoria’s afternoon class where he announced, “I’m here for my daughter” and seeing Victoria said, “Victoria, come here” and held out his arms.

“Daddy” Victoria said and burst into tears when her father hugged her.

He held Victoria in his arm, letting her sob for a while and then said, “Honey, we need to talk.”  Laura Hutchinson offered her office but instead he took Victoria to a hotel where he rented an expensive suite so they could have more privacy and room service.  He told Victoria than he never canceled the credit card and that he deeply regretted trusting his ex-wife instead of listening to her.

Victoria told how she was living under the stairs in an alley looking for babysitting jobs to buy food because corrupt politicians passed laws preventing her and other young people from working.  She told how, at first, she thought the pimp was a nice person for feeding her and giving her a place to live in exchange for household duties and how the pimp secretly got her addicted to cocaine so he could sell her body to a rich old man and then other men.  She told how the doctor rescued her, treated her for her addiction.

That the black pimp would harm his adolescent daughter made Victoria’s father furious and he decided he would get that pimp.  However, first he said,  “Honey, you new identity is such a mess, but I’ll get it straightened out and you can have your life back.”

“I don’t know that I want it back, at least not yet” Victoria replied.  “I don’t want to go back to age 14 where I have no rights and will not be able to drive my car to and from work and school.  The politicians claim it is for the children, but they don’t care about the children.  They would rather we die on the street or whore for some pimp than to let us work so we might have a chance for a decent life.  They sold us out so the unions don’t have to compete with lower wage children.”  I could have gotten one of several jobs and earned enough for food and a room to live in, except for the laws the politicians passed to protect the unions.

“Daddy, there are other advantages. Driving is a big one.  With my current identity, next year, as an 18 year old, I will have unrestricted driving privileges.  As your daughter, I will not be allow to drive for another two years and then driving is restricted for another two years.

“As your daughter, I am a target for kidnapping.  Also, if I travel in other countries, as an American, I could be a target for terrorists.  And, as a US citizen, it is difficult to open a bank account in other countries such as Switzerland.  Furthermore, there can be advantages to having a two identities.”

“Honey, we can wait and I understand you position and reasons,” Victoria’s father replied.  “And, regardless of what name and identity, I’m your father and even though you were approved for financial aid, I will pay your college expenses.  I will get you a credit card and tomorrow we are setting up a bank account and shopping for a new car.  And, you can model if you want to; or not.”

The next morning, Victoria’s father took her to a bank and gave her a check for $5,000 to open a bank account and he contacted his credit card company and had them to send Victoria a credit card by adding her name and to his account.
Then Victoria reversed her application for financial aid and gave Earlham College a Cashier’s Check that her father purchased in her name for $21,200 for the balance of her tuition, room, board, and fees, for the fall semester. Another check would be paid to Earlham at the beginning of the spring semester. Victoria also called Mrs. White, and without giving many details, said that she would be sending her a check for $28,000 check to reimburse her for the balance of the tuition and the other money that she had given her.

Victoria returned to the life of privilege that she enjoyed while her mother was living and until her father remarried.  In addition, she and her father went car shopping and her father purchased her a 2016 X6-sDrive35i BMW for $61,300 to be delivered in a couple of months at the end of the fall semester.  Then Victoria would move out of the dorm and rent a house very close to  campus so she could walk to campus rather than drive her new car.  

Victoria knew what people didn’t know wouldn’t harm her so at the end of the fall semester she went about her business without telling people anything. She didn’t go out of her way to hide the fact that she lived alone in a nice two car three bedroom house and that she sometimes drove a new BMW.  However, she wouldn’t give any details or explain to anyone other than to say, “I get paid for modeling.”  A few students believed Victoria had a wealthy sugar daddy and she said nothing to dispel that belief.  Therefore, that is what most student that knew her believed.  Some girls asked her how they could find a rich sugar daddy and Victoria would just smile and not say anything which they took as proof that she did have a rich sugar daddy and one that somehow they never saw.

It has taken the pimp a while but in the last 16 months, he was able to find more young girls and turn them into his whores.  One months ago, he had just purchased a two-year-old black Mercedes-Benz for $34,000, which was almost all his money, but now he was riding proud.  However, a two months after Victoria’s father returned to Wichita, on an anonymous tip, the police stopped the pimp and drug sniffing police dogs discovered three ounces of marijuana under the back seat of his car.

“That’s not mine,” the pimp declared.  Nevertheless, it was enough to seize his car under the drug asset forfeiture laws, which meant more to the police than arresting the pimp.  “Don’t take my car,” the pimp wailed.  He called his attorney and was told that he could challenge the forfeiture and the fee would be $10,000, which the pimp didn’t have.

The pimp was angry and frustrated so he bought a quart of scotch and went home, got drunk, and abused his whores.  That turned out to be a mistake because a week later on another anonymous tip, the police raided his apartment and found inside his box springs an AR-15 converted to fully automatic and 200 grams of crack cocaine.  This time he was arrested and on a plea bargain was sent to prison for five years.  Victoria’s father has spent  over $100,000 to get the pimp and with three layers of buffers between him and the men that planted the evidence, there was no way it could be traced to him even if the men had been discovered which they were not.

Victoria would go home to Wichita for Thanksgiving, Christmas/New Year’s vacation, and summer. 

Victoria spent her Junior year in college in China in Earlham’s College Study Abroad program.

At her real age of 18, Victoria graduated from Earlham College.  However, she maintained her Namibia identification and passport.  After graduation, Victoria got a job working for a company in Switzerland  that  traded with China at a salary of $125,000 a year.  At her young age, she had picked up and could speak and write almost perfect Mandarin (China’s official language) and with a year in China in Earlham’s College study abroad program, Victoria had a very good understanding of the Chinese culture, the two reasons she was hired at such a high salary.  

Later Victoria would obtain citizenship in Switzerland with has far more freedom than the USA.  By maintaining her Namibia identity she had no reason to renounce her USA citizenship, which otherwise would tax her on her income in Switzerland.  The USA being the only major country in the world that taxes citizens regardless of where they live and earn their income.  Victoria had two identities and passports in two names.  One she used when returning to the USA and visiting her father and another with passports and dual citizenship in Namibia and Switzerland.

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