and, most importantly, she was clearly doing drugs and was now a full-blown junkie. Fred (the client) was shocked. He told me he felt both sorry for her and repulsed. She asked him for money and he said "No". He couldn't bare the sight of her and cut the meeting short. She called him half an hour later, crying, telling him that her boyfriend will kill her of she didn't bring any money back and telling him that she'd do ANYTHING for $100. Fred went over her house. It was terrible. Hardly any furniture, bare mattress on the floor-just like a scene from one of those movies. He didn't want to have sex with her-he couldn't even bring himself to think about it. He gave her $100 and his business card. He told her to pin his business card to her panties with a safety pin, so when (not if) she dies, someone would call him and he would make  arrangements. He knew her days were numbered. Fred didn't think she'd do it, but, apparently, she did. I saw Fred few months later and he told me he got the call one day: Erica was dead. To this day, I have an image of her clear in my mind. Someone who was so intelligent and successful, so in control, who made so much money, granted sexual favours to selected few, ended up dying on a dirty mattress in a crack house before the age of 33. All because of drugs.