I picked up Regina, a BSW who looked cute and petite floating around Gorham a few blocks out from Jay's about 6:45 PM yesterday. She had kinky hair pulled back loosely, glasses, very short dungaree shorts, and a beige lace top with a black bra and small tits underneath. In the car, she yapped incessantly about her wicked boyfriend/pimp, her prison time, her former smack addiction, her current crack habit, her kid, etc. She gave a very nice BBBJ for .31 (yup, thirty-one). When I saw more of her body, though, it was covered with scars, more and bigger scars than I have ever seen on anyone--not surgery scars, mind you. In addition, her tits and skin sagged like a 70-year-old, repulsive evidence of extreme drug problems. She was 26. Regina had a sweet face and an innocence to her, albeit buried. She has lived and is living a brutal existence. At home, I was compelled to soak my pecker in Listerine. Even though she did not light up, my car stunk of tobacco and ass afterward. Try to avoid Regina.