Addicts, prostitutes and the homeless

My own experience of this type of girl
I had never met a girl like this until I got a knock on the door one day. I opened the door and it was a small thin badly-dressed girl. She asked me if I wanted business and I said no. She said Go on, I'll give you a really good blow-job for £20. I said no so she reduced the price to £10. I still said no so she went and knocked on other doors in the block of flats. Later she came back to me asking to be let out, and offered herself to me for £3. She was very persuasive.

Debbie came to my flat a few times, but I had to stop her from coming because I did not really fancy her. Also, she had some man waiting outside for her. I don't know if he was a drug pusher or a boyfriend or a pimp, or a combination of all three, but I didn't like that.

I had seen Katy on 'the common' for a while before I talked to her. One of the women had warned me off going with druggy girls, and she may have been looking at Katy when she said it.

Katy was the prettiest girl there, so when she agreed to come to my flat the next day I thought I was on to a good thing. And so it proved. It was a very enjoyable experience.

We agreed that she should return to my flat soon (she said Am I invited back?) and I would order some take-away Chinese food for us. She never came. I couldn't contact her.

She had phoned me on the day she came to my flat and wanted to tell me about something important that was happening to her. I told her to wait till she got to my flat, then tell me; but I forgot all about it. I only said it to save her money in the call box. She also said It's so difficult to meet reliable people in London. She is only 23 and young enough to be my daughter and she made me feel like I could be a positive influence in her life.

Weeks later I went to the common again and was approached by an Irish girl. I explained that I was looking for Katy and she said that she knew her, she lived in the same hostel. I asked her to ask Katy to phone me, and a few days later I got the call.

When I met her she looked really rough. She was wearing a lot of makeup and had got it in her hair. She asked for some money to pay her driver. She went up to the cab and gave him the money. He must have said something to her because the look of hatred she had for him was more intense than anything I have ever seen before. If looks could kill he would be dead.

She wanted me to give her the money there and then but I wouldn't to begin with. We went into the supermarket and she kept going on about me trusting her. I gave her the money. When I was looking at photographic film she said I'll go and get some champagne. I wanted to keep an eye on her so she would not go off with my money. A couple of minutes later I saw her at the till with a couple of bottles. I hesitated when she asked me to get some alcopops. I got them and when I came back she was gone.

I had her mobile number so I phoned. The first time: no answer. Second time: a bloke answered and when I said I wanted to talk to Katy the phone was switched off. When I got home I was really angry with this man. I left a voice mail message which went along the lines of I don't know who you are, whether you're a drug pusher or a pimp, but I'm going to track you down and kill you.

I thought that would be the end of it, but later she phoned me. She said she needed the money to pay a debt. I told her that I forgave her; I didn't think I would see her again. She then said that she would come over that evening but I told her I thought we'd better just leave it. I said this because I'd threatened the man and I thought I don't want them knowing where I live. She hung up.

The next day I turned on my mobile and there were 2 voicemail messages from her and a text message from him.

On the other one I could hear her talking to a man, and I could hear him talking in the background. Then she shouted You fucking nutter and hung up. The text from him was making fun of me.

This made me angry. I thought that this was confirmation that she only phoned me asking to come round so she could find out where I live and do something bad to me. I remembered that she had told me she lived in a hostel in a particular area of London. So I went on the internet and found out where it was. The phone number was on the website so I phoned and a man answered. I asked if I could speak to Katy, and he told me that she wasn't around at that moment. He asked if I wanted to leave a message and I said Just tell her that Andy called. He asked if there was anything else and I said Tell her I'll catch up with her later.

I wrote her a letter along the lines of I know where you live but you don't know where I live. I thought that would be the last of it but I got two voicemail messages. One was from Katy hesitantly saying that she had got my letter and would phone again. The other was from a well-spoken man who said I am concerned about Katy, and I am concerned about what it is exactly that you require from her. I will phone again or I will call round. I can only assume this was her therapist. I had written in my letter that I wanted my money back or some photos of her; I hadn't expected her to take this seriously.

I was no longer angry with her, I wanted to help her. There had been another voicemail message from her. I could hear nice music in the background and then I heard her voice You know when you come off drugs ... they give you ... and that was it. I wrote her another letter telling her that I forgave her.

I went to the common and asked a couple of the girls there if they knew how she was. They both knew her. One said that she had been a very naughty girl. When I asked her what she meant she said that she had been robbing people and so on. The other girl said she was 'losing it'.

I wrote to her again a few weeks later. After another couple of weeks I got a phone call. She told me that she used to "knock around" with a man but he turned out to be a bully so she had got rid of him. I think this was the man she had told me about when she had come to my flat; she said he had told her he would 'look after her'.

I went to meet her and we had a chat. She looked a lot better and happier. She told me that this man had given her a book about child abuse and that it had made her disturbed for a while. At the end of our chat I told her she was pretty and cute, and young enough to be my daughter. I took this picture.

We had arranged for her to come to my flat the next day in the evening, but she did not turn up. I never heard from her again. It made me feel sad that I would not see her again. I was hoping that she would like to 'knock around' with me sometime. I was saddened by the idea that she no longer thought of me as a reliable person. I wanted to be able to give her a big hug like the time she came to my flat, and to look after her. I was attracted by her vulnerability.

Katy