Why you should never cam

I call him Mr. Big because he is white, from Russia or some other Eastern European country. He spoke with an accent and pronounced words with brute forcefulness. He was a tall man, standing at 6’ 4” with massive feet and hands (as I would soon later learn massive fingers.) His face was twice as big and wide as mine and when I first shook his hand two months ago his covered mine like a father holding his daughter’s hands. Mr. Big worked at the hospital and was a doctor back in his old country. Every time I bump into him in the hallway or the stairway he would ask about how I was doing in school and offer to help tutor me for free. He was a great doctor but had to leave because of family troubles was what I told me.
-I guess that why he was living alone.
Planning, training, running, juicing and tanning.
In May I started to work out and went onto a diet of only fruits and water. Three meals of cleansing juices each day for three weeks had me squirting out the other end. It was unpleasant but I thought it was going be good training.
After three weeks or juicing, eating fruits and drinking nothing but water. I lost 20 lbs and went from 140 to 120 lbs. For my height of f 5'10" I looked pretty good. My waist was slim and my butt was round and peaky. My boobs were still a nice unnatural size B. I started to grow my hair out a little. During this one month I pretended that everything was normal. I wore the same out clothes. A pair of dress pants and a dress shirt. After work I would go shopping for new clothes.
I made 14 dollars an hour and my rent was over 900 dollars a month. Factoring in the summer school that I now needed to attend and food expenses (organic fruits and juice are expensive in LA) I barely had 200 dollars by the end of the month. Desperate for money, I borrowed from one of those instant loan places. 2000 dollars at 14% interest in one months. I was motivated by the green bills sitting in my wallet and went onto a shopping spree.
I brought: