The day before my birthday, and the trial was already in full swing. I was becoming more and more nervous and apprehensive about appearing in court, about facing Quadir and admitting the truth...the truth that would destroy him. And save me. I agonized over what my life had become. It wasn't fun anymore. I wasn't a carefree call girl or dicksucking teenager anymore, cheerfully exchanging my body for a handful of money, living out my hottest fantasies and having a parade of men tell me how gorgeous I was. Now I was a material witness in a murder case. My parents would be devastated. My friends would abandon me. And the man I loved would be going to prison for the rest of his life.