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University of Cowan. Thank you.

Can you please introduce yourself to us?

My name is Ginger.

Ginger? How are you, Ginger? Good. Good?
I know, it's a little light here, and

we're all kind of just trudging our way
through.

How old are you?

21.

21? Or should I lie?

You lied.

I said, or should I lie?

I'm 18.

Really?

You already lied to us. We didn't get
through four questions.

Where are you from?

New Orleans.

Really? What part of New Orleans are you
from?

Old Metairie.

Like I know where that is. Like it's
right outside New Orleans.

Like by the French Quarter.

Let me ask you this. Were you born
there?

No. Where were you born? Tucson.

You're from Arizona originally.

Were you ever a river rat?

Colorado River?

No.

Well, Tucson's not too near the river.

It's just on the border of California
and Arizona.

I don't know what's in Arizona.

A lot of desert. It's beautiful in
Arizona.

How old were you when you moved from
Arizona to New Orleans?

Well, actually, I went from Arizona to
California to Las Vegas to...

New Orleans to Las Vegas and back to
California.

But I spent most of my life in New
Orleans, 12 years.

Where did you go to school, high school,
grew up?

John Curtis in New Orleans.

Can you tell us a little bit about John
Curtis, some of your memories?

It was a Christian school with a bunch
of hee -haws.

Did you have to wear a uniform?

Yeah. What color was your uniform?

Well, actually, we got to wear jeans,
and, like, they would have a red, white,

and blue, red, white, or blue, like a
polar shirt.

Was it comfortable?

Yeah. It was better than wearing the
little plaid skirts.

Why? You don't like wearing skirts?

I have to come down to your knees.

I got to hike it up a little.

I see.

What in your mind stands out, a memory
that you can't forget about?

Sneaking out of the state.

football game i said cheerleader so we
were supposed to have a big party like

and where all the team and the
cheerleaders go and the teacher and well

spanish teacher and my friends were
there and they pulled me up onto the

bleachers and took off with me nobody
knew where i was my spanish teacher

even know what she was getting into
she's just like okay

Well, we went partying in a French
Quarter.

Your Spanish teacher?

Well, not her, but she helped, like,
pull me up on the bleachers. She didn't

know. It just sounded strange how you
said, sneaking out of your house.

Because you're not supposed to leave
until your parents can get you.

Did you enjoy being a cheerleader?

Yeah. Were you a little exhibitionist?

Of course.

Okay. You probably never would have
gotten away with it, but did you ever,

you know, put your little outfit on and
not wear panties?

Yeah. You did?

You're bad.

Yeah. Did anybody ever notice and
confront you about it?

No, I don't think so.

They would have been too shocked. Yeah.
You would have said anything.

That girl got to put her panties on.

Do you consider yourself an
exhibitionist? Yeah.

Currently attending any type of college?

Um, yeah.

Here in New Orleans, or there in New
Orleans?

Is it out here in Los Angeles, somewhere
else?

In Las Vegas.

Las Vegas.

What is it like on campus? Is it what
you had expected it to be? No.

I wanted to go to, like, a real college
with real guys, not, like, the older

crowd.

What are you majoring in?

Psychology.

Cool. A mind person.

Yeah. Can you sit down and just talk for
hours and hours with people? Yeah.

Do you like to really get into their
minds? Yeah.

Do you find really interesting things?

Sometimes. Sometimes you find out things
you don't want to know.

About campus, are there a lot of people
on campus that hit you up?

Do a lot of guys come up and hit on you
all the time? No, I try to ignore them.

Why?

Because they're a bunch of old fogies.

How about women?

Women? Yeah.

The women do. Are women older? More
women hit on me than guys do.

They always have.

How about the professors?

I must have lesbian written on my
forehead.

Actually, it's not quite there.

Do you ever tease professors?

Yeah.

Have you ever gotten or taken advantage
of a

professor? No.

You'd never go that far. No.

I want to get a little more serious
here.

That was quick.

Obviously, do you like men?

Yeah.

Tell me, what type of man do you prefer?

The kinds with big necks.

You mean a guy with just an average
-sized dick? Funny kind of man.

Really?

So you're not one of the types that
says... I came here and it's the only

you can find men with big cocks.

How about women? Do you like women?
Yeah.

Do you have a preference between men and
women?

I like men better, but women are always
good to have around on occasion.

Have you had a menage a trois with
another woman? Oh, yeah.

Had a menage a trois, four a trois, five
a trois, six a trois.

You're just a very sexual person, aren't
you?

I'd like to think so.

We would, too.

You look very pretty.

Thank you.

You're a little firecracker.

I have a couple more questions here, and
I'm going to wind this down.

Do you like anal? Have you done anal?
Yeah.

How many times in your personal life?

Never in my personal life.

I just tried anal and one of my
feelings.

Can you please tell us your most unusual
sexual experience?

It had to be my prom night.

I was with this guy, Steve, and he got
so drunk that Dean had to call his dad

come pick us up.

What? What did he do from there? Drive
you home?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry about this. He's, you
know, he's usually more responsible.

That's alright. I just need to get home.

Come on in.

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

Mr. McDonald was so upset that he left
Steve passed out in the car when we

pulled into the driveway.

He asked me to apologize for his son's
behavior.

I told him not to worry about it, but he
insisted.

Really, I can't apologize enough. I am
sorry for his behavior. I have to see

him. I don't want you to apologize, Mr.
McDonald.

Oh, but I feel I have to. I do. I mean,
I don't know what's the matter with a

boy.

You know, his mother and I, we got a
divorce.

And, you know, even before the divorce,
I mean, we weren't really having

intimate relations, if you know what I
mean. What the hell? It was a sham. The

marriage was a sham. And I think he's
kind of taken it kind of hard.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no. I just, you know, it's
really nice to have somebody to talk to,

though. You know, so it's... Well, I'm
glad I can help you this week, though.

I've always thought you were like a
second father.

Really?

Oh, I'd like to do more than that.

I would.

I don't know if we should do this.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for Mr.
McDonald.

When he kept hugging me, I didn't know
what to do.

When I felt his hands stroking my
shoulders and slipping inside the back

dress, I kind of wondered if things were
getting out of bounds.

When his hands started sneaking up my
skirt and rubbing my panties, it was

giving me such confusing feelings that
it made it really hard to be objective.

I knew what he was doing was wrong, but
I just got caught up in the overwhelming

desire to help him, to make him feel
better, that I let him continue.

Mr. Donald, I don't think we should be
doing this.

you

Thank you.

uh

You like it?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

That's good.

There you go. There you go.

Thank you.

Keep it in your mouth.

Keep it in your mouth. You can do it.
Keep it right in your mouth.

Just like that.

Oh, yeah.

Good?

Take it all the way down.

Take it all the way down.

Put your tongue on the wall.

Keep it in your mouth. Keep it in your
mouth.

Thank you.