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parole officer ain't even been born yet.

Vanessa, you really

don't have anyone, do you?

That's terrible.

Oh, that's just terrible.

My real dad was this

merchant marine out of Texas,

but he got stabbed to death

on one of them container ships...

by this man from Pakistan

before I was born.

You wanna see his picture

I got right here?

Absolutely.

That's my daddy.

- He looks very interesting.

- You think?

- Absolutely.

- I think so, too.

Your grandmother's gonna be very proud

when she finds out what

a wonderful granddaughter she's got.

But I have to be honest with you.

I think given

your present situation,

maybe foster care would be

the way you should go right now.

Bob, sometimes them places are okay,

but most of the time,

them people are just in it for the check

that the state sends for your upkeep.

I take it you've had

some bad experiences.

The last one I was in, there was an old

man that everyone called "grandpa",

and he had this disease called

Wisenheimers, I think it was...

where your brain cells

run out into your pee.

- It's a form of senility.

- Here's your check, sir.

Thanks, Bob. That's the best

f***in' dinner I've had all month.

I wouldn't mind stretchin' my legs

before I got behind the wheel. You mind?

No. Sure.

I got all the time in the world.

Great.

So them foster parents,

the Moraleses...

you would've thought a check

from the state would've been enough.

But no, they figured on me

helpin' out with Grandpa, too.

- You had to provide care for this man?

- Get crucial.

This guy was pissin' his sheets

nearly every night.

Just bein' near him

made me want to puke my guts out.

So what happened

when you refused?

They just started treatin' me like I was

the biggest b*tch who'd ever been born.

Then this one night, just a couple weeks

after I'd been placed there,

I woke up to see Grandpa standin'

over me with his cane in one hand...

and his you-know-what

in the other.

My God.

What happened?

- I told him to get the hell out.

- I take it he didn't.

No. That's when he tried to

slip it under the covers with me,

and I just went crazy on him.

What do you mean,

you went crazy?

I was pissed off

'cause I couldn't see my mom,

and havin' this perv standin' over me

waggin' his thing in my face

was just the last straw.

So what did you do?

Well, I got up on my knees,

and just slapped his dentures

half out of his face.

And then I dropped down on his chest

and just started whalin' on him,

beatin' him up so hard

and swearin' so loud.

My God.

So then the lights went on, and

Mr. Morales showed up in his pajamas.

- Well, thank God he was there.

- Yeah, right.

Hit me so hard, I had to have my jaw

wired shut for nearly three months.

Broke my nose, too.

That's how come it's so big.

Your nose is not big.

It's pretty damn big.

Was this man ever punished?

Are you kidding?

A pillar of society like Mr. Morales?

No. But my mom got out of rehab

a couple days later

so I didn't have to

go back or nothin'.

You were telling me a little while ago

that your stepdad was on parole.

Oh, yeah.

Larry's been in lots of pens

like this one federal place

up in Illinois, Marion.

It's just mostly for drug sh*t.

Manufacturing methamphetamines,

stolen property...

but nothin' real, real bad.

Vanessa, please don't be offended

by my next question...

but...

did your stepfather molest you?

Oh, my God.

This policewoman just asked me that

very same question just a few hours ago.

And how did that make you feel?

Like I got "Daddy's Fuckhole"

tattooed on my forehead.

Maybe this is an issue

you should explore.

I never even told my fiance

about this stuff.

Vanessa, if you keep something

like this bottled up inside,

it could wreck your whole life.

Now you're scarin' me.

That's not my intention.

I just think you have a very good

opportunity now to get through

some of the trauma and anguish you've

been suffering from for a long time.

I do got trauma, huh?

Let's not kid ourselves, Vanessa.

I've been so anguished...

I can't even remember bein' happy.

Vanessa, you have to

look this pain in the eye.

Otherwise it could rule over

every aspect of your life.

Now, I think I can help you

but you're going

to have to trust me.

You're going to

have to let me in.

My God, you're cold.

Just thinkin' about

my f***ed-up life is all.

Let's go.

I'm sorry.

Here I am, blubberin' like a big old

baby, and you're just tryin' to help me.

Vanessa, Vanessa,

just take your time.

Take your time.

I was 11 when Larry first held me.

Where was your mother?

Some stupid halfway house.

How did the abuse begin?

With my mama gone, I had all these

extra chores that I had to do,

like the laundry and the groceries

and things like that.

So you became

the woman of the house.

Yeah.

Yeah, and I was

so proud of myself.

And then this one night,

we were just watchin' TV after dinner

like we always do,

and that's when Larry told me...

that one of Mama's chores had always

been to massage his you-know-what.

Did Larry expose himself to you?

All through the show.

Did Larry have an erection?

That's puttin' it mildly.

Did he ask you to perform

oral sex for him?

At first, I mean, he just had me

hold on to his you-know-what

durin' whatever

happened to be on TV.

He didn't get around to the other thing

you just mentioned for a while.

I guess he figured

if he went all slow-like,

I wouldn't freak-out

and get him in trouble.

But back then, I didn't even know

that stuff we was doin' was criminal.

Vanessa, victims often blame themselves.

It's a common occurrence.

You are the victim.

- Really, Bob?

- Absolutely.

I was such a baby, I didn't even know

why men wanted that stuff done to them.

Vanessa, my God, you were a child.

You must have been so confused.

You know, and...

and when he did that thing

that you mentioned for the first time...

I swear to Christ, I thought he was

goin' to the bathroom in my mouth.

Do I have your absolute trust?

I guess I trust you more than I've ever

trusted anyone in my whole life, Bob.

And I really mean that.

Thank you.

The reason why I'm asking...

there's this powerful new psychological

technique that I'd like to try on you.

I think it could really help you.

Would you like to give it a try?

Yeah, sure.

It consists of

a battery of questions

that are designed to trigger

certain elements of your subconscious.

I've gotta warn you, Vanessa...

this technique,

it can be uncomfortable.

Go for it, Bob.

I mean, if you think

it's gonna help me.

Okay. Let's get started.

Are you ready?

A few moments ago, you were

telling me that you felt like

Larry had gone to the bathroom

in your mouth.

Those were your exact words.

Do you remember?

Now at that exact moment,

when Larry ejaculated in your mouth,

did you feel as though somehow

you were being transformed...

into some kind of a human urinal?

What kind of f***ing questions

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