He slows down and the girl hops out of the car, he keeps driving, and  begin to follow her and ask her questions Im a sassy talkini flip flop wearin fishing lovin beer drinkin kinda girl shirt . She’s telling me “I told him to let me out of the fucking car!” I guess he really liked this one. I continue home and he’s there. I call my sister and tell her what happened. My voice quivering and just beside myself. She immediately says “aw he picked up a prostitute.” That never crossed my mind. At this time in my life, clearly I’m pretty gullible and naive. I tell her no I don’t think she was a prostitute…The girl was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I storm inside and grab some large trash bags and go into my bedroom and begin snatching and stuffing his clothes into the bags.