Drug addiction

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Two sisters' lives are ruin by their mother's liberal parenthood. The girls become models, child prostitutes and drug addicts. Candice falls foul with the law.

Submitted: December 03, 2007

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Drug addiction.

Candice grew up as a beautiful child model. So was her younger sister Krista, three years her junior. Her mum Alison was an agent for models and she sent them to the best modeling school. Alison got a famous photographer for their photo shoot. She marketed them so well that she got them the best jobs. Candice and Krista wowed their audience whenever they walked the cat walk.

Alison had a string of lovers. She just wanted a fun time with absolutely no commitment at all. Candice and Krista never knew who their dads were. Alison was well off enough to support her girls and too proud to ask her lovers for maintenance. The other trouble was she had multiple lovers at one time and many of them refused any DNA testing.

Candice and Krista were as different as chalk and cheese in their appearance was different. One was fair and one was brown. But their character was similar. Both were hotheaded and haughty young girls.

Candice might not have inherited anything material from her father but she inherited the best of his DNA, blond and blue eyes. Candice by the age of fifteen, was five foot eleven, and had peaches and cream complexion.

Krista was ebony in complexion. Tall and slim like a bean pole. Apart from her skin tone, she had no hint of having an African American for a father. Like Candice, she didn’t know her father and he probably didn’t know she existed.

Candice looked down on Krista. If Candice was born two hundred years earlier, she would have nothing to do with her black nigger or Mulatto sister. Krista was tough and fought back and stood up to Candice’s taunting. She called Candice white trash. They were constantly bickering and there was not a moment of peace in the house. Alison was supposed to be home schooling them, but she couldn’t make them sit down for ten minutes to do any formal education.

“Come on girls, you need to learn your Math and your writing.”

“We don’t need to know stuff that we don’t need to know, we have our pretty faces and gorgeous bodies,” The girls said in unison.

The sister rivalry was so great that they were fighting over everything, from doing chores to getting the freebies sponsoring companies sent them.

“You stole my lipstick!”

“You stole my eye shadow!”

“This top suits me better, I am taking it.”

“It’s not fair! You are always taking the best stuff!”

On and on, the girls fought like tooth and nail over the slightest thing.

Alison complained, “You girls are sending me to an early grave.”

Alison was just talk and no action. The girls didn’t care a hoot about her incessant scolding.

“Mum, shut up, without us, you are nothing! You have nothing.”

Alison resigned herself to her gin and tonic to drown the stress of mother hood to two troublesome teenagers. They were two impossible prima donnas that fate had given her. What they said were true, she depended on them.

It was an open secret that models were into drugs. Alison exposed Candice and Krista to alcohol and the P or methamphetamine drug. It used to be the drug used by anyone regardless of class, race, occupation or social standing.

Alison saw herself as an intrepid business woman and took Candice and Krista to parties to meet sponsors, photographers, magazine editors, reporters and television celebrities. To Alison, it was a public relations exercise, and the more exposure there was, the better it was for Candice and Krista. At those parties, drug and alcohol were freely available. Nobody bet an eye when Candice and Krista helped themselves to the drugs and booze. They ordered sophisticated cocktail drinks like Bloody Mary, Screw driver and spirits like vodka, whiskey, or tequila. They saw it as a social thing. Nobody was an addict, nobody was an alcoholic.

People in the entertainment scene were talking behind Alison’s back that she was the mother hen or mamasan pimping her Lorita girls. Their modeling was just a masquerade for child prostitution.

Candice was earning big bucks from her jobs. She was also getting involved with the seedy people associated with modeling. The P drug was losing its allure with the middle class, but the young were still using the drug.

While Candice inherited the tall DNA from her dad, she unfortunately inherited the fat DNA from her mum. At fifteen, Candice entered the world of bulimia and anorexia. She felt that her hips were putting on fat and she was getting fat. The P sustained her, and she didn't feel the need to eat. Most of the time, she would eat a salad without any dressing like mayonnaise or French dressing. Then she would have a pig out and order Pizza Hut pizza and chicken and eat a whole litre of Häagen-Dazs Ice Cream. After that she would make herself sick in the bathroom. She used more and more drugs and she was looking like a walking skeleton.

Candice met Ross, a wannabe photographer. He promised to make a port folio that would propel her to the cat walks of Milan and Paris. Ross was in the apartment so much that one could be forgiven if they thought that Alison had a son.

One day, she found Ross in bed with Candice. They had not bothered to shut the door because they thought Alison and Krista were away for a few days.

“Candice, Ross is just a useless bum milking off your earnings.”

“You are a pot, calling the kettle black, What about all the boyfriends you have?”

“Candice, he is no good for you, he has no stability.”

“Shut up! And mind your own business.”

“Take a lot in the mirror! Your bingeing is driving your sponsors away. They only want Krista and it is only because of me that you are still getting jobs.”

Alison tried to persuade Candice to stop using P and to eat properly.

Candice shouted,\" It was you who introduced me to P, and it was you who gave me the fat genes.\"

In a huff, Candice moved out of Alison's apartment with Ross. They moved in with another model. There she had the freedom of more P and less eating. Unfortunately, it also meant that she didn't have Alison to help her get jobs. Meanwhile Krista was becoming a well sort for model.

She didn't care, with her new found freedom, like a gaggle of scantily-clad barely eighteen blond friends, they would go pub-crawling, become binge drinkers and go with who ever who promise them P when they left the pub. They were known to be the promiscuous teeny-boppers. They were using P so much that they had become addicted before they knew it, or owned up to this fact.

Ross left because he didn’t want to share his girlfriend with every Tom, Dick and Harry. In retaliation, Candice told everyone that she had kicked him out because he was sponging on her.

To feed her habit, she became a receiver of stolen goods and a stored the P that her flat-mate’s boyfriend had been cooking in his P lab. One morning, while she was still doped with P from the party the night before, there was a knock on the door. In her dopey state of mind, she opened her front door.

It was the police investigating reports of stolen lap tops, VCD players, digital cameras and expensive Rolex watches. The police searched the apartment, and turn everything upside down. They found many items of stolen properties and canisters of P hidden under the beds.

The police arrested Candice, her flat-mate and her boyfriend. They found that she was addicted to P. Because she was just a minor, she was ordered to go for rehabilitation before she could go to court.

It was sensational as she was once upon a time, a very promising child model. It was tragic that P had led her to a path of ruin. It was a very high profile case. Many women groups accused Alison for “sexing up” her girls at a very young age through clothes, toys, make-up and modeling. Alison was very much at fault and should go to prison herself. Drug addiction.

Candice grew up as a beautiful child model. So was her younger sister Krista, three years her junior. Her mum Alison was an agent for models and she sent them to the best modeling school. Alison got a famous photographer for their photo shoot. She marketed them so well that she got them the best jobs. Candice and Krista wowed their audience whenever they walked the cat walk.

Alison had a string of lovers. She just wanted a fun time with absolutely no commitment at all. Candice and Krista never knew who their dads were. Alison was well off enough to support her girls and too proud to ask her lovers for maintenance. The other trouble was she had multiple lovers at one time and many of them refused any DNA testing.

Candice and Krista were as different as chalk and cheese in their appearance was different. One was fair and one was brown. But their character was similar. Both were hotheaded and haughty young girls.

Candice might not have inherited anything material from her father but she inherited the best of his DNA, blond and blue eyes. Candice by the age of fifteen, was five foot eleven, and had peaches and cream complexion.

Krista was ebony in complexion. Tall and slim like a bean pole. Apart from her skin tone, she had no hint of having an African American for a father. Like Candice, she didn’t know her father and he probably didn’t know she existed.

Candice looked down on Krista. If Candice was born two hundred years earlier, she would have nothing to do with her black nigger or Mulatto sister. Krista was tough and fought back and stood up to Candice’s taunting. She called Candice white trash. They were constantly bickering and there was not a moment of peace in the house. Alison was supposed to be home schooling them, but she couldn’t make them sit down for ten minutes to do any formal education.

“Come on girls, you need to learn your Math and your writing.”

“We don’t need to know stuff that we don’t need to know, we have our pretty faces and gorgeous bodies,” The girls said in unison.

The sister rivalry was so great that they were fighting over everything, from doing chores to getting the freebies sponsoring companies sent them.

“You stole my lipstick!”

“You stole my eye shadow!”

“This top suits me better, I am taking it.”

“It’s not fair! You are always taking the best stuff!”

On and on, the girls fought like tooth and nail over the slightest thing.

Alison complained, “You girls are sending me to an early grave.”

Alison was just talk and no action. The girls didn’t care a hoot about her incessant scolding.

“Mum, shut up, without us, you are nothing! You have nothing.”

Alison resigned herself to her gin and tonic to drown the stress of mother hood to two troublesome teenagers. They were two impossible prima donnas that fate had given her. What they said were true, she depended on them.

It was an open secret that models were into drugs. Alison exposed Candice and Krista to alcohol and the P or methamphetamine drug. It used to be the drug used by anyone regardless of class, race, occupation or social standing.

Alison saw herself as an intrepid business woman and took Candice and Krista to parties to meet sponsors, photographers, magazine editors, reporters and television celebrities. To Alison, it was a public relations exercise, and the more exposure there was, the better it was for Candice and Krista. At those parties, drug and alcohol were freely available. Nobody bet an eye when Candice and Krista helped themselves to the drugs and booze. They ordered sophisticated cocktail drinks like Bloody Mary, Screw driver and spirits like vodka, whiskey, or tequila. They saw it as a social thing. Nobody was an addict, nobody was an alcoholic.

People in the entertainment scene were talking behind Alison’s back that she was the mother hen or mamasan pimping her Lorita girls. Their modeling was just a masquerade for child prostitution.

Candice was earning big bucks from her jobs. She was also getting involved with the seedy people associated with modeling. The P drug was losing its allure with the middle class, but the young were still using the drug.

While Candice inherited the tall DNA from her dad, she unfortunately inherited the fat DNA from her mum. At fifteen, Candice entered the world of bulimia and anorexia. She felt that her hips were putting on fat and she was getting fat. The P sustained her, and she didn't feel the need to eat. Most of the time, she would eat a salad without any dressing like mayonnaise or French dressing. Then she would have a pig out and order Pizza Hut pizza and chicken and eat a whole litre of Häagen-Dazs Ice Cream. After that she would make herself sick in the bathroom. She used more and more drugs and she was looking like a walking skeleton.

Candice met Ross, a wannabe photographer. He promised to make a port folio that would propel her to the cat walks of Milan and Paris. Ross was in the apartment so much that one could be forgiven if they thought that Alison had a son.

One day, she found Ross in bed with Candice. They had not bothered to shut the door because they thought Alison and Krista were away for a few days.

“Candice, Ross is just a useless bum milking off your earnings.”

“You are a pot, calling the kettle black, What about all the boyfriends you have?”

“Candice, he is no good for you, he has no stability.”

“Shut up! And mind your own business.”

“Take a lot in the mirror! Your bingeing is driving your sponsors away. They only want Krista and it is only because of me that you are still getting jobs.”

Alison tried to persuade Candice to stop using P and to eat properly.

Candice shouted,\" It was you who introduced me to P, and it was you who gave me the fat genes.\"

In a huff, Candice moved out of Alison's apartment with Ross. They moved in with another model. There she had the freedom of more P and less eating. Unfortunately, it also meant that she didn't have Alison to help her get jobs. Meanwhile Krista was becoming a well sort for model.

She didn't care, with her new found freedom, like a gaggle of scantily-clad barely eighteen blond friends, they would go pub-crawling, become binge drinkers and go with who ever who promise them P when they left the pub. They were known to be the promiscuous teeny-boppers. They were using P so much that they had become addicted before they knew it, or owned up to this fact.

Ross left because he didn’t want to share his girlfriend with every Tom, Dick and Harry. In retaliation, Candice told everyone that she had kicked him out because he was sponging on her.

To feed her habit, she became a receiver of stolen goods and a stored the P that her flat-mate’s boyfriend had been cooking in his P lab. One morning, while she was still doped with P from the party the night before, there was a knock on the door. In her dopey state of mind, she opened her front door.

It was the police investigating reports of stolen lap tops, VCD players, digital cameras and expensive Rolex watches. The police searched the apartment, and turn everything upside down. They found many items of stolen properties and canisters of P hidden under the beds.

The police arrested Candice, her flat-mate and her boyfriend. They found that she was addicted to P. Because she was just a minor, she was ordered to go for rehabilitation before she could go to court.

It was sensational as she was once upon a time, a very promising child model. It was tragic that P had led her to a path of ruin. It was a very high profile case. Many women groups accused Alison for “sexing up” her girls at a very young age through clothes, toys, make-up and modeling. Alison was very much at fault and should go to prison herself. Drug addiction.

Candice grew up as a beautiful child model. So was her younger sister Krista, three years her junior. Her mum Alison was an agent for models and she sent them to the best modeling school. Alison got a famous photographer for their photo shoot. She marketed them so well that she got them the best jobs. Candice and Krista wowed their audience whenever they walked the cat walk.

Alison had a string of lovers. She just wanted a fun time with absolutely no commitment at all. Candice and Krista never knew who their dads were. Alison was well off enough to support her girls and too proud to ask her lovers for maintenance. The other trouble was she had multiple lovers at one time and many of them refused any DNA testing.

Candice and Krista were as different as chalk and cheese in their appearance was different. One was fair and one was brown. But their character was similar. Both were hotheaded and haughty young girls.

Candice might not have inherited anything material from her father but she inherited the best of his DNA, blond and blue eyes. Candice by the age of fifteen, was five foot eleven, and had peaches and cream complexion.

Krista was ebony in complexion. Tall and slim like a bean pole. Apart from her skin tone, she had no hint of having an African American for a father. Like Candice, she didn’t know her father and he probably didn’t know she existed.

Candice looked down on Krista. If Candice was born two hundred years earlier, she would have nothing to do with her black nigger or Mulatto sister. Krista was tough and fought back and stood up to Candice’s taunting. She called Candice white trash. They were constantly bickering and there was not a moment of peace in the house. Alison was supposed to be home schooling them, but she couldn’t make them sit down for ten minutes to do any formal education.

“Come on girls, you need to learn your Math and your writing.”

“We don’t need to know stuff that we don’t need to know, we have our pretty faces and gorgeous bodies,” The girls said in unison.

The sister rivalry was so great that they were fighting over everything, from doing chores to getting the freebies sponsoring companies sent them.

“You stole my lipstick!”

“You stole my eye shadow!”

“This top suits me better, I am taking it.”

“It’s not fair! You are always taking the best stuff!”

On and on, the girls fought like tooth and nail over the slightest thing.

Alison complained, “You girls are sending me to an early grave.”

Alison was just talk and no action. The girls didn’t care a hoot about her incessant scolding.

“Mum, shut up, without us, you are nothing! You have nothing.”

Alison resigned herself to her gin and tonic to drown the stress of mother hood to two troublesome teenagers. They were two impossible prima donnas that fate had given her. What they said were true, she depended on them.

It was an open secret that models were into drugs. Alison exposed Candice and Krista to alcohol and the P or methamphetamine drug. It used to be the drug used by anyone regardless of class, race, occupation or social standing.

Alison saw herself as an intrepid business woman and took Candice and Krista to parties to meet sponsors, photographers, magazine editors, reporters and television celebrities. To Alison, it was a public relations exercise, and the more exposure there was, the better it was for Candice and Krista. At those parties, drug and alcohol were freely available. Nobody bet an eye when Candice and Krista helped themselves to the drugs and booze. They ordered sophisticated cocktail drinks like Bloody Mary, Screw driver and spirits like vodka, whiskey, or tequila. They saw it as a social thing. Nobody was an addict, nobody was an alcoholic.

People in the entertainment scene were talking behind Alison’s back that she was the mother hen or mamasan pimping her Lorita girls. Their modeling was just a masquerade for child prostitution.

Candice was earning big bucks from her jobs. She was also getting involved with the seedy people associated with modeling. The P drug was losing its allure with the middle class, but the young were still using the drug.

While Candice inherited the tall DNA from her dad, she unfortunately inherited the fat DNA from her mum. At fifteen, Candice entered the world of bulimia and anorexia. She felt that her hips were putting on fat and she was getting fat. The P sustained her, and she didn't feel the need to eat. Most of the time, she would eat a salad without any dressing like mayonnaise or French dressing. Then she would have a pig out and order Pizza Hut pizza and chicken and eat a whole litre of Häagen-Dazs Ice Cream. After that she would make herself sick in the bathroom. She used more and more drugs and she was looking like a walking skeleton.

Candice met Ross, a wannabe photographer. He promised to make a port folio that would propel her to the cat walks of Milan and Paris. Ross was in the apartment so much that one could be forgiven if they thought that Alison had a son.

One day, she found Ross in bed with Candice. They had not bothered to shut the door because they thought Alison and Krista were away for a few days.

“Candice, Ross is just a useless bum milking off your earnings.”

“You are a pot, calling the kettle black, What about all the boyfriends you have?”

“Candice, he is no good for you, he has no stability.”

“Shut up! And mind your own business.”

“Take a lot in the mirror! Your bingeing is driving your sponsors away. They only want Krista and it is only because of me that you are still getting jobs.”

Alison tried to persuade Candice to stop using P and to eat properly.

Candice shouted,\" It was you who introduced me to P, and it was you who gave me the fat genes.\"

In a huff, Candice moved out of Alison's apartment with Ross. They moved in with another model. There she had the freedom of more P and less eating. Unfortunately, it also meant that she didn't have Alison to help her get jobs. Meanwhile Krista was becoming a well sort for model.

She didn't care, with her new found freedom, like a gaggle of scantily-clad barely eighteen blond friends, they would go pub-crawling, become binge drinkers and go with who ever who promise them P when they left the pub. They were known to be the promiscuous teeny-boppers. They were using P so much that they had become addicted before they knew it, or owned up to this fact.

Ross left because he didn’t want to share his girlfriend with every Tom, Dick and Harry. In retaliation, Candice told everyone that she had kicked him out because he was sponging on her.

To feed her habit, she became a receiver of stolen goods and a stored the P that her flat-mate’s boyfriend had been cooking in his P lab. One morning, while she was still doped with P from the party the night before, there was a knock on the door. In her dopey state of mind, she opened her front door.

It was the police investigating reports of stolen lap tops, VCD players, digital cameras and expensive Rolex watches. The police searched the apartment, and turn everything upside down. They found many items of stolen properties and canisters of P hidden under the beds.

The police arrested Candice, her flat-mate and her boyfriend. They found that she was addicted to P. Because she was just a minor, she was ordered to go for rehabilitation before she could go to court.

It was sensational as she was once upon a time, a very promising child model. It was tragic that P had led her to a path of ruin. It was a very high profile case. Many women groups accused Alison for “sexing up” her girls at a very young age through clothes, toys, make-up and modeling. Alison was very much at fault and should go to prison herself. Drug addiction.

Candice grew up as a beautiful child model. So was her younger sister Krista, three years her junior. Her mum Alison was an agent for models and she sent them to the best modeling school. Alison got a famous photographer for their photo shoot. She marketed them so well that she got them the best jobs. Candice and Krista wowed their audience whenever they walked the cat walk.

Alison had a string of lovers. She just wanted a fun time with absolutely no commitment at all. Candice and Krista never knew who their dads were. Alison was well off enough to support her girls and too proud to ask her lovers for maintenance. The other trouble was she had multiple lovers at one time and many of them refused any DNA testing.

Candice and Krista were as different as chalk and cheese in their appearance was different. One was fair and one was brown. But their character was similar. Both were hotheaded and haughty young girls.

Candice might not have inherited anything material from her father but she inherited the best of his DNA, blond and blue eyes. Candice by the age of fifteen, was five foot eleven, and had peaches and cream complexion.

Krista was ebony in complexion. Tall and slim like a bean pole. Apart from her skin tone, she had no hint of having an African American for a father. Like Candice, she didn’t know her father and he probably didn’t know she existed.

Candice looked down on Krista. If Candice was born two hundred years earlier, she would have nothing to do with her black nigger or Mulatto sister. Krista was tough and fought back and stood up to Candice’s taunting. She called Candice white trash. They were constantly bickering and there was not a moment of peace in the house. Alison was supposed to be home schooling them, but she couldn’t make them sit down for ten minutes to do any formal education.

“Come on girls, you need to learn your Math and your writing.”

“We don’t need to know stuff that we don’t need to know, we have our pretty faces and gorgeous bodies,” The girls said in unison.

The sister rivalry was so great that they were fighting over everything, from doing chores to getting the freebies sponsoring companies sent them.

“You stole my lipstick!”

“You stole my eye shadow!”

“This top suits me better, I am taking it.”

“It’s not fair! You are always taking the best stuff!”

On and on, the girls fought like tooth and nail over the slightest thing.

Alison complained, “You girls are sending me to an early grave.”

Alison was just talk and no action. The girls didn’t care a hoot about her incessant scolding.

“Mum, shut up, without us, you are nothing! You have nothing.”

Alison resigned herself to her gin and tonic to drown the stress of mother hood to two troublesome teenagers. They were two impossible prima donnas that fate had given her. What they said were true, she depended on them.

It was an open secret that models were into drugs. Alison exposed Candice and Krista to alcohol and the P or methamphetamine drug. It used to be the drug used by anyone regardless of class, race, occupation or social standing.

Alison saw herself as an intrepid business woman and took Candice and Krista to parties to meet sponsors, photographers, magazine editors, reporters and television celebrities. To Alison, it was a public relations exercise, and the more exposure there was, the better it was for Candice and Krista. At those parties, drug and alcohol were freely available. Nobody bet an eye when Candice and Krista helped themselves to the drugs and booze. They ordered sophisticated cocktail drinks like Bloody Mary, Screw driver and spirits like vodka, whiskey, or tequila. They saw it as a social thing. Nobody was an addict, nobody was an alcoholic.

People in the entertainment scene were talking behind Alison’s back that she was the mother hen or mamasan pimping her Lorita girls. Their modeling was just a masquerade for child prostitution.

Candice was earning big bucks from her jobs. She was also getting involved with the seedy people associated with modeling. The P drug was losing its allure with the middle class, but the young were still using the drug.

While Candice inherited the tall DNA from her dad, she unfortunately inherited the fat DNA from her mum. At fifteen, Candice entered the world of bulimia and anorexia. She felt that her hips were putting on fat and she was getting fat. The P sustained her, and she didn't feel the need to eat. Most of the time, she would eat a salad without any dressing like mayonnaise or French dressing. Then she would have a pig out and order Pizza Hut pizza and chicken and eat a whole litre of Häagen-Dazs Ice Cream. After that she would make herself sick in the bathroom. She used more and more drugs and she was looking like a walking skeleton.

Candice met Ross, a wannabe photographer. He promised to make a port folio that would propel her to the cat walks of Milan and Paris. Ross was in the apartment so much that one could be forgiven if they thought that Alison had a son.

One day, she found Ross in bed with Candice. They had not bothered to shut the door because they thought Alison and Krista were away for a few days.

“Candice, Ross is just a useless bum milking off your earnings.”

“You are a pot, calling the kettle black, What about all the boyfriends you have?”

“Candice, he is no good for you, he has no stability.”

“Shut up! And mind your own business.”

“Take a lot in the mirror! Your bingeing is driving your sponsors away. They only want Krista and it is only because of me that you are still getting jobs.”

Alison tried to persuade Candice to stop using P and to eat properly.

Candice shouted,\" It was you who introduced me to P, and it was you who gave me the fat genes.\"

In a huff, Candice moved out of Alison's apartment with Ross. They moved in with another model. There she had the freedom of more P and less eating. Unfortunately, it also meant that she didn't have Alison to help her get jobs. Meanwhile Krista was becoming a well sort for model.

She didn't care, with her new found freedom, like a gaggle of scantily-clad barely eighteen blond friends, they would go pub-crawling, become binge drinkers and go with who ever who promise them P when they left the pub. They were known to be the promiscuous teeny-boppers. They were using P so much that they had become addicted before they knew it, or owned up to this fact.

Ross left because he didn’t want to share his girlfriend with every Tom, Dick and Harry. In retaliation, Candice told everyone that she had kicked him out because he was sponging on her.

To feed her habit, she became a receiver of stolen goods and a stored the P that her flat-mate’s boyfriend had been cooking in his P lab. One morning, while she was still doped with P from the party the night before, there was a knock on the door. In her dopey state of mind, she opened her front door.

It was the police investigating reports of stolen lap tops, VCD players, digital cameras and expensive Rolex watches. The police searched the apartment, and turn everything upside down. They found many items of stolen properties and canisters of P hidden under the beds.

The police arrested Candice, her flat-mate and her boyfriend. They found that she was addicted to P. Because she was just a minor, she was ordered to go for rehabilitation before she could go to court.

It was sensational as she was once upon a time, a very promising child model. It was tragic that P had led her to a path of ruin. It was a very high profile case. Many women groups accused Alison for “sexing up” her girls at a very young age through clothes, toys, make-up and modeling. Alison was very much at fault and should go to prison herself.


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