Never thought I would ever write stories. I think it was the texting that got me started. Before that, I would talk forever on my cell phone and it was mostly lies. I have a couple of degrees in things I have absolutely no interest in at all. My daddy paid for everything and gave me an allowance that my brother never got at all. Of course, I was super nice to my daddy so I figured I earned it in a way I would rather not discuss. My first real job was as a pole dancer in a place that would not allow customers to touch the girls, but we had to be stone cold naked every minute we were on duty. I made a lot of money there on busy Friday and Saturday nights and made a lot of female friends that showed me you don't need a man to have an orgasm. I almost got married once up in Las Vegas, but I came to my senses and hooked up with a guy that took me on a tour of Italy providing I gave him what he wanted after the bedroom door was closed. I sort of fell in love with his mother because she was the sort of person that would make you feel good even when you knew you were a complete slut. I live now with his mother in South Beach, Florida and we stay pretty much to ourselves just to avoid trouble. I guess I tend to be fairly submissive in real life but I pretend to be just the opposite in most of my stories. Everything above is my original profile for Diane. Diane is in the brain of Harry Lime as a younger female edition of himself as seen through the eyes of a Las Vegas showgirl. She is a very sexual person and loves to show off her body to men but hesitates to consummate any relationship. She lives now in Henderson, Nevada and is alone with her two dogs and a live-in maid that tends her sexual urges. Sometimes her sidekick Margaret visits from Florida. Margaret always wanted to be Diane and physically they were much alike. Diane is a person but is not the writer of these stories. Her spirit lives inside of Harry's mind like the other 17 pen names in his account.
