![]() ![]() ![]() Abigail Vandervoort was born a minute and a half on the heels of her twin brother Maysin, a rosy-cheeked, towheaded cherub of a child that, like all good things, would eventually be lost to pollution and pop culture. Her parents weren't bad people but they weren't good people and they raised Abigail and her brother to be adequate representations of such. They paid just enough attention to their two children to know they were attending school, completing their extracurricular obligations and were popular and well-liked in their small community. Perhaps it was by choice that they avoided another, more cleverly concealed but no less undeniable truth: the highly dependent bond the two had culvitated seemingly since before their birth. Their co-dependence could have been classified as toxic and detrimental to their developement had it been properly identified and dealt with. But her parents, being the not bad but not good people that they were, ignored what manifested right before their eyes, retreated further and further into their growing indifference and away from their children and from each other. They were divorced by the time Maysin left home for points unknown and Abigail went off to college, bitter and dejected at the loss of her twin. Life away from the sweltering cesspool of her Tucson adolensence triggered an evolution. College was a time for self-discovery, experimentation and rebellion and Abigail excelled at all three. The same could not be said for her academic pursuits. She was quickly expelled from a small liberal arts college by the beginning of her sophomore year. Still, she was a resourceful sort. Years of parental neglect had served her well in caring and fending for herself. She was no longer that rosy-cheeked, towheaded cherub of a child either but a woman, full in the way a woman should be and rich with the knowledge to know how these attributes best served her. She wasn't homeless for long. An old acquintance from college suggested she might try escorting to support herself and with few other options that appealed to her in the way of flexibility and financial freedom, Abi took up her offer to move to New York City to do just that. Fleeing the midwest, she began a new life for herself in the Big Apple as an escort. The move cross country threw open the doors of opportunity and having always been an opportunistic sort, Abigail began to fashion a life for herself that was far and away from that of her adolescence. She began to associate with struggling artists and hedge fund managers alike and through these connections brokered her own brand of success. Escorting was hardly any little girls dream job but it afforded her a steady source of income, a flexible schedule and the sort of lifestyle to which she quickly became accustomed. Before long, she was, by societal standards, a 'kept woman'. Her patron, a wealthy art scion with a cold fish for a wife, paid her way through several courses at NYU, allowed her to stay in his UES loft when he was away and even sent money home to her mother. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement that suited them both but no extravagant lifestyle is without its volatile fault lines. Insecurities beget jealousy and Abigail ended the nearly three year arrangement, moved out of the loft and into a small apartment in New Dorp. She was just 23. But it would not be as clean a break as she'd hoped. An already volatile man, her former sugar daddy became possessive and obsessive. He hired a private investigator to follow her to and from her classes, to uncover her real name (she'd introduced herself to him and lived as Ani Lange), even to obtain her mother and father's home addresses. He pulled his funding of her courses at NYU, sent incriminating photos to at least two of her employers and had her name splashed across every Back Page ad in New York by the time she turned 24. Legal measures were out of the question given her unique occupation and so Abi made the decision to leave New York all together. To cultivate a new life and a new identity for herself somewhere new. And while escorting was still a viable option in a different city, she began to wonder if it was really a career she wanted to stick with. The decision to move to Austin, Texas was a spur-of-the-moment decision. One that she hasn't regretted so far. Abi lives a quiet, solitary life in a small but pricey loft apartment near a college campus. She pays her rent in cash, works a nondescript job as a sales clerk in a local bookstore and keeps few friends.
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