I left home at 18 because I had a modeling contract to fulfill. I thought I was so grown up but then, I wasn't nearly ready to be on my own. I met this handsome young man and I thought he was just the bee's knees and I didn't recognize the family name. Well, his father was one of the highest ranking mobsters in America and was actually in hiding from a Grand Jury so he wouldn't have to testify. I didn't learn until later that we were followed by the FBI everywhere we went and his phones were tapped. Even when I took him home to meet my parents, the local police were notified that he was coming to town. I was clueless for a while. They wanted to know where his father was and bad!

I finally figured it out and at that age, I thought it was glamorous and exciting but it got old and I dumped him. Surprised I wasn't found in a river with cement shoes on my feet.