I remember in the 80’s when I was an inexperienced girl of thirteen, I went to Palm Springs with my neighbor, who was a bit older, for Spring Break. We were picked up by some older men on the strip and we went off with them in their SUV. I started to get nervous, sensing that I was in over my head, so I started to talk without stopping for what must have been over four hours. It was very rant like, but I have no memory of what I said. I just remember everyone in the group commenting on the fact that I was talking and encouraging me to stop but I wouldn’t, even when my neighbor split off with one of the men and I was left alone with another who took his shirt off and lay down next to me - still I talked. Nothing happened with the man and I finally stopped talking once we left.