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11/4/04

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I chat with Jordan Taylor (18 years old and three months) inside World Modeling. We sit on the couch. She says she grew up in foster homes in Southern California.

I would've adopted her and been her kindly "uncle Duke."

She's going to three colleges simultaneously. She's studying massage therapy, sports medicine and business.

Jordan was in a bad car accident last week. Her back aches. She first injured her lower back in a bad surfing accident in 2002.

Duke: "What motivated you to get into this industry?"

Jordan: "Look at it. It's good."

Jordan says her first scene was with that guy over there -- Mac Turner. "He helped me get through."

This girl is so beautiful. Stunning blonde hair and compelling eyes and an 18-year old body. She has natural D-cup breasts. They started in fourth grade. She was a DD but had a reduction earlier this year when she had a lump removed from her breast and "decided to take some of my boobs out while they were in there."

The surgery was free for Jordan thanks to MediCal.

Duke: "Does it hurt your back carrying around that load?"

Jordan: "Yeah."

She worked as a nursing assistant but that hurt her back. All the lifting of patients.

Due to her back problems, she can't do doggie.

Duke: "What's your career goal?"

Jordan: "I have a few of them. Educationwise, I want to combine [massage therapy, sports medicine and business]. I want to open my own salon."

Duke: "Which book has most influenced your life?"

Jordan: "Playboy magazine. Hustler magazine."

Jordan does not do interracial. She says she doesn't watch movies.

Duke: "Do people treat you differently when your hair is blonde?"

Jordan: "Yeah. They think I'm a stupid dumb blonde."

Jordan says her high schools were filled with "beaners."

Duke: "How do you think California should deal with illegal immigrants?"

Jordan: "Throw them out."

Duke: "How many children do you want to have?"

Jordan: "None. Because the [ten tattooed] stars on my waist will turn into shooting stars [from stretch marks]."

Layla and Jordan grab Jim South's ass as he walks by.

12/14/04

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I sit next to Jordan Taylor at the Penthouse talent call in Woodland Hills and compose out loud what she should be saying to me: "Luke, you captured the real me as only you could. Nobody else has been able to reach so deep inside of me and reveal to the world my inner qualities. I appreciate the tender and sensitive way you spoke to me. No man has ever spoken to me like that before."

She cracks up, even though she's been sick for a week. She says she threw up seven times today. She's had two car accidents in the past few months and her latest car has broken down.

Jordan goes to three different colleges. She's skipped a few finals, including at her animal college and her massage school and "stupid math sh--. How is that going to help my future?"

She giggles.

I look her in the eyes and (she's wearing a low cut top over bulging breasts) and ask her if those are real.

Jordan: "What? My titties?"

Luke: "No. Your eyes."

She giggles. "They're both real."

Luke: "When did they sprout?"

She giggles. "How old are you when you are in fourth grade? I had a B cup. I never remember them being any smaller. They were an E until I got a reduction. Remember I told you last time?"

Jordan refers to her phone color with a derogatory ethnic reference about people who come from south of the Rio Grande that I am not allowed to publish.

She likes to joke that she's pregnant with Jim South's baby, and Jim Jr's and his brother Dallas's.

Luke: "I treat you like a flower."

Jordan: "Are you going to pick my petals off?"

Luke: "Good response."

Jordan: "You love it."

Jordan hates my little tape recorder. She wants me to turn it off and talk to her like a normal human being. But I am not normal. I am reporting machine. The First Amendment drives me. The people have the right to know that Jordan was with but one guy before she entered the industry. Her other five lovers were all on camera. Porn sex is not the same as, nor as satisfying, as real sex, she says.

Luke: "How has that affected you having sex with five guys you did not know?"

Jordan: "It's a job. It's not like it is really great and pleasurable. They don't do too much to the girl that makes her stimulated."

Waiting For Jordan Taylor

At the Penthouse casting call Tuesday, I thought to myself, and here I am going to translate my thoughts into a more lofty expression than what they really were (to coddle the delicate sensitivities of my readers), "I would give anything to be with Jordan."

In my mind, I imagined Jordan said back, "You will only have me in the graveyard."

Now, looking back with the wisdom that comes from living six more days, I realize that what she meant was that I would never have her. But in my naivete, I thought she meant that I should wait for her in the veterans' cemetery in Westwood.

Each night for the past five nights, I've waited there for her. And guess what? She never came.

But my time was not wasted. As I gazed up at the stars and analyzed my longings, I realized that what I truly seek is not so much Jordan's 18-year old curves, but a much loftier constellation of worthy values, a sturdy moral code to live my life by and be a blessing to others.