Her name was Damara Megido, and she was never too good at love. Playing boys like fiddles and hopping from one bed to the next, she didn't need a long-time lover and never felt like settling down. Those who tried to win her heart were left as just another used up tool without a purpose in her life. Love and flushed feelings were a waste for her, and she used slutty simplicity and constant compliments to keep her going through her sweeps. Never had she thought that she would be caught in a web of lies as she was, though that web was her entire life. And some may ask what happened to her? Well, a sweet southern cowboy walked in the door.