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Scott Link June 19, 2019 Page 3 PF confided to him that she had never even had a boyfriend. He told her everything would fall into place, “just keep doing what you are doing, work hard and stay focused.” She told Mr. Epstein that she preferred to abstain from sex until she was married. The first time HE asked her for a massage was to help with an ache in his shoulder. thought it was an innocent request. He said his masseuse had failed to get a kink out of his shoulder. He gave her a large purple massager for her to use to take the knot out of his back. Mr. Epstein told her she was an excellent masseuse and she was pleased to be able to ease his pain. When the massage ended, Mr. Epstein pulled two hundred dollars from his wallet and handed it to her. He said, “I was going to give it to the masseuse anyway, so you take it and pay for your car service or something.” Mr. Epstein began calling her every day, no matter where she was in the world. He told her he loved her. He became a vital part of a as her parents remained distant. He invited her to stay at one of his apartments close to him on the Upper East Side. Her arduous work schedule, starting with 6:00 a.m. call times and shows running late into the night were exhausting. Epstein’s daily check-up calls and pep talks gave her strength to survive her grinding schedule. When in Paris, Mr. Epstein allowed her to stay at his home with her sister and arranged for a night out at a concert with Naomi Campbell. It appeared to a ih: Mr. Epstein’s thoughts were focused on her career, future and good fortune. The first time the purple massage tool found its way between her legs, a 01d him to stop, but Mr. Epstein pushed the head of the massager firmly against her and forced her legs apart. She felt ashamed and embarrassed. The massages became a ritual and were always accompanied with sexual abuse and a two-hundred dollar payment at the end. Mr. Epstein approached her as if he was her mentor and teacher, teaching her about sexuality, opening her eyes. She experienced immense orgasms, and then shame and fear. She felt claustrophobia as she stared up into Mr. Epstein’s church-like ceiling of the massage parlor while he fondled her. She felt she couldn’t escape her position, and that this was the way it had to be because this powerful man orchestrated it. At the end of each massage he would make himself ejaculate by demanding she pay vigorous attention to his nipples with her fingers and he would tell her what a good girl she was, that he loved her and would call her later, which made everything seem better. Then he would open his wallet filled with hundred dollar bills and give her a couple, which she accepted as pocket money, never thinking twice about it. HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_010562