conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Because I'm Worth It about Monterey, Chicago, California with the genre: Romance, Contemporary.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author worked as a model in Chicago, founded California Contemporaries in Monterey, and served as a military representative with the Monterey Peninsula before writing her first story. Her unique position allowed her to get to know and learn from a variety of individuals who would later influence her characters. She is now retired and lives on the top of a mountain in the Sierra Foothills with her husband and seven furry critters.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Because I'm Worth It
  Vanessa blew on her hands and then rubbed her cold, bare ears. "Can we go over to your house? I'm freezing my ass off. We'd better work on the film, too."
  Vanessa had been about to offer her services as a reader, but it didn't sound like Dan wanted any help. "Okay," she said coolly. "Call me if you need anything or whatever."
  Dan flipped his collar up again and lit another cigarette, experimenting with his new look. "Oh, wait. I wanted to ask you something. 'The Better Than Naked show.' That's what she said. Do you know if that's a band or something?"
  Better Than Naked was the antifashion fashion label that Vanessa's older sister, Ruby, blew all her gig money on. Most of their clothes looked like old thrift-store rags that had been run over by a fleet of street-cleaning machines, which was completely intentional. Very downtown "fuck the trends" fashion.
  Dan looked thoughtful as he puffed on his cigarette. "I think I'm gonna check it out." He wouldn't have cared if Rusty Klein had asked to meet him at a pro wrestling match. This was about building his writing career.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Rusty, Klein, Better, invited, thing, called, Naked.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Because I'm Worth It
  Vanessa blew on her hands and then rubbed her cold, bare ears. "Can we go over to your house? I'm freezing my ass off. We'd better work on the film, too. "
  Vanessa had been about to offer her services as a reader, but it didn't sound like Dan wanted any help. "Okay," she said coolly. "Call me if you need anything or whatever. "
  Dan flipped his collar up again and lit another cigarette, experimenting with his new look. "Oh, wait. I wanted to ask you something. Rusty Klein invited me to this thing called Better Than Naked. 'The Better Than Naked show. ' That's what she said. Do you know if that's a band or something?"
  Better Than Naked was the antifashion fashion label that Vanessa's older sister, Ruby, blew all her gig money on. Most of their clothes looked like old thrift-store rags that had been run over by a fleet of street-cleaning machines, which was completely intentional. Very downtown "fuck the trends" fashion. 
  Dan looked thoughtful as he puffed on his cigarette. "I think I'm gonna check it out. " He wouldn't have cared if Rusty Klein had asked to meet him at a pro wrestling match. This was about building his writing career.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Duke stood on the other side of Vanessa and pressed his tanned, angular cheek against her soft, pale one. He smelled like Coppertone. "Say salami!"
  Duke stayed close to Vanessa's side after the photographer left. "What hotel are you staying at?" he asked, assuming she was from LA, just like everyone else he knew.
  Vanessa unscrewed the cap on her bottle of Evian and took a swig. "Actually, I live here in New York, in Williamsburg, with my sister. She plays in a band."
  A frail older man wearing a purple velvet smoking jacket and round black glasses smiled up at her. "You're the film-maker, right?" he asked.
  The old man waggled a bony finger at her. "Don't take your gift too seriously," he said before wandering away.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about I'm.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Duke stood on the other side of Vanessa and pressed his tanned, angular cheek against her soft, pale one. He smelled like Coppertone. "Say salami!"
  Duke stayed close to Vanessa's side after the photographer left. "What hotel are you staying at?" he asked, assuming she was from LA, just like everyone else he knew. 
  Vanessa unscrewed the cap on her bottle of Evian and took a swig. "Actually, I live here in New York, in Williamsburg, with my sister. I'm still in high school. She plays in a band. "
  A frail older man wearing a purple velvet smoking jacket and round black glasses smiled up at her. "You're the film-maker, right?" he asked. 
  The old man waggled a bony finger at her. "Don't take your gift too seriously," he said before wandering away.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: As many bottles of Serena's Tears as you can scrape up. I know there's a waiting list, but I'm addicted!
  Will **S** become a vapid, redundant, celery-eating, supermodel? Will she ever stay with one guy for more than five minutes?