Hungry girl

Her method of weight control was liposuction. Anna's faith in her sex appeal never wavered. In the same way a golfer might practice his swing, the model would throw off her shirt and strike a pose. She flopped her breasts down over the piano. She cradled them in her arms like fat chickens. As she lolled topless on a horse, Aunt Elaine snapped pictures while Uncle Melvin held the reins and stared at the ground. Anna's breasts became larger and harder, the nipples moving from here to there. They were more pleasing to the eye than to the touch, said Sandi, but Anna felt she owed everything to her breasts, and everyone in the house was expected to pay their respects.

One evening in December 1993, Sandi and Anna were lying in bed when Anna rolled over and said, "Why don't you get my face tattooed on your back?" OK, said Sandi. And she marched off to do it.

"How big is it?" Anna asked from New York.

Big, said Sandi -- takes up the whole shoulder.

"Shoulder!" said Anna. "I wanted your whole back. Go do it again."

Sandi stood firm for once. The tattoo hurt. But Anna really wanted a human billboard, and she turned to her blood relations, who proved reliable. An Aunt Kay took Anna on the back, and a niece got branded on the ankle.

Anna was thrilled. Tattoos were no asset for a model, but she couldn't help herself. On February 27, 1994, according to Sandi's diary, Anna, too, drove up to a small Houston strip mall and walked into Bubba's Skin Pin Studio. Sandi stood over Bubba as he worked his craft upon Anna Nicole's shaved pudendum. He recorded there a symbol that might be mistaken for a dollar sign -- an S with a line descending from the lower loop, forming the initials SP. Then, beside a likeness of two cherries, he slowly etched the words "Pawpaw's heart."

Sandi tried to satisfy Anna with foot rubs, but it was hard to compete with Pawpaw. Anna said no one was as good to her as the old man. After rolling him into a New York jeweler, she once walked out looking $2 million better. Sandi recalls the Christmas that a truck came to the ranch from Neiman Marcus and Anna pointed to what she wanted as models displayed the merchandise.

As a suitor, Howard had the drawback of wanting to visit. Sandi and Anna would be lolling in bed when the phone would ring and the answering machine would pick up: "Precious?" came the rasp. "This is your man."

Anna would roll over then. Days would go by before she returned his calls. When the messages became more insistent ("if there's someone else, you need to tell me"), she'd pick up the telephone and pacify him with baby talk. Usually she could fend the old man off. Sometimes he could not be denied.

The driver would wheel Howard into the house; Anna would roll him into the bedroom. After what seemed a long time, the door would open, and Anna would say with a sour face: "I don't want to talk about it. Get me a beer."

Coming and going, Howard and Sandi usually exchanged happy greetings. He thought she was Anna's friend and once even paid her way to Bali when he and Anna went on vacation there. Sandi, for her part, was never jealous of him. Anna had been rejecting his marriage proposals for years. It seemed to Sandi that Anna didn't take Howard's proposals seriously until he began getting sick.

Shortly after she was tattooed, Anna turned to Sandi and asked, What do you think I should do?

Sandi did not have to do the math. "I'll never be able to support you like Howard can," she conceded. Anna was just glad Sandi was so reasonable about it. But maybe they could work something out. Would Sandi be interested in posing as the maid? No, said Sandi, she would not be Anna's "damn maid."

The wedding, on June 27, 1994, was a legendary affair at the White Dove Wedding Chapel in Houston. The old man arrived at the altar without a prenuptial agreement, and Anna trod over white rosebuds to get to him. When she announced that important modeling business would preclude their wedding night, Howard wept. Don't be sad, Anna reportedly said. "You know it's you I love." And she hurried away with her bodyguard, who would later claim he was ravished.

"I just had them lifted up a little," Anna told Sandi the last time she saw her. It was about four months after the wedding, and Anna had just gone in for another boob job. Sandi nursed Anna until she began eating again and taking her pills. She took the stitches out around the nipples, and when Anna was healthy enough to begin ravishing her driver, Sandi announced through the bedroom door that she was going home.

"I can't believe you're leaving me when I need you most!" were the last words she heard.

Life, after the wedding, became more complicated for Anna. The old man turned out to have a son named Pierce who didn't share his father's affection for women like Anna. Shortly after the wedding, Pierce got the old man to surrender his power of attorney. Pierce cut off the $50,000-a-month allowance and posted armed guards between his father and his father's wife.