To clarify:
The little head had absolutely taken over the thinking duties. And an explicit detail of services to be rendered had been discussed. The 800 was given over a period of 2 weeks due to either she or I not being able to keep appointments, with each additional 'deposit' garnering more promises of the ecstasy to follow. The real clincher was her toddler crying in the background and her telling me he was ill and she needed funds to buy medicine. Now that's a lowlife for a Mom to use her kid as an excuse to rip somebody off. When he gets a little older and she is past her prime, maybe she can stand at the intersections with the kid holding a sign saying 'Mommy needs a little help." lol
And finally, my pride was hurt more than my wallet.