Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey (31 page)

Patty texted me that she couldn't stop
thinking about me, and that she knew she had been acting crazy last
year. She said Rocky's death really messed with her head, and her
anti-depressants were all off. She said now her medication was on
point, and she was doing much better. She said she wanted to come
spend her birthday with me again and see where things could go with
us.

I really was not interested at all in ever
seeing her again, so I just ignored her texts. Patty continued to
text me several times a day, and had a one-sided conversation with
me. Every evening she told me about her day, about work or going
grocery shopping and cooking, about a cut on her foot and her visit
to the emergency room, and so on and so forth. She acted like we
had an ongoing conversation, although I never wrote back.

Then she texted: "Guess what? I booked a
flight for tomorrow! I'll see u soon!"

That's when I finally wrote her back: "What?
No, u can't just show up here! I'm seeing someone!"

I lied. I really wasn't in a relationship
with anyone. My so-called relationship with Hussy was over at this
point, and I just had sex with a different girl every day, but I
wasn't going to tell Patty that. I really wasn't proud of being a
manwhore. I just kinda fell into that situation, because I really
liked and cared about all 4 of the girls I was seeing, but I wasn't
in a serious relationship with any of them.

When I first met Patty at my big house in
Pennsylvania, she had told me that pretty much every drug counselor
used to be an addict, who got clean and then decided to help other
addicts get their life back. Patty said she was the rare exception.
She had never been an addict. Some of her patients felt that made
her lack credibility. How could she possibly know what they were
going through, if she had never been an addict herself and walked a
mile in their shoes? Patty told me her reply to them was: "A doctor
doesn't have to be a diabetic to understand diabetes and help a
diabetic patient."

But after she had been acting so weird at my
condo in Florida during those two sex-crazed weeks, and after she
had been having a one sided text conversation with me a year later,
I was starting to wonder if Patty really did not have some sort of
substance abuse problem. She had told me that she takes Xanax to
help her sleep, and that she likes to drink red wine.

When she texted me that she had bought a
plane ticket and was coming to Florida uninvited, to spend her next
birthday with me, and I told her not to come because I was seeing
someone else, she totally lost it. She texted me over 40 messages
between midnight and 4 am. Most of them didn't even make sense. She
called me a snapping turtle. She said I lied to her. Apparently she
thought I was still dating Alice, even though I hadn't seen Alice
since she ran away from rehab in Rhinebeck, NY and I had moved to
Florida by myself.

Patty texted me that she was going to call
the cops on me for harboring a drug addict at my house. She said
she'd have me deported, because this is America and she's an
American but I'm only a guest here. She became totally unhinged and
sent one hateful text after another.

Apparently she was still just as crazy as
she had been a year earlier. I had the feeling she was drinking
wine that night and mixed it with Xanax, and now she was drunk
texting me this incoherent drivel. I texted her back that she was
nuts, and that I never wanted to hear from her again. Then I
blocked her number.

That didn't stop her. The next day, Patty
really did fly down to Fort Myers, and really did come to my condo.
She didn't knock on my door though. Or maybe she did while I wasn't
home. I don't know. But a day or two later, she posted pictures of
the outside of my condo on her Facebook page, as proof that she had
really come to see me. How fucking weirrrd is that? I was starting
to feel like I had an actual stalker.

I told Kayla the whole story with Patty. She
thought it was hilarious that Patty the counselor was supposed to
help other people get their shit together, but she was the biggest
train wreck of them all.

A few months went by. Kayla met this guy
Alex, and moved in with him. Meanwhile Hussy and I had started
talking again.

Hussy told me that she was really sorry
about all the lies she had told me in the past, and she felt really
bad about the way she treated me. After I had called the cops on
her for stealing my checks, she had not only handed me my laptop
and $600, but she had also given me 3 or 4 letters. She claimed she
had written them right after stealing my debit cards and checks.
They were love letters and a full confession. She said she wanted
to give me those letters before I found out on my own what she had
done, but then she didn't, because she was too scared.

In those love letters, Hussy wrote how bad
she felt about stealing from me, because I had treated her better
than anyone else had ever treated her, and she really enjoyed being
around me. She wrote that she had fallen in love with me. When I
read the letters, I figured she had not really written them in the
previous few weeks, before getting caught, but right after I
screamed at her on the phone, once I had found out that she robbed
me, and demanded that she bring me the laptop and my money back the
next day.

Now, after we finally started talking to
each other again a few months later, she said she had really meant
the things she wrote in those letters. And she said she felt so
stupid that she had still been living with Dick after meeting me.
She claimed she had grown up a lot over the past few months, and
realized that she did not want to be with a guy like Dick, who
treats her like shit. She wanted to be in a relationship with me,
because I had been so nice to her. She said, if I would give her
another chance, she would show me that she could be a great
girlfriend and make me happy.

I really didn't trust her, but I rrreally
liked having sex with her. She had her tubes tied, so she wasn't
worried about getting pregnant anymore. Actually she told me she
would love it if I could get her pregnant again somehow. She let me
cum inside of her every time. And she may not have been the
prettiest girl in the world, but she had the tightest pussy I had
ever felt. I'm not exactly small I guess, and I couldn't even get
inside of her, when I got on top of her. We usually had to start
having sex by her lying on top of me, and slowly, gently, easing
her way down onto my dick, inch by painful inch, until it was
finally completely inside of her after a few minutes.

I agreed to give her another chance, and she
started coming over every day again. The New York investor who had
bought the duplex she lived in had evicted her and Dick. Hussy said
that after that, she and Dick split up, and she and her kids moved
into a house near Sunshine Boulevard in Lehigh Acres. Her younger
sister, Ferrara, who used to live with Hussy's parents in Ocala,
came down to Lehigh Acres and moved in with Hussy.

Hussy had a teenage son who didn't live with
her. He was being raised by Hussy's mother in Ocala. And she had
two mixed boys with a black guy. She brought them over to meet me.
They looked so different, I had a feeling they had two different
black fathers. She got very offended by my question and told me her
black baby daddy had accused her of the same thing, and he had
beaten her many times because he believed that she had been
cheating on him and that the second black boy wasn't really his. I
figured he was probably right.

Her 4th kid was a little baby girl, Bonny.
Dick was Bonny's father. He was about 15 years older than Hussy,
and he started having sex with her when she was only 14. As I found
out later, he was a drug dealer who lived in a trailer with his
mother, in North Fort Myers, near Suncoast Park. He sold his
mother's pain pills to drug addicts in Suncoast.

The residents of Suncoast like to brag that
it's the largest trailer park in the world, according to the
Guinness Book of World Records. I'm not sure if that's really
something to brag about, but oh well, I guess people cherish life's
little victories wherever they may find them.

Dick had three children from a previous
relationship. His kids were much older than Hussy's kids. Dick had
a teenage boy, Little Dickey, and two older teenager daughters,
Summer and Lucy. Lucy was the oldest, and only 7 years younger than
her new stepmom, Hussy.

Hussy told me all sorts of horror stories
about Dick. She said he had not only raped and beaten her in front
of her children, but he also raped his much younger sister, Nicole,
ever since she was 4 years old. Hussy told me he had even raped his
younger brother Anthony repeatedly, until Anthony finally committed
suicide. Nicole had also tried to kill herself many times, because
of the near constant rape in her childhood. And Hussy had tried to
kill herself several times, too. Apparently good ole Saint Dick
spread his special Christmas cheer wherever he went.

I asked Hussy if Dick ever raped his teenage
daughters Summer and Lucy. Hussy said she didn't think so, but she
wasn't sure. Both of them were now drug addicts, just like Dick's
sister Nicole. Big surprise. What I went through with my abusive
father was pretty rough. But he never raped me. I can't even
imagine how badly that would have fucked me up. And if someone had
offered me some pills to make me forget my pain for a little while,
of course I would have taken them, and of course I'd be an addict
now, too.

A few months after the check debacle, Hussy
and I made up and we started seeing each other every day again.
After a few weeks I noticed that she always came over to my place,
but never invited me over to her new place near Sunshine Boulevard
in Lehigh. I thought that was odd. She said it was because her
sister Ferrara, who was now Hussy's roommate, didn't like to have
people come over to their house. I told her, if we're dating, then
I'm not just "people" and Ferrara really has no right to tell Hussy
that she can't have me come over. I started to get suspicious. My
spider senses were tingling.

I decided to hack Hussy and find out where
exactly she lived now. Then I drove by her house unannounced. I
figured, if I had done that months ago, when she still lived in my
rental duplex, I would have found out much sooner that she was
lying to me all day long, and her "ex" Dick was still living with
her, in one of my rental houses, rent free.

When I drove by Hussy's new place, she just
so happened to be sitting outside, on the stoop, smoking a
cigarette. I stopped in front of her driveway, and waved hello. I
was gonna pretend I just so happened to be driving by and found her
sitting there on the stoop by accident. Hey, it could happen,
right?

When she recognized my car and saw me wave
at her, her eyes got big. She was shocked: "Oh my God! You can't
just show up here like that! You gotta leave right now! Right now!
You can't be here!"

What the fuck?! Who acts like that, unless
they have something to hide? I drove away without saying a word.
Then I texted her: "What the hell is going on? Are u still living
with Dick? Or some other guy? Are u just playing me again?"

"No, I'm not!!! I'm not seeing anyone
else!!! But u can't just show up here like that. That totally
freaked me out," she texted back.

I didn't believe a word. I texted: "U know
what? Fuck u! I'm done with this bullshit. All u ever do is lie to
me. Ur never gonna change. I'm going to New York. I'm sick of
Florida for a while."

"No, please don't go! I need u. My rent is
due. I need ur help," she replied.

I wrote: "Fuck u and ur rent!"

But then I felt bad for her. Well, not so
much for her, really. I felt bad for her kids. I didn't want them
to end up homeless, just because their mother is a lying, cheating
piece of shit. The next day, before I headed to New York, I sent
her $400 by Western Union.

A few hours later she texted me. Not to say
thank you, but to pretend that she didn't have the money anymore.
She claimed somehow the money fell out of her back pocket. Now she
was still going to get kicked out, because she still couldn't pay
her rent. Of course I didn't believe her. I heard these kinds of
stories too many times by now. Hussy was just as bad, if not worse,
than Linda.

I told Hussy if she didn't tell me the truth
about what's really going on, I would find out for myself. She said
there was nothing going on and nothing to tell. So I found out
Ferrara's number and asked her what was up with her sister
Hussy.

Ferrara was shocked when I told her that
Hussy and I were supposedly dating. She told me that Hussy and Dick
were living together at the house near Sunshine Boulevard. In fact
Dick was in the living room, when I pulled up in front of the
house. That's why Hussy had freaked out like that. She didn't want
Dick and me to meet. Ferrara told me that her sister Hussy was a
horrible liar and a terrible person. When even your own sister
talks about you like that, you know you're a pretty shitty
person.

Then I called Hussy's mother in Ocala. I
introduced myself and asked her if she could tell me what the deal
is with Hussy. Her mother told me that Hussy was a terrible person
who made everyone around her miserable with her lies, and I should
run the other way and never look back. Wow.