Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey (37 page)

Anyway, a few days after all that happened
with Morgan, my mother returned to Germany, and I wrote Kayla a
long letter in a tiny font on a postcard. I had stopped answering
her calls and letters about two months earlier. In my letter, I
told Kayla everything that had happened with Morgan. I figured she
would find out sooner or later anyway, and I felt like I owed her
an explanation and an apology.

To me, admitting when you do something wrong
is a sign of integrity. A sign of character. I try to be a good
person, but I'm not perfect, and I do fucked up shit sometimes, but
at least I fess up to it afterwards, apologize for it and ask for
forgiveness. I try to learn from my mistakes, and be a better
person going forward.

Once Kayla got my card, she called me and we
talked. She told me she understood how and why the stuff with
Morgan had happened, and that even though she was really hurt, she
still loved me and forgave me. She said since we really hadn't been
boyfriend and girlfriend before she was arrested for beating up her
boyfriend Alex, it wasn't fair to expect me to be faithful to her
while she was in jail for almost a year. She told me she still
wanted us to be together once she gets out. Her release date was
only another week or two away at this point.

We made plans for me to pick her up on the
day she got out of jail. But then just a day or two before her
release, she suddenly told me that she had changed her mind. She
said her dad, who lived out of state, had come to Fort Myers to
pick her up. She told me she hadn't seen her dad in forever, and he
was only in town for a short while, so it would be rude not to let
him pick her up.

She promised she would only spend a day or
two with him, and then I'd finally get to see her again in person,
and we would live happily ever after. The first thing she wanted to
do with me, after having lots of welcome home sex, was to take a
road trip to Titusville together, to visit her terminally ill
grandma one last time before she passed away.

When Kayla finally got out, she spent some
time with her dad. And she spent a night at her stepmom's house,
with her brothers. Then her dad ended up driving her to see her
dying grandma. After spending a day or two with her grandma in
Titusville, she took a Greyhound bus back to Fort Myers, and I
picked her up at the bus station. By the time I finally got to see
her, she had been out of jail for almost a week already.

I took her home and we had sex for the first
time in almost a year. She had spent Christmas in jail, so I gave
her a late Christmas present: an Android tablet. She was really
happy and played around with it in bed all night, installing apps
and updating her Facebook page.

The next day she asked me to drive her to
her stepmom's house again, because she hadn't seen her family in so
long.

For some reason, I got suspicious. When I
first met her over a year ago, she had told me that when she moved
from Sayville, NY to Florida, she stayed with her stepmom and her
brothers, Francis and Josh. She told me her dad and her stepmom had
a son together: Francis. Then her dad and her stepmom split up, and
her stepmom married someone else and had a son with him: Josh.

So technically Kayla and Josh were not
related by blood, but she still grew up with Francis and Josh as
her brothers. Josh was a drug addict too, and sold heroin. When
Kayla first moved from Sayville to Florida, and lived with her
stepmom, she was really badly on heroin. So bad, that she ended up
having sex with her brother Josh to get drugs from him. She was
actually dating her brother for a while.

When I first met her, and she told me that
story, I couldn't figure out if she was embarrassed about it, or
proud of being such a free-spirited, unconventional, crazy
girl.

Anyway, now that she was out of jail, and
wanted to go see her stepmom and brothers again, although she had
just been there a few days ealier, my instincts told me something
fishy was going on. So I hacked her Facebook page after I dropped
her off at her stepmom's house.

I found private messages between her and her
brother Josh. Ever since she got out of jail a week earlier, they
had been talking about very explicit sex letters she had written
him from jail a few months ago. Josh wrote how horny those letters
had made him, and Kayla wrote she couldn't wait to bend over and
feel Josh fuck her from behind.

And they also talked about how much they
enjoyed fucking each other and getting high together when she had
spent the night at her stepmom's house a few days ago, before I
finally got to see her after I had picked her up from the Greyhound
bus station. So the first person she fucked when she got out was
not me, her so-called boyfriend, but her brother. Awww, good old
family values.

When Kayla called me the next day to come
pick her up again, I told her to go fuck herself. She was baffled
and asked me why I was being so mean to her. I told her I wanted
nothing to do with her anymore, because I knew she had fucked her
brother. She called me crazy and paranoid, and denied everything.
So I texted her screenshots of her and Josh's private Facebook
messages to each other, where they explicitly talked about having
fucked each other while getting high together. She didn't have much
to say after that. She just gave me some bullshit about how she was
sorry that she didn't tell me sooner that she had a problem being
monogamous.

Honestly, I couldn't even really say
anything about her cheating on me, since I had been cheating on her
for months with Morgan. So it was not like I could sit on my high
horse and preach about morals and loyalty. But, seriously, your
brother? You're gonna fuck your own brother for drugs? That's just
sick. I'm pretty sure even Jerry Springer would have a little
problem with that.

I wasn't really hurt about her cheating on
me with her brother, because I didn't have deep feelings for her
after she had been gone for almost a year and I had been living
with Morgan. But I was insulted and disgusted. A few days later,
Kayla ended up moving back to her real mother in Sayville. We never
talked to each other again after that.

A few weeks earlier, Hussy had started
texting me again. She told me how sorry she was about everything
she had done to me, how ashamed she was of all her lies, and that
she had grown up a lot since the last time I saw her, and if I
could forgive her, maybe we could try it one more time. That all
sounded oddly familiar again.

I told her I had someone else living with
me, but Hussy and I kept in touch anyway.

Now that I was no longer seeing Morgan or
Kayla, I started hanging out with Hussy again. I know, I know, I
shouldn't have. I really didn't believe that she had changed, but I
really liked her unbelievably tight pussy, and we did have some
sort of emotional connection after having known each other for so
long, and having had sex hundreds of times.

I figured as long as I always keep my guard
up, and as long as I remember that I can't trust anything she says,
I can still enjoy having sex with her. I didn't want her to be my
girlfriend, but I liked that we were friends with benefits
again.

I was also seeing Haley again, because I
knew that no matter what Hussy said, she wasn't going to be
faithful to me anyway, so I had no reason not to see other people,
too.

After Hussy's landlord kicked her out of the
house near Sunshine Boulevard in Lehigh Acres, she had moved back
in with her so-called ex, Dick, the abusive child rapist who lived
in a trailer with his mom and sold pills to addicts in the Suncoast
Estates trailer park.

Hussy told me she hated Dick and really
wanted to get away from him, but she didn't know how, because she
had those two young boys and her baby girl, and her job at 711
simply didn't pay enough for her to get a place of her own. So she
was trapped at Dick's trailer, unless maybe I could help her get
her own place again.

Remember I mentioned earlier that Hussy had
been in a bad car accident as a teenager, and she had lost all her
teeth? One day she came over to my house without her dentures. She
said something about Dick taking them so she wouldn't be able to
leave the house, or something like that. I don't remember. Anyway,
here she was, with no teeth. I had known for a long time that she
wore dentures, but this was the first time I ever saw her without
her teeth. She looked like a 90 year old woman. Her lips caved
inwards and her voice sounded different. Her lower jaw sat much
higher when she closed her mouth, and her face looked shorter. It
was not a pretty sight. We had sex that day, like every other day,
and I got my first toothless blowjob. (Don't knock it, til you've
tried it.)

A few weeks later she told me she loved me,
and that she had always known she loved me, but was scared that
someone like me would never really be interested in someone like
her. But if I would have her, she would like to come live with me,
get married, have her tubes untied and have another baby with
me.

Since my condo in Bonita Springs was too
small for her three kids, she asked if we could move into one of my
bigger rental houses. She knew I used to own a beautiful 3000
square foot house with 4 bedrooms in Lehigh Acres.

But when I told her that I had sold my last
rental house in Florida a few weeks earlier, she asked if we could
rent a 4 bedroom house in Naples and move in together. We actually
went to look at a few different places, but I was hesitant to sign
a one-year-lease anywhere.

I really did care about Hussy. How could I
not? We had known each other for a long time now, and we had been
through a lot together. And I knew that she didn't lie all the time
because she was really a bad person. She was just really fucked up
in the head, because of all the things she had been through in her
life. Deep down she really was trying to be a good mother and a
good woman. Lying was just the only way she knew how to survive in
a cruel world.

But I really didn't trust her at all at this
point, because she had lied to me so many times. I didn't want to
put a lease in my name and be on the hook for a year, and then she
was gonna pull some shady shit behind my back again and she'd end
up living with Dick in a house where I pay the rent. No thank
you.

Hussy knew me very well by now, and she knew
that when someone is in distress, I am always the first to try to
help. It goes against everything I believe in, to leave someone
hanging in an emergency.

I would like to believe that there is some
sort of cosmic justice that maintains a natural balance between
good and evil. Or in other words, I like to believe that Karma is
real, and that it's true that what goes around comes around. It's
just a comforting thought, that if someone does something bad,
something bad happens to them in return, to restore balance to the
universe, you know?

Well, I guess I'm not the only one who likes
to believe that. I guess that concept is the underlying idea behind
heaven and hell. I don't believe in life after death, but I would
like to believe that somehow Karma makes sure that good people are
rewarded somehow, and bad people are punished for treating others
like shit.

And I'd like to believe that if I do my best
to help other people, then one day, if I ever need help, someone
will help me, too.

Hussy knew that if she had an emergency, I
would feel compelled to come to her rescue. She purposely got into
a huge fight with Dick, so he would kick her out of his mom's
trailer. She figured I would have no choice but to help her, and
find a place to live for her and her kids.

And her plan would have worked, if I wasn't
already busy dealing with someone else's emergency. I had met
someone new. Her name was Veronica, and I had my hands full with
her. So when Dick kicked Hussy out, she ended up on the side of the
road with her suitcases. Her parents had to down to North Fort
Myers to pick up her and her kids and bring them to Ocala. Hussy
ended up living there for the next year.

"The ability to be in the present moment is a major
component of mental wellness."

Abraham Maslow

Remember the online ad I placed a long time
ago? The one that Hussy, Kayla, Crystal and Manuela had answered.
Well, apparently it was still floating around on the web somewhere,
and suddenly, out of nowhere, this girl Veronica wrote me an email.
She said she had seen my ad online, and she was interested in a
mutually beneficial relationship.

Veronica sent me a picture of herself. She
was only 20 years old, 6 feet tall, skinny, with long blonde hair.
She was beautiful. She looked like a model. I had a hard time
believing that was really her in the picture.

She was staying at the La Quinta on Route
41. Right there I knew she was a hooker. 20 year old girls don't
live in hotels, unless they are drug addicted hookers.

After all the crazy and painful things I had
been through with all the other girls who had responded to my ad, I
should have known better than to agree to meet her at the La
Quinta. I should have run the other way. But she was freakin'
beautiful, and I'll be honest: I wanted to have sex with her at
least once.

I met Veronica for the first time on
December 6th, 2011. When I got there at 11 pm, as agreed, she told
me that she had to run an errand first, but she would be back
shortly. I knew what that meant. She was on her way to get
drugs.