Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey (64 page)

A few days after Lucy got out of jail, she
asked me to come get her, so we could spend some time together,
before she went to rehab. Nicole had slept over the night before,
and she was still at my house. While Lucy was texting me, she was
also texting Nicole, asking her where she was. Nicole lied. She
told Nicole that I was going to come pick Lucy up in a little
while, and she asked Nicole if she would like to get something to
eat with us.

Nicole and I looked at each other and
giggled. We both felt bad for lying to Lucy. Then Nicole texted
Lucy, that she should ask me if I wouldn't mind if Nicole tagged
along with us. Lucy relayed the question to me, and I replied that
I didn't want Nicole to come along, because I wanted to spend time
alone with Lucy, since I hadn't seen her in months. That was the
truth.

Nicole and I didn't want the three of us to
hang out together for now, because it would be weird to have to
pretend not to know each other in front of Lucy.

Nicole said that she knew Lucy really did
have feelings for me, and it would break Lucy's heart to know that
we were seeing each other. She said Lucy was so fragile right now,
one more painful disappointment might push her over the edge, and
she might kill herself. I felt really really bad when Nicole told
me that. I really didn't want to hurt Lucy, even though she hurt me
all the time.

But then Nicole said we shouldn't feel
guilty, considering how Lucy had been treating me. And Lucy had
slept with Nicole's boyfriend Antonio in the past. Before Nicole
went to prison, Lucy had nowhere else to go, so she stayed with
Nicole for a while. Lucy was only 17 at the time. When Antonio came
over, Lucy had sex with him. It devastated Nicole, and she tried to
kill herself with a drug overdose. That's why going to prison ended
up saving her life.

We agreed not to tell Lucy that we were
seeing each other, and that I would drop Nicole off down the street
from Lucy's grandfather's house, so that Lucy wouldn't see my car,
and Nicole could pretend that she was at a neighbor's house. Then,
a few minutes later, I would pull up in front of the house and pick
up Lucy.

But we never got that far, because after I
dropped Nicole off, Lucy was nowhere to be found. She was probably
fucking someone on Backpage again, or sucking some dope boy's dick.
She didn't waste a single thought on how badly that hurt me.

It still bothered me a lot that Lucy tricked
24/7, but every day I cared a little bit less, because I was coming
to terms with the fact that Lucy was not my girl. She was way too
busy fucking every guy in town and smoking crack around the clock.
I tried to convince her to get clean, but there was no talking to
her. I simply was not as important to her, as she was to me.

Nicole slept over at my place a lot, and we
were getting closer and closer. One night I drew her a hot bath in
my jetted tub, lit some candles, played some soft music, and
brought her a piece of cake while she was enjoying a bubble
bath.

She was really touched and said: "You are
the nicest guy I've ever met. I'm not used to guys treating me like
this. I feel like a princess. This is the most romantic thing
anyone has ever done for me." Then she teared up.

She told me about her previous boyfriends
and how they had raped and beaten her, and how they always talked
down to her like she was stupid and worthless. She wasn't used to a
guy talking to her with respect, and actually really listening to
her when she talked, like she was important.

These dumb lowlives she used to date set the
bar pretty low. I looked like Casanova compared to these
douchebags, without even trying. I really wasn't going out of my
way to do anything that was out of the ordinary. I was just being
my normal self. I was used to treating a nice girl nice. It's not
like I skywrote her name with a plane, or posted a giant billboard
with a big heart, or covered the bed with a hundred roses. She was
really sweet, and I liked her a lot, so of course I treated her
nice. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted her to enjoy being
around me. Isn't that what you're supposed to do when you like
someone?

After she got out of the tub, I told her
that she had been making me feel really good these past few days,
and I'd like to return the favor. I asked her if she would like me
to give her a massage, or maybe go down on her, or maybe both.

"Really? You'd go down on me?" Her face lit
up. It was like she couldn't believe someone actually cared enough
about her, to give her an orgasm.

"Sure," I said. "I'd love to make you feel
good."

"I would love that," she said with a shy
giggle.

She lay down on the bed and spread her legs.
I kissed my way up her inner thighs, until I reached her beautiful
pussy, and then I slowly started licking her lips, and gently
sucked her clit. I was in no rush. I knew she needed time to forget
her nervousness. I was going to give her all the time in the world.
This was all about her, so I would have sucked her clit for hours,
if she wanted me to.

After a few minutes she moaned: "Oh my God,
this feels really amazing!" I could tell she was really getting
into it. She forgot the rest of the world for a little while, and
all she could think about was my tongue circling her clit, teasing
her relentlessly.

Then she asked me to put a finger inside of
her while I was sucking her clit. She asked me if she could take
pictures of me while I was licking her. Like this was a special
occasion, and she always wanted to remember this moment. She took
about 15 pictures, while moaning and pushing her pussy into my
mouth. I loved making her feel this good. I would do it for her
every day, if she wanted me to. I wanted her to know that she
deserved to be treated nice, and to be happy and to feel good.

Patty used to tell me that she was so hung
up on me, because I was the only guy who could make her cum,
because apparently I was pretty good at going down on a girl. Maybe
she just said that to make me feel special. I don't know. But every
girl I've ever gone down on said I'm pretty good at it. Maybe
that's my hidden superpower.

Afterwards Nicole asked me to fuck her. I
told her I would like to take pictures of her, too. She got on top
of me and rode my dick while posing for the camera. Then I got on
top of her and took pictures of my dick inside of her. I loved
having sex with her.

One day she told me she wanted to show me
what she had learned from some black girls in prison. She stood on
her hands, with her head facing the floor and her feet in the air.
Then she leaned her feet against the wall, and she started twerking
her butt like that. We both cracked up.

I asked her to do that again, but naked, and
let me video tape her. She did. She was leaning on her hands,
upside down, while wiggling her perfect ass and pussy in my
face.

She was just awesome! I loved hanging out
with her. Not just because of the sex. She just had a really great
personality. I felt so comfortable around her, like we had known
each other forever. And she was so down to earth. We always made
each other laugh with stupid jokes and funny voices. She was a
silly little dork in a pretty girl's body. The perfect
combination.

They always say in romantic comedies that
beautiful girls usually have shitty personalities, and ugly girls
have beautiful personalities. And then there's the Holy Grail
that's really hard to find: a beautiful girl with an ugly girl's
beautiful personality. Nicole was it. She was every guy's dream
girl.

"Prostitutes have very improperly been styled women
of pleasure; they are women of pain, of sorrow, of grief, of bitter
and continual repentance, without any hope of obtaining a
pardon."

Unknown

"Be kind. Everyone you meet is fighting a hard
battle."

Plato

"To know even one life has breathed easier
because

you have lived. This is to have succeeded."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nicole had slept at my house again the
previous night, when Lucy called me to give her a ride to the
Greyhound station, so she could visit her mother in Georgia and go
to rehab. Nicole and I had sex that morning, and then I dropped her
off at Lucy's grandfather's house. Later I returned to pick up Lucy
and take her to the bus. It was the first time I had seen her in
months. She felt self-conscious, because she had gained a lot of
weight in jail. She asked me if I thought she was ugly now.

I said: "No, you'll never be ugly in my
eyes, sweetie. Everyone gains weight in jail, and you should know
by now that you will always be beautiful in my eyes, whether you're
a skinny minnie, or you're 300 pounds."

That made Lucy smile, and she gave me a
kiss. Then she said Nicole would like to come along for the ride. I
said ok. Nicole got into my car, and for Lucy's benefit, we
pretended not to have seen each other ever since she cleaned my
house months ago. It was weird and awkward. Nicole and I kept
giving each other looks in the rear view mirror.

We arrived late at the Greyhound station,
and the bus was about to leave without Lucy. She and I jumped out
of the car, and she grabbed my hand and led me around the building,
to the bus. I knew right away that she really had no intention of
getting on the bus and go to rehab, because she didn't grab her
bags. She left them in my car. She asked the bus driver, if she
could postpone her trip for a few days. He said no, her ticket was
only valid for today.

The bus was actually going to drive from
Fort Myers to Fort Lauderdale, and then from there to Orlando, and
then from Orlando to Atlanda, Georgia.

Lucy asked the driver, if she could get on
the bus in Orlando at 4 am, instead of boarding now in Fort Myers
at 8 pm. He said yes.

I tried to tell Lucy to get on the bus now
and not postpone the trip, or she would never go to rehab. She
completely ignored me while talking to the bus driver. Afterwards
she said she postponed the ride, so she and I could spend more time
together, and then I could drive her to catch the bus in
Orlando.

I kept looking at Nicole, hoping she'd say
something, to convince Lucy to get on the bus, but she didn't. I
could see in Nicole's eyes that she was high as a kite. Ever since
Lucy got out of jail, she and Nicole were hanging out and doing
more and more drugs together. It reminded me of the way Veronica
and her mother Rachel were getting high together, when she got out
of jail last time.

After we left the Greyhound station, I
thought Lucy and I would spend some time together, because she said
that was her reason for not getting on the bus. But once we arrived
at her grandpa's house, to drop Nicole off, Lucy said she would go
back in the house with her. I asked her why. She said she wanted to
spend some more time with Nicole, before she went to rehab.

"You spent the last few days getting high
with Nicole. But you and I haven't seen each other in months. I
can't believe you'd rather go smoke more crack with her, than spend
time with me," I said. It reminded me of what Veronica did with Kim
after I picked her up from the Salvation Army.

First she denied that that was her reason
for going back into the house with Nicole. But then she finally
admitted it. She told me to go home. I was crushed.

I never did drive her to Orlando that night.
The bus ticket expired the next morning, and Lucy never went to
rehab.

Before, Nicole's drug habit had still been
manageable. But now, being around Lucy, her habit was getting worse
and worse. She was shooting up Ds, heroin, snorting coke, smoking
crack and taking mollys. Slowly but surely, Nicole was getting just
as bad as Lucy.

It really started to bother me, because I
knew where she was headed: sucking dick and spreading her legs for
a hundred guys on Backpage. That thought made my stomach turn. I
didn't want to keep losing one girl after another to drugs and
Backpage. I couldn't take it anymore.

I tried to talk to Nicole about it, but she
said she was fine. She said she really wasn't doing that many
drugs, and she was making enough money with tattoos to pay for her
habit. She said she would never hurt me like Lucy did. Déjà vu. How
many times did a drug addict tell me she wasn't going to treat me
like the previous drug addict? How many times did a drug addict
tell me she wasn't like the others?

But Nicole was getting flakier and flakier.
She had told me she would cook me dinner on my birthday. She made a
list of all the things I needed to buy so she could cook her
special sweet and sour chicken. But then she just went ghost on my
birthday and left me hanging. That really really hurt. That was
when I knew this was the beginning of the end.

A day or two later, she told me she was
really sorry for abandoning me on my birthday, and she said she
would make it up to me tonight. But then she just disappeared
again.

Another day or two later, she asked me to
pick her up after work. She was holding a sign at the car wash next
to the Red Roof Inn in North Fort Myers. But when I asked her later
that day when I should come get her, she disappeared again.

One of the nights she slept over, she walked
out of the house in the middle of the night and disappeared for a
few hours. When she got back at 4 am, she said she had met up with
a dope boy at the Coconut Point Mall, to get some drugs. I asked
who it was, and what took so long, but she was being evasive.
Something wasn't right.