Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey

by Oliver Markus

  Kayla wanted to become a financial advisor or something like that, but she had a drug problem and had been arrested and spent some time in jail. Now she was a convicted felon, and finding a job in the financial field was going to be difficult, if not impossible. But she wasn't going to let that stop her from finishing her college degree. She was on probation, so she wasn't doing any more heroin, but she still drank like a Russian sailor, and smoked a lot of fake weed.

  And I was seeing Crystal. She was a beautiful 30-year-old, with long blonde hair. She was skinny, tall and had amazing fake boobs. She had been a stripper for a while, and a model. Then she had worked at a real estate firm, but after the market crashed, she started working as a waitress at Applebee's. The first time I met her, she was as skinny as a skeleton. It made her huge fake boobs stand out even more. She was addicted to oxycodone pills and occasionally smoked crack. She was dating this guy Jerry, a wealth management advisor at some stock brokerage. He was almost 10 years younger than her.

  Every time I had sex with Crystal, she brought this huge industrial-strength dildo, that plugged into a wall outlet. She loved rubbing it on her clit while we had sex, but to me it was kinda annoying and distracting, because it was in the way. And she was one of those girls who liked to scream and moan like a porn star. Her over-the-top theatrics sometimes made me feel inadequate, because I felt like I wasn't living up to the hype.

  And then there was a fourth girl, Haley. I had met her the first time I had come to Florida. I'll tell you more about her later.

  I had sex with at least one of these 4 girls every day, sometimes even with two of them on the same day. I was pimpin'. I was living the rockstar life.

  In June, I suddenly started getting text messages from Patty the drug counselor. It had been a year since she had been at my condo in Florida for two weeks, to spend her birthday with me. It was almost time for her next birthday now, so she decided to get in touch with me again. We hadn't talked to each other in a year, ever since our falling out after our road trip.

  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 l
ying 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.

  I asked her about Hussy's dead sister Amber. Her mother told me there was no Amber. That's when I found out all that had been a big lie. And Amber's kids obviously didn't exist either. I asked her mother whether she went to jail, when Hussy asked me for bail money to bond her out a few months earlier. Nope. Her mother had never been in jail a day in her life. And that's when I found out that when Hussy's father supposedly texted me that Hussy was so upset about her mother being in jail, she was going to kill herself, that was not really her father texting me, but Hussy herself.

  THE BIG LIE

  "In the big lie there is always a certain force of credibility... in the primitive simplicity of their minds the people more readily fall victims to the big lie than the small lie, since they themselves often tell small lies in little matters but would be ashamed to resort to large-scale falsehoods. It would never come into their heads to fabricate colossal untruths, and they would not believe that others could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously."

  Adolf Hitler

  Linda still called me at least 2 or 3 times a week. At first she kept calling to help me get over Alice. But over time, my grief over losing Alice faded, and I was wrapped up in my adventures with Hussy. I guess there was a silver lining in everything I had been going through with Hussy. She helped me forget Alice.

  When Alice ran away from rehab, I was so heartbroken, it felt like she had died. I grieved. I mourned. And for me, my Alice really did die, when I finally realized that the Alice in my head w
as not the same Alice that existed in the real world. The Alice in my head was a sweet, beautiful girl. My dream girl. But the Alice in the real world was a drug addicted hooker who fucked every guy in town and sucked any dope boy's dick for a hit. My dream girl with the sunny smile died, and all that was left was a rancid zombie who roamed the shadows, always looking for the next guy to fuck, the next dick to suck. I wanted nothing to do with the real world Alice.