Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey

by Oliver Markus

  This was the time when Hussy got into a big fight with Dick, and she thought that once she had nowhere else to go, I would come to her rescue and move into a house in Naples with her and her kids. But I was way too busy with Veronica, so Hussy ended up moving to Ocala.

  Veronica always asked me to pick here up at a different place, because she bounced around from one cheap motel to the next. One day she asked me to come get her at the Gulfview Motel. When I got there, she was staying in a room with several other hookers. She told me that she had changed her mind and that she wanted to stay there, but she wanted to have sex with me before I leave.

  She couldn't even walk or move her leg without being in terrible pain. I told her I really didn't want to have sex with her in that condition. She said it would be ok, as long as I was careful and didn't thrust into her too hard. I told her I would feel horribly selfish if I would cause her pain to make myself feel good at her expense.

  She wouldn't take no for an answer, and asked me to pull her yoga pants off, because she was in too much pain to do it herself. So I helped her take them off. She spread her legs for me and told me with a strained smile that I should feel very special, because she was in too much pain to have sex with anyone else, but she wanted to have sex with me. Just with me, and nobody else.

  While she said that, I saw that someone else's cum was slowly dripping out of her pussy. She obviously had sex with someone else right before I got there. I didn't have sex with her in a few days, since before she showed up at my door unannounced that morning at 8 am. I just felt it was wrong to take advantage of her in her condition.

  But now that I saw a glob of someone else's thick white cum slowly dripping out of her pussy, and I knew that she had obviously been having sex with other people despite the pain, I figured I might as well have sex with her, too. And it's not like I was forcing myself on her. She was literally begging me to fuck her. I took my pants off and rubbed my dick with one hand until I got hard, while using my other hand to wipe the cum off her pussy lips with the sheets. But I didn't say anything about it.

  Then I got on top of her and gently eased my dick inside of her. She squirmed in pain. "I can't do this," I said. I felt so guilty for even trying to have sex with her like this.

  "It's ok. Don't stop. Keep fucking me," she said with her eyes closed and pain in her voice. In some sick way, it was starting to really turn me on that she was begging me to fuck her while she was in this much pain. Every single time I thrust my dick inside of her, she was in unbearable pain. She had tears in her eyes. Her hands were clutching the sheets. Meanwhile I got hornier and hornier. I knew she wouldn't be able to handle this agony for long, and sooner or later she would tell me to get off her, so I had to make every thrust count.

  I pushed myself inside her as slowly and gently as I could. I moved my dick inside of her in slow motion, from the very tip of the head to the very bottom of the shaft and back again. Every time I was balls deep inside of her, I paused for a few seconds, just concentrating on what it felt like to be inside of her, while her warm soft pussy lips were wrapped around me. I think I only had to push my dick inside of her for maybe 9 or 10 times before I came. After I finished, and I could think clearly again, I almost felt like I had just raped her.

  Day after day, the pain in her leg was getting worse and worse. The next time she was at my house, she asked me to buy her a crutch. Then she called her stepdad, a doctor, and asked him what the pain could be. He told her he needed to see her, but she didn't trust him or her mother not to call the cops on her. I offered to take her to the emergency room, but she didn't want to, because she was afraid she'd get arrested.

  I ended up giving her some antibiotics, just in case the pain in her leg was some sort of infection. Then she asked me to drop her off at the Value Place on Colonial, because some of her hooker friends were staying there, and she said they would give her some drugs. I didn't hear from her anymore for a few days after that.

  When she finally called me again, she told me the police had been at the Value Place, to arrest the people in the room next to the one she was staying in, and when they asked her for her ID, they arrested her, too. When they saw how much pain she was in, they took her to Lee Memorial Hospital instead of jail.

  I visited her in the hospital a few times. The doctors pumped her so full of painkillers, she wasn't even lucid the first time I visited her. She didn't even know I was there. Her mother Rachel was by her bedside, and we talked for a few minutes. Rachel said Veronica had been asking for me in her daze.

  When I visited Veronica the next day, she was awake and I brought her pulled pork sandwiches from Burgerque on 41, and raspberry ice cream from Love Boat. She was really happy and started to cry because she was so touched that I went out of my way to visit her and bring her her favorite foods.

  She told me that the doctors said she had a life-threatening MRSA infection and that if I hadn't given her the antibiotics, she'd be dead now.

  She said she was done with drugs for good, and that she really liked being at my house. She asked if she could come live with me once she gets out of the hospital. I told her yes, of course. I still didn't have the balls to tell her I was in love with her, because I felt I'd look like a fool.

  Veronica told me that she would delete all her phone numbers and not talk to any of her johns or dope boys or her druggie friends anymore. She said the only people she wanted to have in her phone were me, her mom, her dad, her stepdad and her grandparents. That made me feel really good.

  My Dodge Durango had been stolen in New York a few weeks earlier, and I was going to go to a car auction in New York to buy a new SUV. She promised she'd be good while I was gone, and I promised to be back in time to pick her up from the hospital, so she could come live with me.

  While I was in New York, her mother called me and told me that the infection was so bad, the doctors were afraid Veronica would die, unless they amputate her leg. She went through several surgeries. They were able to save her leg.

  I saw on her Facebook page that she hadn't kept her word. She was still talking to a bunch of her old drug friends and had them come visit her in the hospital. I was glad I didn't tell her how I felt about her, or I really would have felt like a fool now.

  After a few weeks in the hospital, she was supposed to be released on a Thurday. She asked me to return to Fort Myers and come get her. I told her I would. But before I left New York on Tuesday, I saw on her Facebook page that she was posting rap lyrics about smoking crack and that she already left the hospital, against doctor's orders.

  She didn't get very far. The cops arrested her in the hospital parking lot, because she still had that warrant. They took her to jail.

  I wrote her some postcards in jail. I told her I was mad at her for leaving the hospital prematurely, instead of waiting for me to come pick her up and take her home with me as we had planned.

  She wrote me back and told me how sorry she was and that she hoped I would still let her come live with me once she gets out of jail. She told me how grateful she was that I took care of her when her leg was so infected.

  We both knew she was going to be in jail for a while. Now I really had no reason to come back to Florida any time soon. So I told her I would stay in New York for a few more weeks.

  She wrote me a bunch of letters and started calling me every day. She told me that she loved me and that when she was going to come live with me after getting out of jail, she didn't want it to be as roommates, or friends with benefits, but as boyfriend and girlfriend. She told me she wanted to be in a real relationship with me, and she didn't want me seeing any other girls besides her anymore. She said she wouldn't be able to handle living with me and then seeing me walk into the bedroom with some other girl. And she said she knew that she had no right to tell me not to see other girls while she's in jail, but it would make her really upset if I did that. She said she wanted us to be faithful to each other.

  I asked her if she was sure she wanted to be my girlfrie
nd. She had told me earlier that she had dated a few girls before she and I met. And when Kayla was in jail, she had told me that a lot of girls in jail become "gay for the stay" and start dating other inmates. I figured Veronica would do that too, if she was going to be in jail for a long time. So I felt it was better if we just stayed friends for now, and then, once she got out of jail and she came to live with me, we could be boyfriend and girlfriend. That way she could do her thing in jail, and I could do my thing outside. I was going to keep seeing Haley and Crystal, until Veronica got out.

  But Veronica told me she loved me and she definitely wanted us to be faithful to each other and not see anyone else. She promised she wouldn't talk to any other guys anymore, and she would not date any girls in jail. She said: "I do like having sex with a girl every now and then, but I don't want to be in a relationship with one. Too much drama. I only want to be with you."

  And that's how I ended up with my second jail girlfriend.

  LCJ: FORT MYERS' BIGGEST WHOREHOUSE

  "The mentality and behavior of drug addicts and alcoholics is wholly irrational until you understand that they are completely powerless over their addiction and unless they have structured help, they have no hope."

  "It is difficult to suffer the selfishness of a drug addict who will lie to you and steal from you and forgive them and offer them help. Can there be any other disease that renders its victims so unappealing?"

  Russell Brand

  Have you ever noticed that actresses being interviewed on late night talk shows always pretend that they have nothing but good things to say about other actors, directors and producers? They all pretend to be one big happy family. They all pretend to love each other oh so much. The reason for that is obvious: networking. If you have a lot of friends in Hollywood, or pretend to be friendly with a lot of people, chances are, you might land a role in one of your friends' next movies. If you want to get a lot of movie roles, it's not what you know, it's who you know.

  Most drug addicted girls do the same thing. They not only tell a bunch of guys that they supposedly love them, hoping that one or more of the guys will bite and be a devoted slave to the girl from that point on. Drug addicted girls also tell each other all the time how much they supposedly love each other. And just like in Hollywood, the reason is networking. The more junkies you know and call your dearly beloved friends, the higher your chances that one of them might throw you some free drugs, or introduce you to a new connection. A lot of drug addicted girls pretend to love other drug addicted girls, to get drugs. Or, while they are in jail, they do it to get sex, or some free candy from the other girl.

  In Hollywood they sell dreams. Ironically, inmates in Lee County Jail (LCJ) also call it "selling dreams" when they pretend to love someone in order to manipulate them to get money, food, drugs or sex.

  But while these girls pretend to love each other oh so much, they talk shit about each other behind each other's backs, because in reality they are neither lovers nor friends, but competitors. Each drug addicted hooker wants to get her hands on the guy with the big wallet. And if another hooker gets in her way, she'll defend her territory.

  And no matter how much they pretend to love each other, there is no honor and no loyalty among drug addicts. Drugs turn them into selfish sociopaths. They only care about the next high, and it doesn't matter who they have to betray to get it. That's how they survive on the streets, and that's all they know when they go to jail. Drug addiction is the number one reason why females commit crimes, and LCJ is full of sociopathic drug addicted girls. It's a snake pit of fake love, lies and betrayal. And if they have no problem screwing over their real families and their real loved ones, of course they will screw over other addicts as well.

  Almost every drug addicted girl will try to move in on some other girl's man, if she feels she has a chance to get him on her team, and it will benefit her in her quest for more drugs. So what Alice's friend Kat did when she had sex with me, and what Kayla's friend Morgan did, was not uncommon. That sort of thing happens all the time.

  When Veronica started writing me letters and calling me from jail every day, I remembered what Kayla had told me when she was in jail. All the girls in Lee County Jail try to get money out of guys on the outside, by selling them dreams, and pretending to love them. Some girls call a bunch of different guys every day, telling each of them that he's her one and only true love. They scam so many guys into sending them money, that they end up having more canteen money than they can spend on snacks. So by the time they get released from jail, they have hundreds of dollars in their accounts, or on the books, as they call it. As soon as they get out, they cash the jail check and go buy drugs with the money.

  Remember the sleazy douchebag who wrote a book about the hookers in LCJ, called Sex, Drugs and Taxi Cabs? One of his little stories stood out to me. One of the streetwalkers he had been fucking went to jail. He started to visit her regularly, talked to her on the phone all the time, and put money on her books. She sold him dreams and convinced him that she loved him and that she was his girlfriend.

  Then some other girl was released from jail, and that other girl met up with the guy, to tell him that his so-called girlfriend was really in a relationship with that other girl. Those two girls had been dating in jail the whole time, and to prove it, she showed him love letters his so-called girlfriend had written to the other girl. He was crushed, because his so-called girlfriend had him fooled the whole time. She had even put some of her inmate friends on the phone so they would tell him that his so-called girlfriend was really faithful to him and loved him oh so much.

  He had a bit of advice for his readers: If you date a girl in LCJ, don't believe anything, anything, ANYTHING she or her inmate friends tell you. They will lie for each other to con guys on the outside. They lie all day long, about everything, because that's what they're used to doing on the streets.

  I told Veronica all that. And I told her about my experiences with Alice and those other girls I had met. Veronica was offended. Or pretended to be. She said: "Don't compare me to those other whores. Can't you tell I'm totally different? I would never do to you what those other girls did to you. I will never ever hurt you the way Alice hurt you."

  Of course I knew that a con artist will never admit that they're conning you. But I really believed that Veronica was being sincere. I believed that she really hated being a drug addict, that she really hated what her life had become, that she really hated the things she had done for drugs, hated herself for doing them, and that she genuinely had feelings for me and wanted to have a better future with me.

  Everyone who has ever dealt with a drug addict knows that they lie all day long. Lying is their most important tool, when they try to con people into giving them money or drugs, or trying to hide the true extent of their addiction. They are so used to lying, sometimes they don't even realize they're lying. It's just habit. And old habits die hard.

  So I already knew I would catch Veronica in lies occasionally, and that that didn't necessarily mean that she didn't love me. Becoming a sober person and living a sober life required her to not only stop doing drugs, but stop living like an addict. Stop hustling. Stop cheating. Stop conning. Stop lying. That's a pretty big, difficult change, if that's all you know.

  When Alice and I went to Florida together for the first time, her friend Becky called her and asked where we were. Alice told her we were in Canada. Afterwards I asked her why she lied to one of her best friends. She replied: "I don't know. I'm just so used to lying every time I open my mouth, sometimes I can't turn it off. Lies just slip out for no reason at all."

  I was willing to give Veronica the benefit of a doubt, if I caught her in a lie. I knew she had a difficult life and that the transition to a new life with me would not be easy for her. But I really believed she genuinely loved me. She had told me a lot of things about herself that I didn't think she ever told anyone else. Like the fact that she had been sexually abused by her mother's boyfriends ever since she was a lit
tle girl. It was very difficult for her to talk about that. I believed it was a good sign that she was able to tell me things like that. It showed me that she was not a completely broken human being yet. Despite everything she had been through, there was still hope that she might be able to develop a deep, meaningful bond with me. And that's really all love is.

  During the first few weeks in jail, her letters were long and thoughtful. She wrote about the things she wanted to do with me once she got out. She wrote about our future together, and that she wanted to get married and have a baby with me, and live happily ever after. I felt the same way. For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to have a baby with someone. She drew hundreds of little hearts along the top and bottom of her letters.