The Heroin Scene in Fort Myers

by Oliver Markus Malloy

  "Alright, I guess," I said. "As long as I'm not gonna end up getting shot by some jealous boyfriend."

  "Nah, don't worry," she said. "He's a pussy."

  Kayla and I met up and had sex a bunch of times after that conversation. It was weird to know that I was fucking someone else's girlfriend, and he knew about it. Once again I felt like I was living in some kind of twisted porno.

  She often told me about what a jerk Alex was. He treated her like crap. He even left her alone on holidays, because he was embarrassed to introduce her to his family. She called me up crying on the 4th of July, because Alex had left her all alone again, while he went to a barbecue at his parents' house without her.

  I told her that Alex was a total douchebag, who obviously really didn't care about her, and that she deserved someone better.

  "I know, but I kinda love him," she said. Somehow the people I had met in Florida so far seemed to have a completely different idea of what the word "love" means, than I did.

  One day, when Kayla was hanging out at my place again, she asked me to bring her back to her house by the time Alex got off work. After we finished having sex, she called Alex and asked him where he was. He had been working in Naples, and now he was heading north on Route 41, towards Cape Coral.

  "Hey, wouldn't it be funny if we saw him on 41?" she asked with a grin on her face.

  Once we got in the car and we were heading north on 41 as well, she called Alex again and asked him where exactly he was. He was just a mile or so up the road from us.

  "Speed up!" she demanded, laughing. "Let's try to catch him. That would be so funny!" She really did have a strange sense of humor sometimes.

  "Uhmm, I'm not so sure about that," I said. "Knowing that I'm fucking his girlfriend is one thing. But actually seeing you and me in the car together might really upset him, because that's gonna make it real in his head, you know?"

  "Nah, he'll be fine. He'll think it's funny," she said.

  "Well, I guess you know him better than I do," I conceded.

  So we were speeding on 41, and we really did catch up with Alex. He was driving an old white pickup truck. Kayla told me to pass him. So I did. She rolled down the window, leaned out of the car and waved at Alex, stuck her tongue out, and screamed: "WOOOOOOO!" She was acting like she was on Girls Gone Wild.

  Alex was not amused. At first he gave her dirty looks, and then he completely ignored her, staring at the road in front of him.

  "He looks angry," she said.

  "Well, duh! You just rubbed in his face that we are fucking," I said.

  'What the hell made me think that this was a good idea?" she asked incredulously.

  "I don't know. But now he is driving right behind us. What's gonna happen when we get to your house? Is he gonna wanna fight me or something? I'm wearing flip flops. Those are not fighting shoes," I said, only half kidding.

  She didn't think this was funny at all anymore: "Oh fuck, he is sooo mad at me right now. What the fuck was I thinking?!"

  "I don't know. But seriously, what are we gonna do when we and Alex arrive at your house at the same time? If I'm gonna get into a street brawl, I'm gonna have to stop somewhere and get a sandwich first. I need my strength."

  She finally laughed again. Then she said: "Let's take a different route than him, so we don't get there at exactly the same time."

  By now the same kind of thoughts must have been going through Alex's mind, and suddenly he passed us and sped off, way over the speed limit.

  We stopped at a gas station and Kayla got some fake weed, to calm her nerves. When we arrived at Alex's house in Cape Coral, his truck was parked in the driveway. I gave her a hug and a kiss good bye and told her to call me, to let me know she was alright.

  A few hours later I still hadn't heard from her, so I texted her: "Are u ok?"

  "Yeah," she replied. "He was cursing me out when I walked in the house, but then he calmed down."

  A day or two later, Kayla called me. I didn't answer, so she left a voicemail. She was hysterically crying: "Oliver, please come get me. Alex and I had a huge fight. PLEASE! I have nobody else!"

  I tried to call her back as soon as I heard her message. She didn't answer and she didn't call me back. That was very unlike her. She always answered the phone when I called.

  A few weeks earlier, Kayla had told me that she met a girl at drug offender probation in Fort Myers, who was also from Sayville, the same small town on Long Island, New York, where Kayla grew up. Small world, huh? The other girl's name was Morgan.

  Morgan had also gotten arrested for drug-related charges, also ended up in jail for a few weeks, and now she was also on drug offender probation. Kayla and Morgan quickly became best friends, because they had so much in common. Kayla told me she wanted me to meet Morgan, and all of us to hang out together, because she was sure I would like Morgan, because she also had a weird sense of humor.

  When Kayla didn't call me back after leaving that message, I decided to text Morgan and ask her if she knew what happened. Morgan replied that Kayla and Alex got into a big fight, and he called the cops on her, and now Kayla was in jail for violating her probation. Morgan and I agreed to let each other know as soon as either one of us heard anything from Kayla.

  Morgan said Kayla told her a lot about me. I asked her what exactly. She said Kayla called me her sugar daddy, and that she said I'm a really nice guy. I was flattered, even though I hated that she called me that word. Morgan also said that Kayla told her I have a big dick. And she joked she'd like to see it for herself, and that she'd love to have a sugar daddy like me, too. I was gonna find out soon that she wasn't joking after all.

  Later that day, Kayla called me from jail and explained what happened. She was sleeping, while Alex was talking about her to someone else on the phone. He called her a whore and a piece of shit. Then he started screaming at her to get the fuck out of his house, and she woke up while he was throwing her things out into the street. She told him: "Fine, I'll leave. I'll ask Oliver to pick me up."

  That made Alex even more angry, and he blocked her path to the door and started hitting her. Kayla was about a foot taller than Alex. She defended herself and put up a pretty good fight. She ended up pinning Alex against the wall, with her elbow against his throat. Then she bit him. He called the cops, and told them she was beating him up. When the cops came, they arrested her, not him, even though she had just been defending herself. How fucked up is that?

  After our conversation, I called Morgan to let her know what Kayla had just told me.

  Kayla called me from jail every day. She told me I had been right about Alex and that she wished she had listened to me when I told her to leave that douchebag. Then she told me she loved me, and she started acting like I was her boyfriend.

  I found out later that that's what girls do when they're in jail. They cling to someone on the outside and think they're madly in love with that person. Or they pretend to be, to get money out of them.

  But at that point, when she started calling me from jail and told me she loved me, I had no idea that I shouldn't put too much stock in that. I was flattered that she felt that way about me. I didn't really love her, but I liked her, so I figured, what the hell, I guess I might as well be her boyfriend. We were already having sex anyway, and it's not like I really had anything else going on right now. I still wasn't talking to Hussy, Haley was just too badly on crack to be girlfriend material, and Crystal was still in a relationship with her much younger boyfriend Jerry, even though they were having problems, because she caught him cheating on her a few times, and he suspected that she was cheating on him, too.

  So, suddenly I had a girlfriend in jail. Pretty bizarre. If someone had told me a few years ago that I would hang out with drug addicts, or know someone in jail, never mind date someone in jail, I would have told them they're crazy.

  The four most important things when you're in jail are:

  1) getting visitors

  2) getting mail (Only postcards are allowe
d.)

  3) being able to call someone on the outside

  4) getting canteen money from someone, so you can buy snacks (The food in jail is terrible.)

  Kayla's dad sent her money, so I didn't have to. But I opened a prepaid account with Global Tel, so she could call me collect. And I visited her regularly. Inmates in Lee County Jail are allowed to have 2 one-hour-long visits per week. The inmate sits at a video screen in jail, while the visitor sits at a video screen in the visitation building.

  And I sent her postcards. Since I had a background in newspaper publishing, I printed my postcards with a tiny font, so I could fit a lot more text on a card than if it was handwritten, and I made them look like newspaper pages, with funny little pictures. Kayla loved my postcards. They always cheered her up, and she showed them to all her friends in jail. They said that my cards were the best jail mail ever. It made me feel good when she told me that.

  One day Kayla was all excited, because she had found out that there was a book called "Sex, Drugs and Taxi Cabs" written by some guy who had sex with a bunch of streetwalking hookers, who walked past his insurance office on Pondella Road. He called himself Captain Save-A-Ho. All the inmates were talking about his book, because he mentioned Lee County Jail in it. Kayla talked me into getting the book. It was poorly written, and painfully awkward to read. He bragged about humiliating these girls, because to him they were all just a bunch of worthless whores anyway. He sounded like a sleazy douchebag.

  Kayla sent me a bunch of really sweet love letters. She wrote she couldn't wait to get out and have a life with me. She never wanted to touch drugs again, and she wanted to finish college. It all sounded oddly familiar.

  Meanwhile her best friend Morgan kept texting and calling me all the time. She said we should hang out, and that I shouldn't feel guilty about having sex with her, because Kayla was going to be in jail for almost a year, and because Kayla had called me her sugar daddy, not her boyfriend, before she went to jail. Morgan said Kayla was just calling me her boyfriend now, because she needed to have someone to think about while she was in jail.

  The way Kayla's best friend Morgan was moving in on me reminded me of the way Alice's best friend Kat had made a move on me, back in New York. The more I hung out with drug addicts, the more situations kept repeating themselves. Only the names changed.

  Morgan was 25. She was much shorter than Kayla, had freckles and red hair. She wasn't beautiful in the classical sense, but she was cute in her own way. And she had a great sense of humor. She cracked me up with all her cocky little comments. She had a young daughter, and she told me her baby daddy said that without make-up Morgan looked like a hamster with down syndrome. I could see the resemblance.

  Morgan lived with friends in San Carlos Park, between Fort Myers and Bonita Springs. She slept on the couch in the living room. It was a very uncomfortable situation for her. She fought with her roommates all the time, and one day, after yet another big fight, Morgan asked if she could stay with me.

  Morgan was quiet whenever Kayla called me from jail, so that Kayla wouldn't find out about Morgan living with me. Then one day Morgan started telling me that she loved me, and asked me what was going to happen to her when Kayla gets out of jail. Would I kick Morgan out? I told her Kayla's release date was still months away, so we didn't have to worry about any of that yet. Morgan suggested that she and Kayla could both live with me and both be my girlfriends.

  "Really? You would be ok with me having two girlfriends, and me having sex with another girl besides you?" I asked.

  "Well, if it was any other girl, I would bite your dick off. But I love Kayla. She's awesome. I think the three of us could have a lot of fun together. So, yeah, I would be ok with you fucking me and her," she replied with a smirk.

  Wow. Cool! Now I was really gonna live the rockstar life! Before, when I was seeing Haley, Crystal, Kayla and Manuela, all at the same time, they didn't know about each other. But now I was gonna be living with two girls who both knew that I was fucking both of them, and having threesomes was going to be the new normal. As you know by now, I was never really into threesomes, because I'm just too damn shy to be naked in front of not just one but two girls. But I already had lots of sex with Kayla and Morgan individually, so they both knew what to expect. And I was comfortable with each one of them, so I could see myself having sex with both of them at the same time.

  Remember when Patty had asked me to try anal? I really didn't want to with her. But when Morgan asked me to try it with her, I did. And I kinda liked it, although I could not even get it half way in, even with lots of lube, because my dick was too big for her, and she was in too much pain. But she seemed to like the pain and asked me to do it a few more times. She wanted to see if she could manage to take me all the way inside of her. Patty was a crazy freak, while Morgan was just the right kind of kinky. But at the same time she felt so self-concious, whenever she gave me a blowjob, she would only do it while she was hiding her head under the blanket. How adorable is that?

  Now we just needed to find out if Kayla was on board with the Mormon lifestyle and having a sister wife.

  At the next viso, I was going to test the waters. But that didn't go so well. As soon as I mentioned that I talked to Morgan recently, Kayla got this annoyed look on her face and asked: "Why are you talking to Morgan? Did that bitch try to get with you?"

  And just like that, my career as Mormon MacDaddy ended before it even started. Bummer. I never did get to have a threesome with Kayla and Morgan.

  At the next viso with Kayla, I tried to bring up the topic one more time. I pretended to be joking around when I asked her: "Wouldn't it be cool if you and Morgan both lived with me, and we all had sex together?"

  Kayla looked at me like I had lost my mind. She crunched up her eyebrows and the expression on her face said: "What the fuck are you thinking, asshole?"

  When I told Morgan that Kayla was not a fan of our awesome plan, Morgan realized that sooner or later I was going to have to make a choice, whether I wanted to be with Morgan or with Kayla. Suddenly Morgan started making snide remarks about Kayla whenever she got a chance. And now she purposely made noise whenever Kayla called me from jail. She wanted Kayla to know that Morgan was living with me, and she wanted Kayla and me to break up.

  Morgan kept telling me she loved me, and she told me that she was worried that I was going to kick her to the curb as soon as Kayla got out of jail. I really liked Morgan at this point, and although I had explored the rockstar lifestyle for a bit, I really am a one woman kind of guy, so I stopped talking to Kayla.

  Having lots of sex with a bunch of beautiful girls is a lot of fun for a little while, but then it gets old. It leaves you empty inside. It doesn't even come close to the feeling you get when you are in a serious relationship with one special someone.

  From that point on I just ignored Kayla whenever she called me from jail, and I didn't answer her letters anymore. I felt really guilty, but I figured things with Morgan were going really well, and she was right here with me. Who knew what would happen with Kayla once she gets out, and whether she was really going to come live with me, or go back to Sayville or what.

  Morgan had lost custody of her little daughter while she was in jail. Her daughter was now living at the house where her baby daddy and his parents lived. His mother had custody of the child. Whenever Morgan wanted to see her daughter, she had to go to their house. She said she hated her baby daddy, and luckily he was never home when she went there to see her kid. Morgan and her baby daddy used to do drugs together, and he was a total loser with mental problems, she said.

  My mother was going to come visit me for two weeks from Germany. I didn't want Morgan to stay with me while my mother was here, because I didn't want to officially introduce her to my mother as my girlfriend yet. And I wasn't going to be able to explain to my mother why this girl was living with me, and sleeping in bed with me, if she wasn't officially my girlfriend.

  So to avoid all that awkwardness, I decided i
t would be better if Morgan stayed somewhere else for those two weeks. Morgan wasn't happy about that. She had nowhere else to go. She burned her bridges with her previous roommates. My mother's arrival was imminent, but Morgan kept procrastinating. I think she thought I was lying about my mother coming to visit, and she was worried that I was really just trying to kick her out and get back together with Kayla. At the last minute I rented a hotel room for Morgan for a few days, until she could find a place to stay until my mother left.

  While my mother was here, Morgan and I texted each other on Facebook every day. And at night, after my mother went to bed, I snuck out a few times, to meet Morgan. She told me that her little daughter was staying with her at the hotel room, so we had sex in my SUV. The back of it was large enough so that we could lie down flat, as if it were a bed.

  By chance I found out that Morgan's baby daddy was staying at the hotel with her. I flipped out. What the hell was going on? Morgan said he was only supposed to drop their daughter off, but then he refused to leave. I called the hotel and told them to cancel the room. Now Morgan and her baby daddy were standing outside the hotel, with nowhere to go.