Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey (40 page)

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 girlfriend. 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.

"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.