The Heroin Scene in Fort Myers

by Oliver Markus Malloy

  Morgan did find a place to stay after all. Then she and I made up. She told me her loser baby daddy had relapsed yet again and that he offered her heroin at the hotel, if she would have sex with him. She swore she said no.

  She ended up staying with some friends for a few days. We planned that as soon as my mother left, Morgan would be allowed to come back and continue to live with me. Her friends were a couple. Both of them were drug addicts, and both had HIV. I did not like the idea at all, that the girl I have unprotected sex with was staying with people who have HIV. I told her to stay as far away from them as possible while she was there: "Don't do drugs with them! Don't share needles with them! Don't use one of their toothbrushes! Don't use their razors!"

  She told me that I didn't have to worry, that I knew very well that she was on probation and that she wasn't doing drugs anymore, that she had no interest in drugs, and that not even those two people she was staying with for a few days could make her relapse, even if they were doing drugs right in front of her.

  But a day or two later, when I called the place where she was staying and I asked to speak to her, they told me that she had gone to see her daughter at her baby daddy's parents' house the previous day and never came back. She had spent the night with him. I knew exactly what that meant. He offered her heroin for sex, and she agreed, and she relapsed and cheated on me with her ex.

  I was done with her. I packed up all her things, put them in a garbage bag, and dropped off the bag in front of the door of the house where she was staying. She called me and texted me and swore that they were lying, that she had not spent the night with her ex, that she didn't need to have sex with guys for them to give her drugs, that she couldn't continue to stay at her friends' house, that she loved me and that she wanted to come back to live with me. I told her to go fuck herself and that I never wanted to see her again.

  Then Morgan got all arrogant and texted me that she didn't want to be with me anyway and that she was getting back with her baby daddy, and that it was her idea to leave my house in the first place. I got really pissed at her, so I wrote a Facebook message to her baby daddy and told him that Morgan had been staying with me for the past few months and we had been fucking every day.

  The next day I got a message from Morgan's dad that said my message to her baby daddy had made him so unhinged, he went off the deep end. Her father said that this kid really was mentally unstable and may kill himself, or Morgan, or their daughter, or all three of them, because of the message I had sent him. And if anything happened, the blood would be on my hands.

  I wrote Morgan's father back that if anything like that was going to happen, it's because Morgan is a lying cheater who has sex for drugs, not because I told someone that she's a lying cheater who has sex for drugs. The problem is that she is doing these things, not that I'm talking about her doing these things, so don't try to put the blame on me.

  The next day Morgan's mother called me. She was really worried and asked me if it was true that her daughter had relapsed and was doing drugs again. I told her yes, it's true.

  I never talked to Morgan again after all that. Later I found out that she was getting worse and worse on drugs, and she ended up back in jail.

  Anyway, a few days after all that happened with Morgan, my mother returned to Germany, and I wrote Kayla a long letter in a tiny font on a postcard. I had stopped answering her calls and letters about two months earlier. In my letter, I told Kayla everything that had happened with Morgan. I figured she would find out sooner or later anyway, and I felt like I owed her an explanation and an apology.

  To me, admitting when you do something wrong is a sign of integrity. A sign of character. I try to be a good person, but I'm not perfect, and I do fucked up shit sometimes, but at least I fess up to it afterwards, apologize for it and ask for forgiveness. I try to learn from my mistakes, and be a better person going forward.

  Once Kayla got my card, she called me and we talked. She told me she understood how and why the stuff with Morgan had happened, and that even though she was really hurt, she still loved me and forgave me. She said since we really hadn't been boyfriend and girlfriend before she was arrested for beating up her boyfriend Alex, it wasn't fair to expect me to be faithful to her while she was in jail for almost a year. She told me she still wanted us to be together once she gets out. Her release date was only another week or two away at this point.

  We made plans for me to pick her up on the day she got out of jail. But then just a day or two before her release, she suddenly told me that she had changed her mind. She said her dad, who lived out of state, had come to Fort Myers to pick her up. She told me she hadn't seen her dad in forever, and he was only in town for a short while, so it would be rude not to let him pick her up.

  She promised she would only spend a day or two with him, and then I'd finally get to see her again in person, and we would live happily ever after. The first thing she wanted to do with me, after having lots of welcome home sex, was to take a road trip to Titusville together, to visit her terminally ill grandma one last time before she passed away.

  When Kayla finally got out, she spent some time with her dad. And she spent a night at her stepmom's house, with her brothers. Then her dad ended up driving her to see her dying grandma. After spending a day or two with her grandma in Titusville, she took a Greyhound bus back to Fort Myers, and I picked her up at the bus station. By the time I finally got to see her, she had been out of jail for almost a week already.

  I took her home and we had sex for the first time in almost a year. She had spent Christmas in jail, so I gave her a late Christmas present: an Android tablet. She was really happy and played around with it in bed all night, installing apps and updating her Facebook page.

  The next day she asked me to drive her to her stepmom's house again, because she hadn't seen her family in so long.

  For some reason, I got suspicious. When I first met her over a year ago, she had told me that when she moved from Sayville, NY to Florida, she stayed with her stepmom and her brothers, Francis and Josh. She told me her dad and her stepmom had a son together: Francis. Then her dad and her stepmom split up, and her stepmom married someone else and had a son with him: Josh.

  So technically Kayla and Josh were not related by blood, but she still grew up with Francis and Josh as her brothers. Josh was a drug addict too, and sold heroin. When Kayla first moved from Sayville to Florida, and lived with her stepmom, she was really badly on heroin. So bad, that she ended up having sex with her brother Josh to get drugs from him. She was actually dating her brother for a while.

  When I first met her, and she told me that story, I couldn't figure out if she was embarrassed about it, or proud of being such a free-spirited, unconventional, crazy girl.

  Anyway, now that she was out of jail, and wanted to go see her stepmom and brothers again, although she had just been there a few days earlier, my instincts told me something fishy was going on. So I hacked her Facebook page after I dropped her off at her stepmom's house.

  I found private messages between her and her brother Josh. Ever since she got out of jail a week earlier, they had been talking about very explicit sex letters she had written him from jail a few months ago. Josh wrote how horny those letters had made him, and Kayla wrote she couldn't wait to bend over and feel Josh fuck her from behind.

  And they also talked about how much they enjoyed fucking each other and getting high together when she had spent the night at her stepmom's house a few days ago, before I finally got to see her after I had picked her up from the Greyhound bus station. So the first person she fucked when she got out was not me, her so-called boyfriend, but her brother. Awww, good old family values.

  When Kayla called me the next day to come pick her up again, I told her to go fuck herself. She was baffled and asked me why I was being so mean to her. I told her I wanted nothing to do with her anymore, because I knew she had fucked her brother. She called me crazy and paranoid, and denied everything. So I texted her screensh
ots of her and Josh's private Facebook messages to each other, where they explicitly talked about having fucked each other while getting high together. She didn't have much to say after that. She just gave me some bullshit about how she was sorry that she didn't tell me sooner that she had a problem being monogamous.

  Honestly, I couldn't even really say anything about her cheating on me, since I had been cheating on her for months with Morgan. So it was not like I could sit on my high horse and preach about morals and loyalty. But, seriously, your brother? You're gonna fuck your own brother for drugs? That's just sick. I'm pretty sure even Jerry Springer would have a little problem with that.

  I wasn't really hurt about her cheating on me with her brother, because I didn't have deep feelings for her after she had been gone for almost a year and I had been living with Morgan. But I was insulted and disgusted. A few days later, Kayla ended up moving back to her real mother in Sayville. We never talked to each other again after that.

  A few weeks earlier, Hussy had started texting me again. She told me how sorry she was about everything she had done to me, how ashamed she was of all her lies, and that she had grown up a lot since the last time I saw her, and if I could forgive her, maybe we could try it one more time. That all sounded oddly familiar again.

  I told her I had someone else living with me, but Hussy and I kept in touch anyway.

  Now that I was no longer seeing Morgan or Kayla, I started hanging out with Hussy again. I know, I know, I shouldn't have. I really didn't believe that she had changed, but I really liked her unbelievably tight pussy, and we did have some sort of emotional connection after having known each other for so long, and having had sex hundreds of times.

  I figured as long as I always keep my guard up, and as long as I remember that I can't trust anything she says, I can still enjoy having sex with her. I didn't want her to be my girlfriend, but I liked that we were friends with benefits again.

  I was also seeing Haley again, because I knew that no matter what Hussy said, she wasn't going to be faithful to me anyway, so I had no reason not to see other people, too.

  After Hussy's landlord kicked her out of the house near Sunshine Boulevard in Lehigh Acres, she had moved back in with her so-called ex, Dick, the abusive child rapist who lived in a trailer with his mom and sold pills to addicts in the Suncoast Estates trailer park.

  Hussy told me she hated Dick and really wanted to get away from him, but she didn't know how, because she had those two young boys and her baby girl, and her job at 711 simply didn't pay enough for her to get a place of her own. So she was trapped at Dick's trailer, unless maybe I could help her get her own place again.

  Remember I mentioned earlier that Hussy had been in a bad car accident as a teenager, and she had lost all her teeth? One day she came over to my house without her dentures. She said something about Dick taking them so she wouldn't be able to leave the house, or something like that. I don't remember. Anyway, here she was, with no teeth. I had known for a long time that she wore dentures, but this was the first time I ever saw her without her teeth. She looked like a 90 year old woman. Her lips caved inwards and her voice sounded different. Her lower jaw sat much higher when she closed her mouth, and her face looked shorter. It was not a pretty sight. We had sex that day, like every other day, and I got my first toothless blowjob. (Don't knock it, til you've tried it.)

  A few weeks later she told me she loved me, and that she had always known she loved me, but was scared that someone like me would never really be interested in someone like her. But if I would have her, she would like to come live with me, get married, have her tubes untied and have another baby with me.

  Since my condo in Bonita Springs was too small for her three kids, she asked if we could move into one of my bigger rental houses. She knew I used to own a beautiful 3000 square foot house with 4 bedrooms in Lehigh Acres.

  But when I told her that I had sold my last rental house in Florida a few weeks earlier, she asked if we could rent a 4 bedroom house in Naples and move in together. We actually went to look at a few different places, but I was hesitant to sign a one-year-lease anywhere.

  I really did care about Hussy. How could I not? We had known each other for a long time now, and we had been through a lot together. And I knew that she didn't lie all the time because she was really a bad person. She was just really fucked up in the head, because of all the things she had been through in her life. Deep down she really was trying to be a good mother and a good woman. Lying was just the only way she knew how to survive in a cruel world.

  But I really didn't trust her at all at this point, because she had lied to me so many times. I didn't want to put a lease in my name and be on the hook for a year, and then she was gonna pull some shady shit behind my back again and she'd end up living with Dick in a house where I pay the rent. No thank you.

  Hussy knew me very well by now, and she knew that when someone is in distress, I am always the first to try to help. It goes against everything I believe in, to leave someone hanging in an emergency.

  I would like to believe that there is some sort of cosmic justice that maintains a natural balance between good and evil. Or in other words, I like to believe that Karma is real, and that it's true that what goes around comes around. It's just a comforting thought, that if someone does something bad, something bad happens to them in return, to restore balance to the universe, you know?

  Well, I guess I'm not the only one who likes to believe that. I guess that concept is the underlaying idea behind heaven and hell. I don't believe in life after death, but I would like to believe that somehow Karma makes sure that good people are rewarded somehow, and bad people are punished for treating others like shit.

  And I'd like to believe that if I do my best to help other people, then one day, if I ever need help, someone will help me, too.

  Hussy knew that if she had an emergency, I would feel compelled to come to her rescue. She purposely got into a huge fight with Dick, so he would kick her out of his mom's trailer. She figured I would have no choice but to help her, and find a place to live for her and her kids.

  And her plan would have worked, if I wasn't already busy dealing with someone else's emergency. I had met someone new. Her name was Veronica, and I had my hands full with her. So when Dick kicked Hussy out, she ended up on the side of the road with her suitcases. Her parents had to drive all the way down to North Fort Myers to pick up her and her kids and bring them to Ocala. Hussy ended up living there for the next year.

  VERONICA

  "The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness."

  Abraham Maslow

  Remember the online ad I placed a long time ago? The one that Hussy, Kayla, Crystal and Manuela had answered. Well, apparently it was still floating around on the web somewhere, and suddenly, out of nowhere, this girl Veronica wrote me an email. She said she had seen my ad online, and she was interested in a mutually beneficial relationship.

  Veronica sent me a picture of herself. She was only 20 years old, 6 feet tall, skinny, with long blonde hair. She was beautiful. She looked like a model. I had a hard time believing that was really her in the picture.

  She was staying at the La Quinta on Route 41. Right there I knew she was a hooker. 20 year old girls don't live in hotels, unless they are drug addicted hookers.

  After all the crazy and painful things I had been through with all the other girls who had responded to my ad, I should have known better than to agree to meet her at the La Quinta. I should have run the other way. But she was freakin' beautiful, and I'll be honest: I wanted to have sex with her at least once.

  I met Veronica for the first time on December 6th, 2011. When I got there at 11 pm, as agreed, she told me that she had to run an errand first, but she would be back shortly. I knew what that meant. She was on her way to get drugs.

  When she got back, and I came up to her room, she was even more beautiful than her picture. She looked like an elf from Lord of The Rings, with he
r long blonde hair, pale skin, dark brown eyes, and her graceful features.

  She wore a tight white v-neck t-shirt and skin-tight black yoga pants with the word PINK on her behind. We sat down on one of the two beds and talked. I told her I knew she was on drugs. She gave me a surprised look and asked if I was a cop. I said no. I told her about my experiences with Alice and the girls I had met in Florida. Now Veronica felt comfortable enough to tell me her story.

  She suffered from severe anxiety and PTSD. She used to be a very good basketball player and was hoping to get a scholarship. But then she got into an accident and hurt her leg and back. Her promising basketball career was over before it started, and she ended up being addicted to pain killers. She told me she supported her drug habit by having sex with a handful of "friends."

  I learned to hate when girls use the word "friend" when they talk about the dope boys and johns they have sex with. None of these "friends" really care about the girl. They feed her poison and use her for sex. With friends like that, who needs enemies?