Veronica came into my bedroom and we closed the door.
"That girl gotta get the fuck out of here right NOW!" I yelled.
"Babe, it's not what it looks like. I was just rubbing her back. She had a backache," Veronica claimed. Lamest excuse ever.
"Please, spare me the bullshit," I said. "She better get the FUCK out of here before I lose it!"
"It's really not what you think, but ok, I'll tell her to leave," Veronica said. She went in the guest bedroom and talked to Kim. A few minutes later she came back into my bedroom. She said Kim would be gone by 4 pm. That's the soonest she could get a ride. I said ok. I was relieved that Kim was gonna be gone soon. Hopefully things with Veronica would get better, once we were alone, and she'd actually focus on me for a change. Then Veronica cuddled up next to me, told me she was sorry and that she loved me. We had sex again and fell back asleep in each other's arms afterwards.
I woke up around 4:30 pm. Veronica was still sleeping. I went in the living room, and there was Kim, sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"What the fuck are you still doing here? You were supposed to be gone by 4 pm," I said.
She was acting all snooty and said: "Don't talk to me like that."
"Get the fuck out," I demanded.
"I need to talk to Veronica first," she replied, even snootier, while texting on the prepaid phone I had let Veronica use earlier.
"No you don't. You need to get the fuck out RIGHT NOW!" I yelled. "And give me back my phone."
"That's not your phone. That's Veronica's phone," Kim said.
I approached her to grab the phone out of her hands, but she jumped off the couch and ran around the table, while yelling: "Don't touch me!" She looked like she was afraid I was going to hit her.
All the yelling had woken Veronica up, and she came into the living room. "What's going on?" she asked.
"He was trying to take the phone," Kim said.
"What the fuck is she still doing here?" I demanded to know.
"I gotta talk to you," Veronica replied. We went back in my bedroom and closed the door. "Remember I told you a while ago, I need a female friend? I can't relate to a guy the way I relate to a girl. I'm sorry I was so in your face about it when you found me in bed with Kim this morning. We'll be more discreet from now on. We won't rub it in your face anymore, so you won't know when we're having sex."
Did she just tell me she was going to be fucking Kim behind my back from now on, like she was doing me a favor? Yes she did! I was speechless. What the hell was going on in her fucked up head? Did she really think I was going to be ok with her having sex with someone else, and I would still want to be in a relationship with her, and be the third wheel?
"Kim and I could both live with you, and then you can still fuck me any time you want," she said. "Wouldn't you rather do that, than break up with me and then you have to find someone new and start a relationship with a new girl all over again?"
She was suggesting the same type of sick drug "relationship" she and many other crackwhores are used to. She was going to date another crackwhore to have someone she could relate to, and she was going to date me as her means of survival and source of money for drugs.
This is how she had lived for the past few years. She wasn't used to having a guy treat her like a person with actual feelings. No wonder she thought she couldn't relate to a guy. But didn't she realize I was different than those other guys she was used to? She was used to being some guy's sex slave. And to make herself feel better about that arrangement, she got herself some crackwhore as her sex toy. She had no idea how to be in a normal, monogamous relationship with a guy who actually respected her and treated her as an equal.
"Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked.
"Isn't it better you share me with Kim, than not to have me in your life at all?" she asked.
"Uhmm, no. I'm not a dope boy. And you're not just some whore to me. I'm not looking for some girl I can fuck whenever I want. I don't just want to use you for sex. I actually love you. I really care about you. I can't handle the thought of sharing you with someone else. I want you all to myself," I explained.
"If you're kicking Kim out, I'm leaving too," she said.
"What? So you're gonna pick her over me?" I asked.
'It's not that, but she's my friend, and I can't just kick her out into the street and let her fend for herself," Veronica replied.
"Kim is older than you! What the fuck are you gonna do for her? Trick on Backpage? Suck dick to buy her drugs?" I asked with a vicious tone in my voice.
"No, I'm never ever going back to that," she claimed.
"Yeah, you are. If you leave now, you're going to be bouncing around from one cheap motel to the next again, and you'll go back to fucking dope boys and tricking on Backpage within a matter of days."
"No, I'm not," she said, while opening the closet door.
"Yeah, you are."
"I don't want to leave," she claimed, while opening the closet drawers to pack up her clothes. In her mind she was already gone, already smoking crack in some motel room with Kim. She was just going through the motions right now, pretending that I was making her leave, when really she wanted to leave to get high without me getting in her way all the time.
The reason why drug addicts feel closer to other drug addicts is because sober people try to get them to quit. And that gets annoying. Sober people get in the way when all you want to do is get high. So if Veronica had to make a choice between living with me and being clean, or living with Kim or any other crackwhore or dope boy, and getting high, of course she was going to chose Kim.
"Look, you don't have to leave. I'm not kicking you out. You can stay. But Kim has to go. What the fuck were you thinking making out with her?"
"I can't believe you're making me leave," Veronica said with fake indignation. She wasn't even listening to a word I was saying. Her mind was completely preoccupied with how and where she was going to go smoke crack with Kim.
I was so upset at this point, I started to cry: "Don't go. I'm not kicking you out. I want you to stay."
"I want to stay, but you're making me leave," she said. She didn't even care that she wasn't making any sense. I gave up. I had no choice. I wasn't going to try to force her to stay.
Veronica told Kim to call Alexis and ask if they could stay with Alexis and her crack dealer boyfriend in Lehigh Acres.
They were going to meet us at the Miromar Outlet Mall. I dropped Veronica and Kim off at the mall. Kim and Alexis hugged. This was the first time those two saw each other since they all ran away from rehab together.
Veronica stayed in the car with me for a few seconds, and said: "I love you." She was waiting for me to say it back, but I didn't. "I really do love you," she tried again. But I didn't say anything. I was so heartbroken, if I was gonna say anything, I would just start to cry again, and I didn't want to give her that satisfaction.
She got out of my car and into the car of the crack dealer with the others. As they drove away, I could see that Veronica was on the phone with someone already. No doubt she was calling some john, to meet up with him and fuck him. I couldn't hold it in anymore and started to cry, while driving back to my apartment.
When I got home, I checked Backpage. And sure as shit, there she was. Veronica was already back on Backpage! I couldn't take the thought of my girl fucking every guy in town. I was beside myself. I had waited for her for months while she was in jail. And now this. This was my worst nightmare.
The next morning I called my ex-wife Donna and told her I wanted to come visit her and Gary in New York for a while. I needed to get away from Florida before I was going to lose my mind. I couldn't sit in the house alone right now. But of course I didn't tell Donna any of that. I never told her anything about my personal life since our divorce. She still thought I was celibate.
While I was packing my stuff, I found a big envelope in the closet, chock-full of letters. They were love letters to Veronica, from other inmates and some from guys
on the outside. They were replies to love letters she had written them. It took me a few hours to read them all. They were from about a dozen different people. She had been telling all these people that she loved them and wanted to be in a relationship with them. Like some sort of deranged psycho.
Some of the love letters I found in my closet were from Theresa and Snickers. That's when I found out that Veronica had been cheating on me the whole time while she was in jail.
Later I found out she had also been cheating on me the whole time at the Salvation Army. Not just with Dee, but also with some guy named Danny, who kept buying her cigarettes and kept giving her money, and obviously with Kim. And she was still writing letters to Snickers in jail. There were probably others, too.
I hated Veronica so much right now. I decided not to go to New York just yet, but to have lots of sex first, and then rub it in Veronica's face. I was hoping that it would upset her at least a little bit.
I called Haley and told her everything that had happened with Veronica and that I was done with her. I told Haley I wanted to see her and have a whole lot of revenge sex with her. She laughed and told me to come pick her up. She hated Veronica and relished the thought of her finding out about Haley and I having sex.
Then I called Crystal and told her the same thing. She hated Veronica, too, so she suggested that I should take some pictures while we were having sex and text them to Veronica. She came over and I took some pictures of my dick inside her pussy right before I came. I texted them to Veronica with some spiteful comments about how much prettier Crystal was, and how much better she was in bed. I really wanted to get under Veronica's skin.
Veronica called me right after she got the pictures. Her speech was slurred, because she was so high. She tried to act all arrogant: "The only thing those pictures prove is that you're still thinking about me and you're still all fucked up about me."
Well, duh! Of course I was still hurting. Of course she was all I could think about. All the stuff with her and Kim in my guest bed, and then driving off with a crack dealer, had just happened 2 or 3 days ago. For almost a year, I thought we were going to have a future together. She had told me a bunch of times she wanted to marry me, and we had talked about where to have the wedding, and where we'd spend our honeymoon, considering she was on probation and we couldn't leave Lee county. She said she'd like to rent a beachfront home on Captiva Island for a week or two. And we had talked all the time about having a baby together. And from one day to the next, my whole future with her evaporated into thin air.
I also called Erin, and told her that Veronica and I didn't work things out after all, and I was ready to meet Erin now. When I told her the whole story of Veronica and her friends running away from rehab, she started laughing and told me that she had been the other driver, who had picked up Kim and Sandra that night. She kicked Kim out of her car in the hood a bit later, because she hated Kim. What a freaky coincidence.
Erin told me Sandra was a good friend of hers. Sandra was a heavyset stud. She and Kim used to date, before Kim started cheating on Sandra with a bunch of people, including Veronica. That's why Sandra hated Veronica now. Erin told me if I wanted to, she could have Sandra call me and tell me everything that Veronica did behind my back, while she was at the Salvation Army.
While Veronica was in rehab, I had met up with her at AA meetings a few times. It was against the rules for inmates to have friends or family attend the meetings, so we had to sneak, but it worked, until Veronica asked her mother Rachel to attend a meeting with her as well. Rachel got offended at the mere suggestion that she might have a substance abuse problem, and called the rehab people to tell them that her daughter asked her to come to a meeting with her. After that, Veronica was no longer allowed to attend meetings outside of the Salvation Army.
But prior to that, I had met Veronica at several AA meetings, at the Cape Coral Hospital and at the church on Hancock Parkway, and she had introduced me to some of her rehab friends, including Sandra.
During one meeting, Veronica suddenly got up and whispered that she had to use the bathroom. Sandra, who was sitting on Veronica's other side, leaned over to me while Veronica was gone, and said: "You know, it's none of my business, but I just wanted to let you know that Veronica is doing really good. You should be proud of her. She's not talking to any other guys or girls. She's totally faithful to you."
For some reason, the way she said that made me suspicious and I had a feeling that Veronica had put her up to saying that.
Sure enough, when Erin asked Sandra to call me, and I asked her about that meeting a few weeks earlier, she admitted that Veronica had made her say that. Then she told me that Veronica was cheating on me the whole time in rehab.
After Sandra ran away from rehab with Veronica and the others, she was now hiding at her friend Coconut's house. Coconut was also a drug addicted stud, and like Snickers, Coconut had also spent more time in jail than out. And she had also dated almost every other girl in jail at some point or another. Veronica had been hitting on her, too, while she was in jail. Coconut didn't like Veronica, so when she heard Sandra talking to me on the phone, telling me what a lying cheater Veronica had been in rehab, Coconut wanted to speak to me as well, and she told me what a lying cheater Veronica had been in jail prior to rehab.
When Sandra had lied to me during that AA meeting a few weeks earlier, it wasn't the only time Veronica asked other people to lie to me for her.
The morning when I caught Veronica crushing up a D at my kitchen sink, and she claimed she was making Lime Jello, she primed Kim to lie to my later that day and pretend that she and Veronica had really made Jello. And I caught her having people lie to me a few more times later on.
Anyway, Erin was a pretty 25-year-old with long dark hair. When we finally met, after Veronica ran away with Kim and started posting ads on Backpage, Erin and I ended up having sex twice that evening. The next day I drove to New York.
Patty had emailed me out of nowhere again, just a few days before Veronica was about to run away from rehab. She wrote: "I'm going to be at my sister's place in Tampa for a week. Let me know if you feel like getting together. I miss you. We haven't seen each other in ages. You're welcome to come stay with me at my sister's. I still want to get pregnant and have a baby, so if you want, we could have sex as often as you want every day, and whatever happens happens."
Tempting. But nooo thank youuu. I didn't want to have a baby with a crazy lady. I just ignored her. I wanted to have a baby with Veronica, and nobody else.
Now, about a week or two later, while I was on my way to New York, I saw on my cell that Patty had emailed me again: "Please call me. It's important. I need to talk to you."
I was on I-95, driving north through the woods in South Carolina. I was bored, so I called her: "Hey, it's been forever. How ya been? What's up?"
She sounded really upset: "Remember when I emailed you last week and told you I'd like you to get me pregnant? Well, to be honest, you weren't the only one I asked. There's this guy, Aaron. I met him about 4 or 5 years ago. We dated for a few days, and then I never saw him since, but we talked on the phone every now and then. A few weeks ago I also asked him, if he wanted to get me pregnant. He said yes. He lives in Tampa. I've been staying with him for the past week, not with my sister."
"Wow." I didn't really know what to say. By now I was used to love-starved drug addicts desperately throwing themselves at a bunch of people at the same time, but the fact that Patty asked me and another guy at the same time to get her pregnant just seemed really sad and sleazy at the same time. I felt a little hurt and insulted, because I wasn't as special to my stalker as I thought I was.
Her "relationship" with this guy sounded just like her "relationship" with me. Both Aaron and I had only spent a little time with her years ago, and now we were her A-team for putting a baby in her? That's just sad.
Patty started to cry while she continued talking: "So I've been staying with Aaron for the past week. And we had sex at least onc
e a day every day. I was really falling for him. And I thought he liked me, too. But then I went through his phone and saw that he's been texting this other girl. And he's been talking shit about me to her. He texted her that I'm really annoying, and that I give the worst blowjobs ever!"
Aww. I felt so bad for her. She was so deeply hurt.
"When you told me a few years ago that my blowjobs are the worst ever, I thought you were just being mean," she cried. "But now Aaron told that other girl the same thing about me. So I guess it's really true. What am I doing wrong?"
I just felt sooo bad for her at that moment. I tried to calm her down: "It's not that you're doing anything wrong, sweetie. It just... well... everybody is different. Some people like really fast, hard, sloppy blowjobs. But I prefer it slow and gentle. Romantic. Sensual. And I guess Aaron does, too. I'm sure a lot of guys would love your sloppy blowjobs."
Somehow that didn't sound right.
Patty told me that she was so hurt, she wanted to hurt him back. She told me about her revenge plans. They sounded pretty crazy, but I could empathize. I knew exactly how she felt right now. I told Patty what happened with Veronica. Somehow it made Patty feel a little bit better, knowing that I felt just as wounded and betrayed as she did, because Veronica had hurt me so badly, when she ran off with Kim.
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