Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey (67 page)

She gave me Veronica's letter to Wendy. The
letter contained the same retarded drivel she had written me and
dozens of other people in the past. The funny thing was that
Wendy's birthday was right after Thanksgiving, and mine was right
before. Veronica wrote both of us almost exactly the same thing,
that she was sorry she couldn't be with us on our birthday, and
that she would make it up to us, once she got out of jail. And that
she was looking forward to a life together with us. Comparing the
two letters was like looking inside the mind of a deranged basket
case.

Cassidy stayed with me for the next few
days, and was clean. We went out to eat with George, watched movies
and I took her to the Coconut Point Mall, so she could fill out
some job applications. She was doing good.

Lucy had left some of her stuff at my house
when I kicked her and Jasmine out, after I caught them in bed
together. A book fell out of her bag. I noticed there were a bunch
of her jail postcards in the front of the book. They were love
letters to and from a bunch of different people.

Once again she mimicked Veronica. She too
had left a bunch of love letters from other people at my house,
when I kicked her and Kim out, after I found them in bed
together.

The most ironic thing was that among Lucy's
left behind letters, there was a reply from Snickers. The same girl
who had written all those replies to Veronica.

A few days later, I saw on the Sheriff's
website, that Lucy, Jasmine and Wigger all got arrested on the same
day. Jasmine bonded out later that day, so I called her and asked
her what happened.

She told me Wigger got arrested while
selling drugs at some club, and Lucy and Jasmine got arrested at a
hotel room. Apparently the two incidents were unrelated. Lucy and
Jasmine had been staying in hotel rooms together, ever since I
kicked them out.

Lucy was tricking on Backpage, and the
security guy at the hotel noticed that a bunch of guys were coming
and going all night long, so he called the cops. When they checked
the room, they found drugs. Jasmine admitted that the Suboxone was
hers, but Lucy wouldn't take credit for her drugs. Jasmine said
Lucy threw her under the bus. She was pissed at her.

A day or two later, Lucy bonded herself out
of jail, and called me to pick her up. I told her Cassidy was
staying with me, and she was sober, so I asked Lucy to promise that
she wouldn't do any drugs in front of Cassidy: "Can you not do
drugs? At least for a few hours?"

"Yeah, don't worry. Just come get me," she
replied.

I picked her up at the jail and we were
going to head home, when Lucy asked me to make a stop at the Howard
Johnson.

"For what?" I asked. Of course I knew the
answer.

"I just wanna get a D," Lucy replied.

"But you just promised on the phone that you
would not do any drugs while you're staying with me. I don't want
you to make Cassidy relapse," I said.

"Come on, you know I lied. I just wanna do a
pill now, and then I'll be straight."

Then she started asking me questions about
Cassidy. I could tell she was jealous that some other girl was
staying with me: "Where am I going to sleep? Does Cassidy think I'm
just some whore to you, or does she know I'm your girlfriend? You
better tell her that I'm going to be sleeping in your bed with
you."

I told her that wasn't necessary. Cassidy
had a boyfriend, who was in the Salvation Army rehab program, and I
didn't need to announce ahead of time that Lucy would be sleeping
in bed with me.

When we got to the hotel, she disappeared in
some dope boy's room for 20 minutes. I figured she was fucking him
to get some drugs. I was totally disgusted and left.

She called me back after I had already
driven half way home.

"Why did you leave me stranded like this?"
she asked.

"I'm not gonna sit in the parking lot while
you fuck someone else. Sorry." I hated that she really didn't get,
or didn't care, how much it hurt me when she did this shit.

"I wasn't fucking him. I just smoked some
crack in his bathroom. I swear! Please come back and get me. I
don't want to stay here. I want to stay with you."

So I turned around and picked her up.

Then she said now she needed to go to
Liberty Bailbonds on Fowler Street, and drop off some money, or
she'd get sent back to jail.

She had a jail check for $100, but Liberty
wouldn't accept it. They told her to cash it first. So I drove her
to a gas station, she got the money, and we headed back to
Liberty.

Afterwards she told me she needed to pick up
her clothes from Jasmine. For some strange reason, Jasmine was now
sharing a room with Nicole, even though they didn't even know each
other.

As it turned out, Lucy's sugar daddy Cho had
been buying his crack from Wigger, so Jasmine had run into Cho a
few times, when she was riding around with Wigger. When she had
nowhere to go, she called Cho, and he told her to stay with Nicole.
He knew that she was Lucy's aunt and also an addict, who was
staying at a room at the Days Inn in North Fort Myers.

When Lucy and I arrived at the Days Inn, she
disappeared in another hotel room. I texted her that I wasn't going
to wait yet another 20 minutes.

Cassidy had asked me if it was ok if her
cousin Claudia came to visit her today, and now they were both at
my place together, without me, because I was driving around
aimlessly with Lucy. I had briefly met Claudia, but I really didn't
know her from a hole in the head. I didn't want to come home and
find out that Claudia robbed me. So I was only going to quickly
pick up Lucy from jail and take her straight home with me. I wasn't
going to chauffeur her around on a bunch of drug errands all day.
We hadn't even been talking to each other anymore since I had
kicked her and Jasmine out. I really only picked her up from jail,
because I didn't want her to be stranded.

I texted Lucy: "If u don't come out of room
in 5 minutes, I'll leave." After 10 minutes I texted her: "That's
it. I'm leaving. Bye."

Suddenly Nicole texted me back: "Can u give
me a ride across the bridge?"

"Sure," I texted back. "But u gotta come out
RIGHT NOW. I'm just about to pull out of the parking lot."

Nicole came running out of the room and down
the stairs. Lucy followed her. I hadn't seen Nicole in a few days,
because she had disappeared all night when she said she was only
going to do a tattoo for an hour. I had been hanging out with
Cassidy since then, and we ended up getting pretty close.

Anyway, Nicole was quicker than Lucy. When
Nicole got in, she had a really sad, guilty look on her face. She
knew I was mad at her, because she had been ditching me so much
lately. She hugged me, gave me a kiss, and told me that she loved
me and that she was sorry for the way she had been acting lately. I
knew it was the drugs that made her act so grimey and unreliable,
so I didn't say anything. Then Lucy got into the backseat.

I thought Nicole wanted a ride across the
bridge to go home to Lucy's grandfather's house. But instead, now
she and Lucy were arguing about where to get the biggest bags of
heroin for their money. Lucy convinced Nicole they should go back
to the Howard Johnson.

As we approached the Howard Johnson, I
realized that Nicole would ask me to drive her back to the Days
Inn, and Lucy said she wanted me to take her to yet another place,
to get her clothes, because Jasmine wasn't at the Days Inn anymore
when we got there earlier. This was getting ridiculous. I wasn't a
fucking drug cab. I just wanted to go home. I had been driving Lucy
around for hours now.

When she and Nicole got out of the car and
disappeared in the dope boy's hotel room, I just left.

Lucy and Nicole both called and texted me,
asking me to come back, but I was sick of this shit. I just went
home.

The next day, Cassidy was meeting up with
her boyfriend at the Salvation Army, and Lucy asked me to come get
her at the Days Inn. When I walked into the hotel room, Nicole and
Lucy were in the middle of shooting up. I had seen Lucy do it so
many times, but she was still shy about it. She felt dirty and
disgusting when she shot up, and she didn't want me to see her with
a needle in her arm, because she was ashamed. She tried to hide in
the bathroom.

Nicole used to be very shy about it, too.
But she had slept over at my place so many times by now, and we
were so comfortable around each other, she was not shy in front of
me at all anymore, about anything. She walked around my house
naked, pretended to be talking with her butt cheeks, danced her
funny little dance while singing along to her favorite rock songs,
let me see her without make-up, and shot up in bed right next to
me.

While Lucy was walking into the bathroom to
shoot up where I wouldn't see her, she noticed that Nicole was
sitting on the bed across from me, and sticking the needle in her
arm.

She was surprised, and said: "You're gonna
do that in front of Oliver?"

"Yeah," is all Nicole said. She was
busy.

They were texting and answering their
phones, introducing themselves by their hooker names. They were
obviously both tricking on Backpage together now. They offered guys
two girl specials.

Abby and her sister Tabby used to fuck guys
together. And apparently now Lucy and her aunt Nicole were doing
the same thing. I didn't want either one of them to trick on
Backpage. I couldn't stand the thought of them fucking some guy
together. I know, I sound like a hypocrite, because I was having
sex with both of them. But that was different, because I really
cared about both of them. And it's not like I was in bed with both
of them at the same time.

Then I started getting pissed at Lucy. It
was bad enough that she was tricking on Backpage. But now she had
dragged down Nicole to her level, and she was now doing it too,
even though a few weeks ago she had told me she could never bring
herself to have sex with random guys for money, because she wasn't
the kind of girl who sleeps around. She said she wasn't like Lucy.
But after spending a few weeks with Lucy, now she was exactly that
kind of girl.

Lucy had said she wanted to talk to me,
about us, about rehab, about the future. But once I got to the
hotel, she and Nicole were busy getting high, and answering their
phones to fuck other guys. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to
get out of there.

Then Nicole told me she had a call in Bonita
Springs, and asked me if I would give her a ride there on my way
home. I didn't think she was seriously asking me to drive her to go
fuck someone else. I thought she was trying to find an excuse to
come home with me, without Lucy getting suspicious. I agreed to
drive her.

Lucy didn't want Nicole and me to leave
without her. She said she wanted to come with us, because she
wanted to stay with me, while her aunt was going to fuck some guy
in Bonita Springs. But when we walked out the door, there was some
weasely guy with black, greasy hair waiting in front of the door.
Hey nodded at me with a grin and said "aayyy," like he was The Fonz
from Happy Days. I just wanted to punch that douchebag in his
stupid face. He was here to fuck my sweet little Lucy. I couldn't
take it. She told him to hold on for a second, and closed the door
again.

"I don't want to fuck him," Lucy whispered
to me. "I'll tell Nicole to do him, and I'll come home with
you."

But Nicole didn't want to fuck him either.
She had already run down to my car.

"Just tell that guy he got the wrong room,
and come with us," I told Lucy. But I guess she didn't want to lose
out on the money, so she stayed and fucked him. I hated her so
much.

While Nicole and I were driving back to
Bonita Springs, she kissed me. Then she leaned her head against my
shoulder, held my hand, and told me she loved me. Then she gave me
the address of the guy she was going to fuck.

"What?!?! You're really going to fuck
someone else? You are seriously asking me to drive you to some
other guy's house, and you're going to fuck him? Are you fucking
KIDDING me?"

She broke down crying. She was so ashamed of
herself: "This is not me! I don't do this kind of stuff. I'm not
like Lucy. I'm just doing it for a day or two, to take care of some
bills. I'm not a whore!"

"That's what every girl says, who starts
doing this."

"Don't compare me to those dirty whores on
Backpage! I don't like doing this! I hate it! And I'm not gonna
keep doing it! I'm just doing it for a day or two, to pay some
bills!" she repeated. She was sobbing so hard. She was really upset
at the thought that I would think of her as a dirty whore.

I replied: "Sweetie, I'm not trying to make
you feel like shit about yourself. But I'm really hurt that you are
seriously going to do this. I can't stand it. Don't you understand
that? After meeting Alice, and Veronica, and Lucy, and all their
drug addicted friends, I know that no girl likes tricking. They may
pretend they like it, because of the fast money, or they may
pretend that doing it doesn't bother them, but I know they all hate
it."