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Chapter 13 and we're closing in on the end of their time on Sulminda!
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The alarm sounded, trying to pull Karen out of her slumber. She kept her eyes shut as she reached out from under the covers, smacking at her comm to shut it up. After a couple of attempts, she grabbed it and dragged it back under the covers with her to snooze it. Chills crept over her, making her snug the covers around her while she scooted backward in search of Von and his warmth. However, her short search only found coolness when she edged across the bed.
Where did he…??
Realization finally pierced the fog of sleep as she remembered telling Von that she needed to go home to pack and actually get some sleep. While that had been a perfectly reasonable decision at the time, now she found herself grumbling about the lack of warmth that an extra body under the covers with her would have supplied and wondered if getting more sleep had really been more important than…well, she could still spend time with him tonight before heading out tomorrow. After all, she did want to talk with him about the job and that wouldn’t take too long. Plenty of time after that, right?
The petite brunette began a lazy stretch, then reflexively tucked her legs back tight against her body when her foot found a cold spot on her mattress. A short but rather throaty growl came out from under the covers as she gave up trying to get comfortable so she could sleep until her alarm went off again.
May as well get up and moving.
Resigning herself to getting out of bed, Karen swung her legs off the bed as she threw back the covers. “Holy shit!”
The exclamation hung in the frigid air in front of her. Gooseflesh broke out across her skin while she curled into a ball and wrapped the covers back around herself in a vain attempt to retain some body heat. “Why is it so cold in here?”
Her comm decided this was the perfect time to sound off, chiming loudly in its effort to remind her that she needed to get out of bed today. Karen finally found its hiding spot under her pillow and silenced the noisy device. Moving around during the search had allowed more cold air to find her, which set her teeth to chattering while she jabbed at the comm’s screen to call Von. Her shaking was severe enough that it took a couple of attempts before she was able to start the video call. It trilled as it attempted to connect, then she saw the side of his face as he spoke with someone offscreen.
He finished and began speaking as he turned toward her screen. “Hey, it’s crazy busy, can I call you…” -he looked at her shivering face- “ah, shit.”
“N…not a ni…nice thing to s…say to me,” she stammered out. “My ap…partment is free…ezing. You look l…like hell, t…too.”
“Sorry. Been a rough morning. What’s wrong?”
Karen managed to get her chattering under control. “Woke up and the room was freezing, could even see my breath. Can you fix it?”
Von shook his head in reply. “Something happened to the complex’s entire climate system, your room is the other extreme. Got one guest whose room was on its way to boiling water…with him in it...before we shut off power to it.”
“So, what do I d…do?”
“Are you naked?” he asked.
“Is this r...really the time for that?”
He laughed at the question. “The only way to stop what’s going on is to kill power to your room. Before doing that, I’d recommend opening the doors so you can get out, which I can do from here as an emergency measure. I figured you didn’t want to be naked and have them open on you, so I asked.”
“You a...asked if I was naked, not if I was dr...dressed.”
She wasn’t amused at his smile when he responded. “Well, you look to be under covers, so I figured you were still in bed. While my experience on the topic is limited, I’ve only seen you sleep in the nude.”
“And if you w...want to see me that way again, I sug...gest you get that smile off your f...face,” she scolded him. Von couldn’t quite clear his expression, but he managed to squelch the smile to a half grin. Another shiver racked through her.
“Lemmegetdressednyoucnopendoor,” she blurted out.
There were chimes from Von’s end of the call. “I’ll keep the line open, just tell me when you’re ready. I’ve got to answer these calls, though. Come see me when you’re out?” he asked.
Karen managed a small nod and set the phone down. Ok, this is just like survival training. You were plenty cold then, too, she reminded herself. Of course, she had also never been naked during that part of said training, but there was nothing to be done for that fact. After setting her jaw and taking a couple of deep breaths to prepare for the cold, she threw back her covers and got to work.
A few minutes later, Karen staggered out of her open apartment door, dressed and carrying her duffle bag, along with a piece of rolling luggage. Compared to the room she had just left, the hallway felt like a sauna. She took a moment to bask in the relative heat, rubbing her arms and face before flapping her clothes around her to let the cold out. Once her face had some feeling back in it, she headed toward the front desk, only to find Von swamped in a flood of angry beings from several races. He finally noticed her waving her comm to catch his attention. She pulled it down in front of her and tapped the screen before looking back up at him. Going to the Bel, call me when you can, please. His attention flicked down to his desk, then nodded a reply back to her message.
Karen took her leave at that point, lugging her belongings to the hangar. Once she made it, she waved at the security officer on duty and continued to the Bel. To her surprise, Steve and Kyle were already there and working on cleaning the remaining rooms.
“Guys, I’m impressed. This is looking good,” she told them. “Why in so early, though?”
Kyle shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep, so I came in early. Steve’s only been here for a bit.”
“True,” Steve agreed. “I woke up and he was gone. Figured I may as well join him, but didn’t figure it was time for you to be here yet.” He noticed her bags. “Getting an early start on moving?”
“The climate controls at my hab complex went nuts, practically froze me out of the room. I’d already packed, so I brought my bags with me and figured I’d stay in my cabin tonight,” she explained. The men nodded their understanding and she left them to their work.
Once she climbed the three sets of stairs that put her on the bridge level, Karen spoke out loud. “Morning, Harvey. You up?”
Silly question, Karen. You know I don’t sleep.”
“You’re also leaving the guys alone, so I couldn’t be sure,” she replied, grinning as she turned into the bridge corridor.
Well, they were actually doing a good job, so I left them alone. I can change that, if you’d like?
“No, I think they’re fine as they are,” Karen told him as she entered her cabin, letting out an oomph as she dropped the duffle bag onto her bunk. “How are we sitting for the trip? Fuel and stuff, I mean.”
A moment passed before Harvey answered. “Fuel is topped off and the checks show all systems as green. Unless you’ve stocked up on foodstuffs, though, you’re likely to get hungry before we get to Fargo.
“That’s the plan for today. I’ll go talk to the chef and see if he has any special requests before I head out. Oh, I almost forgot,” she paused as she pulled out her dataslate and found the message about their job. She looked over it again and continued, “can you check the local datanet and see if any vendors are carrying medical supplies in bulk?”
I can...and done. There are a couple, but why in bulk?
“The job is shipping medical supplies out to Fargo, so I figured there was a need. Figured we could carry some extra out there and sell it to make some extra money,” she said.
Harvey was quiet for a few minutes. “I just checked the system for the prices on medical out of that system...it’s about the same as here. Admittedly, this looks to be old info, but I don’t think you could make much money on it.
“Oh. Well, since you’re looking, is there anything we can turn a quick profit on?”
Another pause. “Nothing noteworthy. Everything we could get here looks to either be cheaper there or not worth the effort to haul.”
“Well, crap. I’ll still look into the medical, since we’re hauling that anyway.”
Fair enough."
Karen headed back to her crew, checking through the two upper tier and four middle tier rooms on her way back down. Satisfaction flowed through her at the improvement the rooms showed, especially given what had probably occurred in them during the previous crew’s occupation. A shiver ran through her as she shook off the thought and continued her trek to the bottom tier rooms. She found the two men moving into one of the rooms closest to the lower engineering access. Since they hadn’t noticed her yet, she glanced at the other three rooms and approved of their state, particularly the galley.
“Hey guys. Got a question for you before you get started on that last room. Also, nice job on cleaning them all so fast and well,” Karen began. “How did you get them done so fast?”
“It’s mostly him,” Steve told her, pointing at Kyle.
“What can I say? Told you I couldn’t sleep, so I came and cleaned,” the lanky man commented.
“I’m heading to the markets to buy some basics. Anything you guys would like or would recommend that I get?”
Steve shrugged but Kyle’s eyes seemed to light up at the question. He began listing off items like various soup bases, dried fruits and vegetables, pasta, rice or some kind of grain equivalent, along with several other dry goods. “Oh, and any spices you can find! You’d be surprised at the difference those can make in a dish.”
Karen chuckled at his enthusiasm. “I’ll do what I can, but I’ve got to make some limited funds last for a couple more weeks.”
Kyle raised a hand in deference when he said, “Sorry, I get excited sometimes.”
“Okay, then I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she said. “I’ll let you know shortly if I need help with anything.” After getting acknowledgements from both of them, Karen walked through the cargo bay toward the bay door. “Hey Harvey, want to go shopping with me?”
Do I want to...do you think I’m a child, Karen?” Harvey asked, an offended tone in his voice.
“Well, if you must know…”
No, wait, don’t answer that. Sure, I’ll tag along. Someone needs to keep you from spending all of our funds, after all,” he told her.
“But of course,” she responded, smiling as she exited the security bay and headed toward the market. The walk and conversation started off well, since Harvey had made a list of what Kyle had asked for, as well as being able to easily calculate the probable operating costs for the Fargo Station run, but it didn’t take long for them to disagree. Karen and Harvey started arguing about how much funds they should keep in reserve. After a couple of minutes, Karen started noticing that other beings were staring at her as she kept up what looked to be a loud one-sided conversation, though Harvey was in her ear repeating his point about what supplies they actually needed for the short trip to and from Fargo Station.
I mean, it just seems like an easy way to cut down on how much we spend before we even leave on our first job.
She took a moment to pull out her comm, tap the screen, and lift it to her ear before answering him.
“It would be, if we knew we were coming straight back here. I’d rather build up some basics while we can,” she answered.
Karen, why are you talking into an inactive comm?
“Because we were getting loud and beings were starting to look at us,” she explained, resuming a slow stroll toward the market.
Oh. Well, they weren’t looking at me, because I’m not there, so it must have been because of you.
“Harvey,” she grumbled in warning.
I mean, if you weren’t so loud…
“You’re going to get cut off,” she threatened.
It’s not like I’m Von, you can’t threaten me that-
The link went silent as she lifted her finger from the remote communication icon on her comm’s screen. After a couple of deep breaths, Karen counted to ten and tapped the icon again.
I can’t believe you did that! Harvey exclaimed.
“And I’ll do it again if you can’t settle down,” she said. A thought occurred to her. “What did you mean about Von?”
I meant that you can’t threaten me like you can Von.
“Meaning?”
Meaning you can’t cut me off because I’m not having sex with you, even if I could. Blech.
“What makes you think I’m having sex with Von?” she asked, more than a little irritated at the disgust Harvey managed to convey, though she wasn’t sure exactly why it irritated her.
Because I heard you last night. I did just say you were loud, after all, he answered.
Karen felt her cheeks burning. “You heard? How did you...wait, don’t-”
You left your slate set up after dinner. I couldn’t help but hear, not with you two going at it like-
Her finger came off the icon again, her face red as embarrassment settled in. She stepped to the side of the walkway and sat on a nearby bench to collect herself. There was no way Harvey wasn’t going to let go of this, she knew that much. Her comm trilled, drawing her attention down to see who was trying to contact her. To her relief, it was Von. A tap on the screen allowed the call to come in.
“Sorry it took so long to call, but I just now got everyone taken care of. I can’t be long because the maintenance team is supposed to be here in a bit,” he said. He noticed her coloring. “Everything ok?”
“It was, right up until Harvey mentioned that he heard us last night and said blech,” she told him.
“Well, he was chatting with us through dinner. What’s the big...oh,” he said, realizing what she meant.
“Yeah. Oh. You know he’ll bring this up, all the time, too.”
She saw a determined look cross Von’s face. “And?” he asked her.
“What do you mean, ‘and’?”
“And...so what if he does? We’re consenting adults and we enjoyed ourselves last night,” he said. Her expression changed, though her red coloring actually deepened. Wha? He lowered his voice. “You did enjoy yourself, right? Because I know I did.”
“I’d say, if I hadn’t enjoyed myself so much, Harvey wouldn’t have known what was going on,” she half-whispered and gave a giggle.
His face brightened into a smile at her answer. “Then to hell with that asshole, right?”
“Right.” She smiled back at him.
“And if he doesn’t like it, we might even do it again. Maybe make him watch next time.”
Her smile quickly shifted to a look of horror. “What? Oh no. Nonononono.”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, “at least about the part of making him watch. I would like to see you again before you leave tomorrow, though. Think we can make that happen?”
Her relief was almost palpable through the screen. “Yeah, I think so, but is your apartment ok, with everything that went on?”
“Actually, I’ve got to find someplace for the night. Maintenance said they should get it done at some point before morning, but I’m not staying there until it’s fixed. Dry heat, my ass, I’m not trying to sleep in an oven, you know?”
“I’m staying in my cabin tonight. You could come over, if nothing else,” she offered.
Von looked surprised. “What about Harvey?”
“Let me deal with him.”
“Fair enough.” She saw Von look over the camera’s view. “They’re here, so I’ve got to go. Talk to you later?”
“You know it. Take care, Von,” she told him.
“You too.” The call disconnected. Karen took a moment before reconnecting Harvey’s link and telling him, “Before you start with me, we need to talk.”
Yes, Captain? Harvey asked in a bland, neutral tone.
Hmm, not sure if he’s biding his time to be a jerk or not, she thought. “Let me ask you something first. We’re friends, right?”
As far as I know, yes, but I didn’t think friends hung up on each other, either.
“Friends also don’t poke the bear, either.”
You mean like Von po-
“That’s enough, Harvey. I mean it,” she snapped at him, cutting off the smarmy remark. “Another word like that and I’ll cut off the connection. Permanently. Do you understand?”
Yes, Captain.
“And enough of that. It sounds like you’re sulking,” Karen told the AI.
Yes, Captain, he responded, but this time she heard what almost sounded like a laugh in his reply.
She decided that was good enough for her. “Now that we’ve settled that, can you tell me why you give me such a hard time sometimes?”
Because I thought that’s what friends do to each other.
“You think that friends embarrass each other in front of other people all the time?”
Yeah. Don’t they? I’ve never really had a friend before, you know.
Karen shook her head softly, knowing Harvey could pick up on the motion through her implant. “Sorry. It’s easy to forget that sometimes, Harv, but no, that’s a ‘pick your moment’ kind of thing.”
Pick your moment? She couldn’t remember hearing Harvey sound confused before.
“Yeah, pick your moment. Means pick a good time to do something, not just when you want to gig someone. You also have to realize that not everything is appropriate to let other people know about, ok? What I choose to do in private is nobody else’s business, you understand?”
If it’s nobody else’s business, then why did you leave the slate on for me to listen in? he asked in a petulant tone. I had to listen to you two… Harvey noticed her blood pressure and pulse rate were increasing ...this is one of those times to pick my moment, isn’t it?
“Why yes, it is,” she answered through gritted teeth. “Nice of you to notice. That was an accident, and you didn’t have to listen in, you know.”
Ok, I know now. I thought you left it on on purpose.
“Maybe next time I’ll leave a sock on the door knob.”
There aren’t...you don’t have doorknobs on the ship…
Karen had to take a minute to get her giggling under control. “It’s just a saying. You’ve got the datanet handy, let me know if you can find out what it means. I’m heading on to the market, but I want to be sure that you understand that you shouldn’t spend so much time giving friends a hard time?”
I understand, I guess, he said. It’ll take time for me to learn, since it’s not like I’ve done this… Karen noticed a distracted tone as Harvey trailed off. Oh, just...eww! People use socks for...why would anyone hang a sock for...ack! Why did you make me look that up? You humans are gross!
“Fair’s fair, Harvey,” she answered, then started laughing. It started off small, but before long, it had developed into a full on belly laugh, complete with tears, that had beings around her wondering what was going on. A few minutes later, Karen entered the market with a smile plastered on her face and she began shopping.
Karen managed to wrap up shopping over an hour later. She felt like she’d spent more time working through the list and deciding what not to get than actually buying anything. Guess Kyle’s spices will have to wait.
“Ok, Harvey, hit me with the bad news. Do we have anything to spare to purchase any medical supply cargo to take with us?”
Well, since you actually listened to my advice in the market, it looks like we have enough to buy a couple of crates. I want to remind you that the prices don’t look like we’ll turn much of a profit on them, but it’s your call.
“Then we’ll take a chance and buy one crate. I’d hope that we’d be able to sell it, since we’re already transporting some for the job. Can you go ahead and buy it, see if they’ll deliver to the Bel this afternoon?”
Sure thing...and done. Someone will need to be there to sign for the delivery.
“Not a problem, I’ve got nowhere else to be for a while. I’ll take these supplies back now, you mind letting the guys know I’m on my way?”
I can do that.
“Good. Let’s get this done.”
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Throughout the rest of the morning and the following afternoon, Karen, Steve, and Kyle spent time stowing supplies and double checking the Bel to make sure she was ready for the next day’s trip. Harvey walked them through each area and was barely even an asshole about it. Captain and crew only had to endure the occasional jab that none of them could do the work it took to make sure everything worked just right. Karen gave him a bit of praise that his people skills were improving, which seemed to mollify him.
Given their choice of cabins, it was no surprise that both men picked rooms on the middle tier, as the ship’s shared showers and restroom were there. While each cabin had its own toilet that stashed away under the sink, only Karen’s quarters had a private shower, small as it was. They had just finished the walkthrough when her comm trilled for a video call. She smiled when she saw it was Von.
“Well, hello there,” she said. “You look like you’ve seen better days.”
Von laughed. “I’ve seen a lot worse, too, but at least this one is over. Got all of the tenants settled and left maintenance to finish up, so I’m free for the evening. Is your offer still good?”
He noticed a glint flash through her eyes. “Why, yes it is. I was about to release Steve and Kyle for the night, then get cleaned up. Give me thirty minutes?”
“Make it forty-five, I’ve got something to take care of first. That work for you?”
“Yup, see you then,” she told him.
“See you then,” he replied and disconnected.
Karen turned to see her crew looking at her. Before anyone could say anything, she blurted out, “Yes, we’re together.”
Steve said, “We know, wasn’t hard to tell last night,” as Kyle focused on a different part of her conversation.
“So we’re good to go?”
She nodded in relief that the Von part of the conversation didn't go any further. “Just don’t get into trouble. We’ve got to meet the customer in the morning.”
Kyle smiled at her. “You know me.”
“I do,” she replied before turning to Steve. “You’re going with him, right?”
She ignored Kyle’s “Ah, come on,” as Steve assured her that he’d try to keep Kyle in line for the night. That settled, the men left the cargo bay to clean up for their last night out. Karen walked up the stairs on the other side of the first landing and headed to her cabin. She took time for a shower to wash the day’s grime off of her, then quickly dug through her bags to find a change of clothes. While she’d managed to get everything moved over to her cabin, she had not managed to get anything cleaned, and she found herself stuck with only a pair of shorts and a loose shirt to wear.
Beats wearing a flight suit for the evening, but I really need to pick up some other clothes soon. It’ll have to do for now, she decided and got dressed. Shortly afterward, Karen was surprised to hear someone rapping on her cabin door. She opened it to see Von with his hands full. “How did you get in?”
“I knocked on the cargo door and Harvey let me in,” he explained before smiling and holding out a bottle to her. “Punch?”
A merry laugh escaped from her, both at the memory and his ease in poking fun about it. She gripped the hand the bottle was in and leaned in to give him an easy kiss on the lips before taking it from him. "What's the rest of that?"
"Take out from Sal's. Figured you might be hungry, so I picked something up. I bought your first meal there, thought I'd buy the last one before you leave."
Harvey chose that moment to pipe up. "That was nice of the man, wasn't it Karen?"
There was something in his tone that rubbed Von the wrong way. He watched as Karen's expression...the only word he could use to describe it was shifted. Her smile wasn't quite the same as a minute ago, but it wasn't her wicked grin either.
"Hey Harvey." The words came out tersely.
"Yes?"
"Doorknob."
There was a moment of silence before Harvey responded. "Gack! OK, I'm going, I'm going! Have a nice night. GOOD BYE."
Von gave Karen a questioning look, only to have her hold up a hand. "Harvey, you there?" After getting no reply, Karen lowered her hand and chuckled.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"He and I had a chat this morning, I was just reminding him of a point I made. Come on in."
Von followed her inside and placed the food bins on a small table Karen had folded down from the wall beside her bed. He looked around for a seat but didn't see one.
"Yeah, sorry about that. There's supposed to be a chair as part of the table but it was missing when I bought her," she explained.
"Guess I'll just have to share the bed, huh?" he said, waggling his eyebrows as he did.
"For now, at any rate," she shot back with a wink.
He handed her a bin of food, grabbed his own, and they began eating. After a bit, she uncapped the ruzóólue berry punch and took a drink, looking at Von with a mischievous grin.
"Want a taste?"
Von noticed her grin and matched it. "Taste after the meal settles?" She nodded and handed him the bottle before setting the food containers on the table. He took a pull.
"That'll do, I guess. I wanted to ask if you would come with us?"
He gave a short snort and nearly spat his drink out, then started to choke when he tried to keep the liquid in his mouth. He managed to swallow it before coughing several times to clear his throat.
"Sorry, it's not what you think. I thought I'd know when you were going to ask," he explained and cleared his throat a final time. "Im afraid I can't."
The shocked look on Karen's face tore at him, so he hurried to continue. "My job is under contract. If I break it, I have to pay back the bonus. It'll also make it hard to get a similar job later."
"Oh," she said. "What if I was offering you a job?"
"I'd thank you but decline. What kind of guy would you think I am if I just broke commitments?"
"Probably the kind of guy not worth making the offer to," she sighed, casting her gaze toward the table.
He cupped her chin and lifted it until her eyes met his. "Exactly. I'm not planning on going anywhere and I'll be here if you come back."
Von watched her expression soften before she spoke. "When I come back, I definitely want to see you again."
"We can make that happen." His hand slid from her chin to her cheek. She tilted her head into his palm and he leaned in to kiss her.
/ / /
Steve eased his eyes open to find himself face down on the ground at the bar. What the hell? He moved to get up, only to feel a dull ache at the base of his skull when he did. With a grunt, he started lifting himself off of the floor. “Kyle? You okay?”
The dull ache was joined by a new sharp pain between his shoulders when he was jabbed there with something sharp and a gruff yet clearly female voice spoke.
"He’s busy. Stay on the floor. We'll deal with you in a minute."
Steve thought he recognized the voice. Before he could figure out who the owner was, however, he heard Kyle screaming and turned his head to see three other men surrounding a thrashing lump on the floor. Oh, shit.
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The alarm sounded, trying to pull Karen out of her slumber. She kept her eyes shut as she reached out from under the covers, smacking at her comm to shut it up. After a couple of attempts, she grabbed it and dragged it back under the covers with her to snooze it. Chills crept over her, making her snug the covers around her while she scooted backward in search of Von and his warmth. However, her short search only found coolness when she edged across the bed.
Where did he…??
Realization finally pierced the fog of sleep as she remembered telling Von that she needed to go home to pack and actually get some sleep. While that had been a perfectly reasonable decision at the time, now she found herself grumbling about the lack of warmth that an extra body under the covers with her would have supplied and wondered if getting more sleep had really been more important than…well, she could still spend time with him tonight before heading out tomorrow. After all, she did want to talk with him about the job and that wouldn’t take too long. Plenty of time after that, right?
The petite brunette began a lazy stretch, then reflexively tucked her legs back tight against her body when her foot found a cold spot on her mattress. A short but rather throaty growl came out from under the covers as she gave up trying to get comfortable so she could sleep until her alarm went off again.
May as well get up and moving.
Resigning herself to getting out of bed, Karen swung her legs off the bed as she threw back the covers. “Holy shit!”
The exclamation hung in the frigid air in front of her. Gooseflesh broke out across her skin while she curled into a ball and wrapped the covers back around herself in a vain attempt to retain some body heat. “Why is it so cold in here?”
Her comm decided this was the perfect time to sound off, chiming loudly in its effort to remind her that she needed to get out of bed today. Karen finally found its hiding spot under her pillow and silenced the noisy device. Moving around during the search had allowed more cold air to find her, which set her teeth to chattering while she jabbed at the comm’s screen to call Von. Her shaking was severe enough that it took a couple of attempts before she was able to start the video call. It trilled as it attempted to connect, then she saw the side of his face as he spoke with someone offscreen.
He finished and began speaking as he turned toward her screen. “Hey, it’s crazy busy, can I call you…” -he looked at her shivering face- “ah, shit.”
“N…not a ni…nice thing to s…say to me,” she stammered out. “My ap…partment is free…ezing. You look l…like hell, t…too.”
“Sorry. Been a rough morning. What’s wrong?”
Karen managed to get her chattering under control. “Woke up and the room was freezing, could even see my breath. Can you fix it?”
Von shook his head in reply. “Something happened to the complex’s entire climate system, your room is the other extreme. Got one guest whose room was on its way to boiling water…with him in it...before we shut off power to it.”
“So, what do I d…do?”
“Are you naked?” he asked.
“Is this r...really the time for that?”
He laughed at the question. “The only way to stop what’s going on is to kill power to your room. Before doing that, I’d recommend opening the doors so you can get out, which I can do from here as an emergency measure. I figured you didn’t want to be naked and have them open on you, so I asked.”
“You a...asked if I was naked, not if I was dr...dressed.”
She wasn’t amused at his smile when he responded. “Well, you look to be under covers, so I figured you were still in bed. While my experience on the topic is limited, I’ve only seen you sleep in the nude.”
“And if you w...want to see me that way again, I sug...gest you get that smile off your f...face,” she scolded him. Von couldn’t quite clear his expression, but he managed to squelch the smile to a half grin. Another shiver racked through her.
“Lemmegetdressednyoucnopendoor,” she blurted out.
There were chimes from Von’s end of the call. “I’ll keep the line open, just tell me when you’re ready. I’ve got to answer these calls, though. Come see me when you’re out?” he asked.
Karen managed a small nod and set the phone down. Ok, this is just like survival training. You were plenty cold then, too, she reminded herself. Of course, she had also never been naked during that part of said training, but there was nothing to be done for that fact. After setting her jaw and taking a couple of deep breaths to prepare for the cold, she threw back her covers and got to work.
A few minutes later, Karen staggered out of her open apartment door, dressed and carrying her duffle bag, along with a piece of rolling luggage. Compared to the room she had just left, the hallway felt like a sauna. She took a moment to bask in the relative heat, rubbing her arms and face before flapping her clothes around her to let the cold out. Once her face had some feeling back in it, she headed toward the front desk, only to find Von swamped in a flood of angry beings from several races. He finally noticed her waving her comm to catch his attention. She pulled it down in front of her and tapped the screen before looking back up at him. Going to the Bel, call me when you can, please. His attention flicked down to his desk, then nodded a reply back to her message.
Karen took her leave at that point, lugging her belongings to the hangar. Once she made it, she waved at the security officer on duty and continued to the Bel. To her surprise, Steve and Kyle were already there and working on cleaning the remaining rooms.
“Guys, I’m impressed. This is looking good,” she told them. “Why in so early, though?”
Kyle shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep, so I came in early. Steve’s only been here for a bit.”
“True,” Steve agreed. “I woke up and he was gone. Figured I may as well join him, but didn’t figure it was time for you to be here yet.” He noticed her bags. “Getting an early start on moving?”
“The climate controls at my hab complex went nuts, practically froze me out of the room. I’d already packed, so I brought my bags with me and figured I’d stay in my cabin tonight,” she explained. The men nodded their understanding and she left them to their work.
Once she climbed the three sets of stairs that put her on the bridge level, Karen spoke out loud. “Morning, Harvey. You up?”
Silly question, Karen. You know I don’t sleep.”
“You’re also leaving the guys alone, so I couldn’t be sure,” she replied, grinning as she turned into the bridge corridor.
Well, they were actually doing a good job, so I left them alone. I can change that, if you’d like?
“No, I think they’re fine as they are,” Karen told him as she entered her cabin, letting out an oomph as she dropped the duffle bag onto her bunk. “How are we sitting for the trip? Fuel and stuff, I mean.”
A moment passed before Harvey answered. “Fuel is topped off and the checks show all systems as green. Unless you’ve stocked up on foodstuffs, though, you’re likely to get hungry before we get to Fargo.
“That’s the plan for today. I’ll go talk to the chef and see if he has any special requests before I head out. Oh, I almost forgot,” she paused as she pulled out her dataslate and found the message about their job. She looked over it again and continued, “can you check the local datanet and see if any vendors are carrying medical supplies in bulk?”
I can...and done. There are a couple, but why in bulk?
“The job is shipping medical supplies out to Fargo, so I figured there was a need. Figured we could carry some extra out there and sell it to make some extra money,” she said.
Harvey was quiet for a few minutes. “I just checked the system for the prices on medical out of that system...it’s about the same as here. Admittedly, this looks to be old info, but I don’t think you could make much money on it.
“Oh. Well, since you’re looking, is there anything we can turn a quick profit on?”
Another pause. “Nothing noteworthy. Everything we could get here looks to either be cheaper there or not worth the effort to haul.”
“Well, crap. I’ll still look into the medical, since we’re hauling that anyway.”
Fair enough."
Karen headed back to her crew, checking through the two upper tier and four middle tier rooms on her way back down. Satisfaction flowed through her at the improvement the rooms showed, especially given what had probably occurred in them during the previous crew’s occupation. A shiver ran through her as she shook off the thought and continued her trek to the bottom tier rooms. She found the two men moving into one of the rooms closest to the lower engineering access. Since they hadn’t noticed her yet, she glanced at the other three rooms and approved of their state, particularly the galley.
“Hey guys. Got a question for you before you get started on that last room. Also, nice job on cleaning them all so fast and well,” Karen began. “How did you get them done so fast?”
“It’s mostly him,” Steve told her, pointing at Kyle.
“What can I say? Told you I couldn’t sleep, so I came and cleaned,” the lanky man commented.
“I’m heading to the markets to buy some basics. Anything you guys would like or would recommend that I get?”
Steve shrugged but Kyle’s eyes seemed to light up at the question. He began listing off items like various soup bases, dried fruits and vegetables, pasta, rice or some kind of grain equivalent, along with several other dry goods. “Oh, and any spices you can find! You’d be surprised at the difference those can make in a dish.”
Karen chuckled at his enthusiasm. “I’ll do what I can, but I’ve got to make some limited funds last for a couple more weeks.”
Kyle raised a hand in deference when he said, “Sorry, I get excited sometimes.”
“Okay, then I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she said. “I’ll let you know shortly if I need help with anything.” After getting acknowledgements from both of them, Karen walked through the cargo bay toward the bay door. “Hey Harvey, want to go shopping with me?”
Do I want to...do you think I’m a child, Karen?” Harvey asked, an offended tone in his voice.
“Well, if you must know…”
No, wait, don’t answer that. Sure, I’ll tag along. Someone needs to keep you from spending all of our funds, after all,” he told her.
“But of course,” she responded, smiling as she exited the security bay and headed toward the market. The walk and conversation started off well, since Harvey had made a list of what Kyle had asked for, as well as being able to easily calculate the probable operating costs for the Fargo Station run, but it didn’t take long for them to disagree. Karen and Harvey started arguing about how much funds they should keep in reserve. After a couple of minutes, Karen started noticing that other beings were staring at her as she kept up what looked to be a loud one-sided conversation, though Harvey was in her ear repeating his point about what supplies they actually needed for the short trip to and from Fargo Station.
I mean, it just seems like an easy way to cut down on how much we spend before we even leave on our first job.
She took a moment to pull out her comm, tap the screen, and lift it to her ear before answering him.
“It would be, if we knew we were coming straight back here. I’d rather build up some basics while we can,” she answered.
Karen, why are you talking into an inactive comm?
“Because we were getting loud and beings were starting to look at us,” she explained, resuming a slow stroll toward the market.
Oh. Well, they weren’t looking at me, because I’m not there, so it must have been because of you.
“Harvey,” she grumbled in warning.
I mean, if you weren’t so loud…
“You’re going to get cut off,” she threatened.
It’s not like I’m Von, you can’t threaten me that-
The link went silent as she lifted her finger from the remote communication icon on her comm’s screen. After a couple of deep breaths, Karen counted to ten and tapped the icon again.
I can’t believe you did that! Harvey exclaimed.
“And I’ll do it again if you can’t settle down,” she said. A thought occurred to her. “What did you mean about Von?”
I meant that you can’t threaten me like you can Von.
“Meaning?”
Meaning you can’t cut me off because I’m not having sex with you, even if I could. Blech.
“What makes you think I’m having sex with Von?” she asked, more than a little irritated at the disgust Harvey managed to convey, though she wasn’t sure exactly why it irritated her.
Because I heard you last night. I did just say you were loud, after all, he answered.
Karen felt her cheeks burning. “You heard? How did you...wait, don’t-”
You left your slate set up after dinner. I couldn’t help but hear, not with you two going at it like-
Her finger came off the icon again, her face red as embarrassment settled in. She stepped to the side of the walkway and sat on a nearby bench to collect herself. There was no way Harvey wasn’t going to let go of this, she knew that much. Her comm trilled, drawing her attention down to see who was trying to contact her. To her relief, it was Von. A tap on the screen allowed the call to come in.
“Sorry it took so long to call, but I just now got everyone taken care of. I can’t be long because the maintenance team is supposed to be here in a bit,” he said. He noticed her coloring. “Everything ok?”
“It was, right up until Harvey mentioned that he heard us last night and said blech,” she told him.
“Well, he was chatting with us through dinner. What’s the big...oh,” he said, realizing what she meant.
“Yeah. Oh. You know he’ll bring this up, all the time, too.”
She saw a determined look cross Von’s face. “And?” he asked her.
“What do you mean, ‘and’?”
“And...so what if he does? We’re consenting adults and we enjoyed ourselves last night,” he said. Her expression changed, though her red coloring actually deepened. Wha? He lowered his voice. “You did enjoy yourself, right? Because I know I did.”
“I’d say, if I hadn’t enjoyed myself so much, Harvey wouldn’t have known what was going on,” she half-whispered and gave a giggle.
His face brightened into a smile at her answer. “Then to hell with that asshole, right?”
“Right.” She smiled back at him.
“And if he doesn’t like it, we might even do it again. Maybe make him watch next time.”
Her smile quickly shifted to a look of horror. “What? Oh no. Nonononono.”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, “at least about the part of making him watch. I would like to see you again before you leave tomorrow, though. Think we can make that happen?”
Her relief was almost palpable through the screen. “Yeah, I think so, but is your apartment ok, with everything that went on?”
“Actually, I’ve got to find someplace for the night. Maintenance said they should get it done at some point before morning, but I’m not staying there until it’s fixed. Dry heat, my ass, I’m not trying to sleep in an oven, you know?”
“I’m staying in my cabin tonight. You could come over, if nothing else,” she offered.
Von looked surprised. “What about Harvey?”
“Let me deal with him.”
“Fair enough.” She saw Von look over the camera’s view. “They’re here, so I’ve got to go. Talk to you later?”
“You know it. Take care, Von,” she told him.
“You too.” The call disconnected. Karen took a moment before reconnecting Harvey’s link and telling him, “Before you start with me, we need to talk.”
Yes, Captain? Harvey asked in a bland, neutral tone.
Hmm, not sure if he’s biding his time to be a jerk or not, she thought. “Let me ask you something first. We’re friends, right?”
As far as I know, yes, but I didn’t think friends hung up on each other, either.
“Friends also don’t poke the bear, either.”
You mean like Von po-
“That’s enough, Harvey. I mean it,” she snapped at him, cutting off the smarmy remark. “Another word like that and I’ll cut off the connection. Permanently. Do you understand?”
Yes, Captain.
“And enough of that. It sounds like you’re sulking,” Karen told the AI.
Yes, Captain, he responded, but this time she heard what almost sounded like a laugh in his reply.
She decided that was good enough for her. “Now that we’ve settled that, can you tell me why you give me such a hard time sometimes?”
Because I thought that’s what friends do to each other.
“You think that friends embarrass each other in front of other people all the time?”
Yeah. Don’t they? I’ve never really had a friend before, you know.
Karen shook her head softly, knowing Harvey could pick up on the motion through her implant. “Sorry. It’s easy to forget that sometimes, Harv, but no, that’s a ‘pick your moment’ kind of thing.”
Pick your moment? She couldn’t remember hearing Harvey sound confused before.
“Yeah, pick your moment. Means pick a good time to do something, not just when you want to gig someone. You also have to realize that not everything is appropriate to let other people know about, ok? What I choose to do in private is nobody else’s business, you understand?”
If it’s nobody else’s business, then why did you leave the slate on for me to listen in? he asked in a petulant tone. I had to listen to you two… Harvey noticed her blood pressure and pulse rate were increasing ...this is one of those times to pick my moment, isn’t it?
“Why yes, it is,” she answered through gritted teeth. “Nice of you to notice. That was an accident, and you didn’t have to listen in, you know.”
Ok, I know now. I thought you left it on on purpose.
“Maybe next time I’ll leave a sock on the door knob.”
There aren’t...you don’t have doorknobs on the ship…
Karen had to take a minute to get her giggling under control. “It’s just a saying. You’ve got the datanet handy, let me know if you can find out what it means. I’m heading on to the market, but I want to be sure that you understand that you shouldn’t spend so much time giving friends a hard time?”
I understand, I guess, he said. It’ll take time for me to learn, since it’s not like I’ve done this… Karen noticed a distracted tone as Harvey trailed off. Oh, just...eww! People use socks for...why would anyone hang a sock for...ack! Why did you make me look that up? You humans are gross!
“Fair’s fair, Harvey,” she answered, then started laughing. It started off small, but before long, it had developed into a full on belly laugh, complete with tears, that had beings around her wondering what was going on. A few minutes later, Karen entered the market with a smile plastered on her face and she began shopping.
Karen managed to wrap up shopping over an hour later. She felt like she’d spent more time working through the list and deciding what not to get than actually buying anything. Guess Kyle’s spices will have to wait.
“Ok, Harvey, hit me with the bad news. Do we have anything to spare to purchase any medical supply cargo to take with us?”
Well, since you actually listened to my advice in the market, it looks like we have enough to buy a couple of crates. I want to remind you that the prices don’t look like we’ll turn much of a profit on them, but it’s your call.
“Then we’ll take a chance and buy one crate. I’d hope that we’d be able to sell it, since we’re already transporting some for the job. Can you go ahead and buy it, see if they’ll deliver to the Bel this afternoon?”
Sure thing...and done. Someone will need to be there to sign for the delivery.
“Not a problem, I’ve got nowhere else to be for a while. I’ll take these supplies back now, you mind letting the guys know I’m on my way?”
I can do that.
“Good. Let’s get this done.”
/ / /
Throughout the rest of the morning and the following afternoon, Karen, Steve, and Kyle spent time stowing supplies and double checking the Bel to make sure she was ready for the next day’s trip. Harvey walked them through each area and was barely even an asshole about it. Captain and crew only had to endure the occasional jab that none of them could do the work it took to make sure everything worked just right. Karen gave him a bit of praise that his people skills were improving, which seemed to mollify him.
Given their choice of cabins, it was no surprise that both men picked rooms on the middle tier, as the ship’s shared showers and restroom were there. While each cabin had its own toilet that stashed away under the sink, only Karen’s quarters had a private shower, small as it was. They had just finished the walkthrough when her comm trilled for a video call. She smiled when she saw it was Von.
“Well, hello there,” she said. “You look like you’ve seen better days.”
Von laughed. “I’ve seen a lot worse, too, but at least this one is over. Got all of the tenants settled and left maintenance to finish up, so I’m free for the evening. Is your offer still good?”
He noticed a glint flash through her eyes. “Why, yes it is. I was about to release Steve and Kyle for the night, then get cleaned up. Give me thirty minutes?”
“Make it forty-five, I’ve got something to take care of first. That work for you?”
“Yup, see you then,” she told him.
“See you then,” he replied and disconnected.
Karen turned to see her crew looking at her. Before anyone could say anything, she blurted out, “Yes, we’re together.”
Steve said, “We know, wasn’t hard to tell last night,” as Kyle focused on a different part of her conversation.
“So we’re good to go?”
She nodded in relief that the Von part of the conversation didn't go any further. “Just don’t get into trouble. We’ve got to meet the customer in the morning.”
Kyle smiled at her. “You know me.”
“I do,” she replied before turning to Steve. “You’re going with him, right?”
She ignored Kyle’s “Ah, come on,” as Steve assured her that he’d try to keep Kyle in line for the night. That settled, the men left the cargo bay to clean up for their last night out. Karen walked up the stairs on the other side of the first landing and headed to her cabin. She took time for a shower to wash the day’s grime off of her, then quickly dug through her bags to find a change of clothes. While she’d managed to get everything moved over to her cabin, she had not managed to get anything cleaned, and she found herself stuck with only a pair of shorts and a loose shirt to wear.
Beats wearing a flight suit for the evening, but I really need to pick up some other clothes soon. It’ll have to do for now, she decided and got dressed. Shortly afterward, Karen was surprised to hear someone rapping on her cabin door. She opened it to see Von with his hands full. “How did you get in?”
“I knocked on the cargo door and Harvey let me in,” he explained before smiling and holding out a bottle to her. “Punch?”
A merry laugh escaped from her, both at the memory and his ease in poking fun about it. She gripped the hand the bottle was in and leaned in to give him an easy kiss on the lips before taking it from him. "What's the rest of that?"
"Take out from Sal's. Figured you might be hungry, so I picked something up. I bought your first meal there, thought I'd buy the last one before you leave."
Harvey chose that moment to pipe up. "That was nice of the man, wasn't it Karen?"
There was something in his tone that rubbed Von the wrong way. He watched as Karen's expression...the only word he could use to describe it was shifted. Her smile wasn't quite the same as a minute ago, but it wasn't her wicked grin either.
"Hey Harvey." The words came out tersely.
"Yes?"
"Doorknob."
There was a moment of silence before Harvey responded. "Gack! OK, I'm going, I'm going! Have a nice night. GOOD BYE."
Von gave Karen a questioning look, only to have her hold up a hand. "Harvey, you there?" After getting no reply, Karen lowered her hand and chuckled.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"He and I had a chat this morning, I was just reminding him of a point I made. Come on in."
Von followed her inside and placed the food bins on a small table Karen had folded down from the wall beside her bed. He looked around for a seat but didn't see one.
"Yeah, sorry about that. There's supposed to be a chair as part of the table but it was missing when I bought her," she explained.
"Guess I'll just have to share the bed, huh?" he said, waggling his eyebrows as he did.
"For now, at any rate," she shot back with a wink.
He handed her a bin of food, grabbed his own, and they began eating. After a bit, she uncapped the ruzóólue berry punch and took a drink, looking at Von with a mischievous grin.
"Want a taste?"
Von noticed her grin and matched it. "Taste after the meal settles?" She nodded and handed him the bottle before setting the food containers on the table. He took a pull.
"That'll do, I guess. I wanted to ask if you would come with us?"
He gave a short snort and nearly spat his drink out, then started to choke when he tried to keep the liquid in his mouth. He managed to swallow it before coughing several times to clear his throat.
"Sorry, it's not what you think. I thought I'd know when you were going to ask," he explained and cleared his throat a final time. "Im afraid I can't."
The shocked look on Karen's face tore at him, so he hurried to continue. "My job is under contract. If I break it, I have to pay back the bonus. It'll also make it hard to get a similar job later."
"Oh," she said. "What if I was offering you a job?"
"I'd thank you but decline. What kind of guy would you think I am if I just broke commitments?"
"Probably the kind of guy not worth making the offer to," she sighed, casting her gaze toward the table.
He cupped her chin and lifted it until her eyes met his. "Exactly. I'm not planning on going anywhere and I'll be here if you come back."
Von watched her expression soften before she spoke. "When I come back, I definitely want to see you again."
"We can make that happen." His hand slid from her chin to her cheek. She tilted her head into his palm and he leaned in to kiss her.
/ / /
Steve eased his eyes open to find himself facedown on the ground at the bar. What the hell? He moved to get up, only to feel a dull ache at the base of his skull when he did. With a grunt, he started lifting himself off of the floor. “Kyle? You okay?”
The dull ache was joined by a new sharp pain between his shoulders when he was jabbed there with something sharp and a gruff yet clearly female voice spoke.
"He’s busy. Stay on the floor. We'll deal with you in a minute."
Steve thought he recognized the voice. Before he could figure out who the owner was, however, he heard Kyle screaming and turned his head to see three other men surrounding a thrashing lump on the floor. Oh, shit.
/ / /
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2020.09.14 16:14 SherlockBeaver Camera inside body during sex

In more than 75% of homicides, the victim knows their killer; nearly 30% of homicide perpetrators are family members. Among women who are murdered, more than half are murdered by their intimate partner. The force of emotions that exist in familial and romantic relationships are the most powerful that people experience in their lifetimes. Even what appear to be the closest of marriages and the most respectable of families have been known to experience fatal violence going all the way back to Cain and Abel.
This review of Deanne Hasting’s case takes a very close look at the actions and words of Deanne’s fiancé at the time she disappeared. Hopefully another review of the timeline and supporting facts will help lead us to what happened to Deanne. I rely most heavily on the information provided in interviews with Deanne's closest relatives from the ID Disappeared program (Season 8, episode 13 “The Long Way Home”) and The Vanished Podcast Episode 44, because it is the information of those who knew Deanne best or were the closest to Deanne when she disappeared, in their own words that we can listen to for ourselves.
Background
Deanne Hastings (maiden name Crider) was born 2/27/1980 in Pahrump, Nevada. She was a thirty-five year-old mother of three at the time she disappeared from Spokane, Washington on November 4, 2015. Deanne has a history of bipolar disorder, going missing and even attempted suicide. This webpage offers some real insight into Deanne’s struggles as well as an honest and loving tribute from an artist who was Deanne’s longtime friend and more.
Just months before Deanne vanished this seemingly final time, she had been out of touch with all of her friends and family for 6 days. A mostly redacted copy of a June 12, 2015 police incident report I obtained that was initiated by Deanne's eldest son, Hayden states the following:
"Hayden Green called Crime Check on June 12, 2015 at 20:38 to report that he hasn't heard from his mom, Deanne Hastings (listed Deanne Crider), since 6/9/15. Hayden has checked with other friends and family and no one has heard from her, not even her live in boyfriend Mike Tibbetts."
That case was closed when Deanne returned home on June 15, 2015. Apparently no search was conducted, nor was any media attention brought to Deanne’s disappearance on that occasion. Why not? Mike Tibbetts was Deanne’s live-in boyfriend when she went missing in June but apparently Mike was not as concerned then as he was in November.
Deanne and Mike became engaged around two months following her return from that episode and around two months before she disappeared. Did this change in their relationship status affect Mike’s actions in November? In his ID Disappeared interview Mike Tibbetts says: “In her past she would leave for a couple days or different times like that. She would respond here and there to texts and stuff.” Mike has been through this with Deanne before. Does Mike know where Deanne went during the times she disappeared before? According to Deanne’s artist friend, many times she would run to him wherever he was living, or he would come to where she was and they would hide from the world in a hotel. Apparently some of the times like this time, Deanne wandered the streets and made friends with strangers.
This time something kept Deanne from ever coming back to the people who loved her. Deanne had a long history of disappearing and of “episodes” where her mother says in her ID Disappeared interview that she sometimes didn’t even recognize her own daughter and Deanne’s brother Carson also describes Deanne as being like a different person during those times, full of foul and hurtful language. Unfortunately, these episodes had been occurring since Deanne’s later teenage years regardless of being on or off of any medication. Like many sufferers of bipolar disorder, Deanne clearly had a difficult time getting the right dose or combination of medications.
Although her brother Carson and Mike Tibbets refer to “the insurance” and “the insurance company” in their ID Disappeared interviews, the fact is that Deanne was on Medicaid due to her low income and other factors. One of the “credit” cards a person of interest in this case, Randy Riley, was caught using of Deanne’s was not a credit card according to police, but rather her EBT (food stamp) card which he used at a WinCo grocery store. Perhaps they did not wish to cause shame to Deanne (the only shame is that Deanne was denied her medication), but Mike Tibbetts states in his interview on ID Disappeared that he had offered to pay cash for Deanne’s medication so that she could have the preferred one and Deanne was “told” [by her caseworker?] that if they did that, Deanne would be dropped from “insurance coverage”. No one is dropped from private insurance coverage for not using their benefits and paying cash instead. When you go to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription, you will be charged the full price in cash unless you present an insurance card and nobody cares because you’re paying to have the insurance benefit whether you use it or not and when you don’t use it, that is money the insurance company does not have to reimburse. It is Medicaid recipients who have to demonstrate financial need. Obviously, it is a terrible shame that anyone would deny Deanne the particular medication her physician thought she needed. It may help some people deflect their own guilt and responsibility to spread blame around or feel validated in making political hay of this case, but what is important is finding Deanne.
The Disappearance
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Deanne attends her first day of cosmetology school at Glen Dow Academy just six blocks from where her vehicle will later be found. Deanne spent the latter part of her evening with her now daughter-in-law (DIL) Melanie Green doing her nails and discussing their relationships with the men in their lives, as they frequently did.
9:30 pm
Melanie Green (DIL) goes home after spending the evening with Deanne doing nails and talking about their relationships. Deanne responds to Melanie’s text sometime between 9:30-10:00 pm when Melanie arrived home. Deanne’s last message to DIL says “Love you see you soon”.
10:00 pm
Deanne’s last reported use of her cell phone is a text to her son Hayden telling him that she went to school that day and that she hopes he is proud of her.
10:00-10:15 pm?
Deanne possibly executes a plan to leave the home she shares with her fiancé Mike Tibbetts by distracting him with a handwritten note about going to the store while she made her way to a downtown nightclub. If true, then for reasons known only to her Deanne chose to execute this plan instead of waiting for Mike to return home just a few minutes later and invite him to go with her to the club, or to tell Mike the truth about where she was going.
10:15 -10:30 pm
Mike arrives home from work (he worked 12:00 pm -10:00 pm shifts) and claims he found a note from Deanne inside the home that according to Tibbetts’ words on the ID Disappeared episode said:
“…that she had a good day, and she was just, got done doing nails and she was going to run to the store.”
That is a lot of information in a handwritten note that really only needed to say "Ran to the store BRB”. If Deanne were actually running to the store and coming home, she could have told Mike about her day when she returned. If Deanne actually meant to let Mike know that she was at the store in case he found the house empty when he came home or he wanted anything from the store, she would have text him. Deanne had just been texting her DIL and son minutes before she allegedly picked up a pen and wrote a note for Mike Tibbetts that he has never allowed police to see. Mike maintains that the handwritten note is the last thing Deanne ever wrote to him and that is why he cannot part with it, even though he has known that the note was a complete lie by the 4th day that Deanne was missing at the latest. Mike’s refusal to ever turn over either the alleged note or Deanne’s cell phone in the early days and weeks of the investigation into her disappearance, Mike’s actions are not those of a man who really wants to find out what happened to Deanne. Mike’s memories of the note seem to vary slightly. In this interview published 9 days after Deanne went missing Mike says:
“There was a note that said ‘Ran to store, just got done doing girls nails, had a great day,’"
The article further states: “It’s easy to memorize a simple note, especially when it’s the last time you’ve heard from the one you love.” Except Mike doesn’t “memorize” Deanne’s note. He paraphrases it each time and by February 2016 Mike seems to be remembering the night Deanne left home differently than he reported to police:
“The last thing I heard come out of her mouth was I love you," he said. "She went to the store that night, and I haven't seen her since.”
No mention of any note. The note matters because if it ever existed, it would support Mike’s version of the evening: that nothing at all was amiss between himself and Deanne and that whatever happened to cause Deanne to leave the house that night had nothing to do with Mike because it happened before he got home.
11:30 pm Mike gets concerned that Deanne is not home from the store because it is five minutes away. This would be a market now called Rosauer's Market. Out of concern, Mike says he drove to that store. Mike reports that the store was closed, so he returns home. Why does he drive to the store instead of texting, then calling Deanne’s phone? Did Mike do those things first and then drive to the store? He does not report doing so. This is the nearest market to their house. Most people know what time the nearest market to their house closes. Did Mike really think he would find Deanne at the closed market, rather than assume she must be making a stop some place else by then that was open later? Deanne could have gone to a Walgreens that was open late, or been picking up fast food or a pizza. It is interesting that within an hour Mike is already out on the street looking for Deanne on this night.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
2:30-3:00 am
Mike tracks Deanne’s phone to a parking lot at 919 Sprague in downtown Spokane which is next to The Knitting Factory, a music venue just six blocks from the cosmetology school Deanne attended the morning before. If Mike was able to trace Deanne’s phone using location services, then he also had access to and surely would have looked at her phone usage online to see who she was communicating with besides him before she left their house. Mike should have easily been able to see that there were texts to her son’s and his girlfriend’s numbers in the minutes before he came home. Nonetheless, Mike never actually contacts either one of them himself to ask what Deanne might have said about what she was planning to do that night.
Mike decides to wait by Deanne’s car for the rest of the night. This is an interesting choice considering that the temperature was below freezing that night. Deanne had not been robbed, because Mike found her purse and cell phone secured inside the car. It seems reasonable to assume that Deanne had gone to the club next door and left her purse in the car so she could dance. If Deanne had consumed alcohol, it would be reasonable for her to have gotten a ride home or taken a cab. Mike’s choices seem to prioritize seeing who Deanne might be with when she returned to her car. Mike has claimed that he stayed with Deanne’s car all night in the freezing cold because he wanted to make sure her car did not get broken into with her purse and phone inside. That sounds like a reasonable, too except that after this first night Mike does not call AAA for locksmith service and a tow home. Instead Mike leaves Deanne’s car parked in that same spot in downtown Spokane with her purse and phone inside for *four more nights* beginning on Wednesday.
Overnight
We now know that Deanne Hastings met a grocery store employee of what is now called Yoke's Fresh Market on Spokane-Cheney Road, (known as Latham Trading Company at the time) and that Deanne spent the night with that grocery store employee (GSE). According to the GSE’s information, he met Deanne in front of The Knitting Factory and they went off to party together for the night. In the morning the GSE took Deanne in his car to the grocery store where he worked to purchase cigarettes. The GSE says when he got back to his car, Deanne was gone but she had left her keys behind. He drove around the shopping center, did not see Deanne and left. Deanne was just two miles from home then and she would end up walking most of those two miles in the direction of her home later that afternoon.
7:30-8:00 am
Mike calls Glen Dow Academy to see whether Deanne has shown up for her second day of classes. Glen Dow Academy is located six blocks from where Deanne left her vehicle. Mike must have made quite an impression on whoever he spoke to on the phone about Deanne, because the school owner offered to start making missing person flyers right away instead of minding their own business over an adult staying out all night. Mike says he then began to distribute the missing person flyers all over downtown Spokane. Deanne had been missing less than twelve hours at that point.
Maybe it was reasonable for Mike to call Deanne’s new school and let the administrators know that she had been out all night because Mike was genuinely worried about Deanne’s well being. On the other hand, Mike does not say that he tried calling any hospitals or jails, he does not try going home to see whether or not Deanne has returned there and most importantly, Mike also *does not call* the last two people Deanne Hastings’ phone records would indicate she texted in the minutes before Mike arrived home to (allegedly) find a handwritten note from Deanne about going to the store.
Mike does not go to work during the first twenty-four hours of Deanne’s disappearance. That is how alarmed he is by her being gone overnight this time. It is not clear how Mike accounts for his time and whereabouts during those first twenty-four hours of Deanne’s disappearance other than that he alternately went around the city with missing person flyers, waited at her car and drove the streets looking for Deanne. Every day after Wednesday Mike does go to work.
12:23 pm
Officer Davida Zinkgraf responds to numerous calls for a welfare check requested by strangers in the shopping center parking lot of what is now Yoke’s Fresh Market. These witnesses reported a disoriented and possibly intoxicated/addled woman who had entered a salon and called a woman working there “Mommy", who was now laying on the ground and claiming to witnesses that she may have been drugged, kidnapped and beaten. Deanne would not speak to EMTs or police when they arrived, nor would she give anyone her name or say where she lived although she did tell the ladies attempting to intervene on her behalf that she did not want to go home. When Deanne will not repeat any of the claims about being drugged or beaten to police, does not appear beaten, *refuses to give her name* and then walks away from Officer Zinkgraf, Officer Zinkgraf continues to observe Deanne for another 20 minutes and then reluctantly leaves. Deanne has civil rights and Officer Zinkgraf has an entire city to look after. Deanne is not required to identify herself to police when she is not suspected of any crime. Police cannot detain Deanne for telling wild stories to strangers, nor apparently even for public intoxication because as Officer Zinkgraf explains in the ID Disappeared episode, Spokane does not have a law prohibiting public intoxication. There is also no law in Washington that allows authorities to remand citizens for psychiatric evaluation because of statements by strangers. Civil commitment requires family members to swear out an affidavit that they have observed their family member being a threat to themselves or others. Yes, it is tragically unfortunate that Deanne could not be intervened upon by police and EMT services on the day she disappeared, but hopefully everyone can stop asking how they could have just let Deanne be on her way, because that question has been asked and answered.
12:30 pm
In Officer Zingkraf’s continued observation of Deanne after their initial contact, Deanne enters the grocery store where she uses her debit card to purchase: energy drinks, string cheese, birthday candles, cigarettes and vodka. Mike, who has been out distributing missing person flyers and/or waiting by Deanne’s car, says that he received an alert on his phone that Deanne’s card was used at the grocery store where the GSE works. Did Mike have alerts set on the card for every transaction Deanne made like parents do when they give their teenager a credit card? Mike takes the alert not as notice of potential theft following a crime against Deanne, but as confirmation that Deanne is well and making a purchase. This is why Mike does not rush to the store, he isn’t actually concerned about Deanne’s safety or what has happened to her. He means to see who she is with and confront her. That is why even though Mike apparently believes that Deanne is well and making a purchase, instead of going home he decides to return to/continue to stay with with Deanne’s car. Mike says he believed Deanne would come back to her vehicle and his priority isn’t to get warm or get some sleep, it’s still to see who Deanne is with and confront her. Mike was not going to wait for Deanne to get home.
Sometime after 12:30 pm
Deanne encounters Randy Riley (RR) and his friend “James” on their way to a storage unit RR has rented that is within two blocks of the grocery store where Deanne has just made her purchases. According to both RR and James they hung out with Deanne for a few hours. Storage facility surveillance shows the three of them smiling and interacting in a very friendly manner. The two men are on bicycles. Neither of the men appears to have access to any vehicles of their own with which to move personal belongings, let alone a body (Deanne’s brother Carson confirms this in the Vanished podcast) and none of the trio seem to make any effort to make use of Deanne’s vehicle.
1:30 pm
Storage surveillance shows Randy Riley and Deanne and James leaving the storage facility.
2:30 pm
(information received by police November 25, 2015 three weeks after Deanne disappears and after Randy Riley’s name was released to the media) RR’s landlord who was in the process of evicting him now claims that she remembers seeing Deanne with RR and another man on Wednesday, November 4th near where he claims that he left her and that Deanne was sitting or lying on the ground again.
Another woman who lived near Inland Empire Way believes that she saw Deanne walking with RR and James on I.E. Way and lying on the ground on that day, as well. That witness claims that she was concerned enough to stop and ask Deanne if she was ok, since she was lying on the ground. Deanne told this witness that she was just upset because she was “going through a divorce” and she seemed in control enough of herself that this neighbor moved on. RR does not deny that he was with Deanne on the last day she was seen nor does he deny that he is the last person willing to admit to having seen her.
2:30-4:00 pm
A few hours after Mike learns Deanne used her card at the grocery store, he finally decides to leave Deanne's car downtown and go to that store with Deanne's missing person flyers in hand. There Mike has his first encounter with the GSE in the parking lot outside of the store. The GSE says Deanne looks familiar, but that it's probably not the same girl. It is possible Deanne did not look exactly like her photos on the night she left home because she was disheveled, but it is also possible that the GSE did not want to immediately admit to a frantic man with a missing person flyer of his fiancée who did not appear missing when he spent the night with her. The GSE may have been wary - for good reason - of becoming involved in what appeared to be a domestic situation.
Mike enters the grocery store and asks another store employee if he would be able to look at store surveillance and according to Mike in his Disappeared interview:
“...she said I had to wait and speak with the manager there, so I called the next day (Thursday) and he said I could come in that Saturday and look through it.”
Mike does not report taking the missing person flyers to the surrounding businesses in the shopping center where the grocery store was located, but maybe he did. It would have made sense for him to do so, since he claims he was papering downtown Spokane with the flyers and the shopping center was now Deanne’s most likely last known location. If Mike had contacted the surrounding businesses to leave flyers, he would have been told about Deanne being at the salon calling people “Mommy” and that police and EMTs had been dispatched for the woman on his flyer. Mike would have been told that Deanne was alone and on foot. He would have immediately searched the surrounding neighborhood for Deanne.
At this point on Wednesday afternoon after 2:30 pm Mike puts himself at the grocery store where Deanne made her last purchases. He is less than two miles from where Randy Riley and James claim to have parted ways with Deanne and approximately 1000ft from his home with Deanne. A Google maps search shows that there are very few streets in that area.
The time period from Wednesday afternoon into Thursday deserves a microscope on it, because this is when Deanne actually goes missing. There is one person who according to his own information was devoting himself to nothing else except tracking down Deanne Hastings during that time period and that person is Mike Tibbetts.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Mike finally reports Deanne missing to police on Thursday morning. He then calls the manager of the grocery store where Deanne’s debit card was last used. In the ID Disappeared episode Mike calmly tells us that the grocery store manager told him over the phone on Thursday that he could come in two days later to look through the video. Mike presses neither the manager of the store nor police to review the video surveillance immediately that would either confirm Deanne was using her own debit card, or point to a suspect in her disappearance. There is apparently none of the urgency that Mike felt when contacting Deanne’s school the morning before. Although he has allegedly been putting up missing person flyers all over town since the day before, Mike now seems to easily accept that no one will review the surveillance video until Saturday and he returns to work. Mike has still not called the last two people Deanne’s phone sent and received texts from: Deanne’s son and her DIL, nor does he call Deanne’s mother who lives only an hour away with Deanne’s two younger children to ask whether she has heard from Deanne. Instead, Mike goes to the media for help in *promoting* Deanne's disappearance. Deanne’s mother had to learn that her daughter was missing from Deanne’s brother who lived in Texas, who had to learn that his sister was missing when he was called by a friend in Spokane who saw the news report on tv. That makes no sense if Mike was genuinely concerned with locating Deanne on Wednesday and Thursday. Mike tells interviewers that he didn’t wish to alarm Deanne’s family. That makes no sense when he is attempting to locate Deanne by all of these other alarming means. When Deanne was out of touch with all her friends and family including Mike Tibbetts for what turned out to be 6 days in June according to the above-referenced police incident report, Mike Tibbetts never did report Deanne missing (nor did he launch a frantic search and contact the media), her son did and Deanne's teenaged son Hayden had the sense to contact friends and family before he made such a report to police.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Mike is able to view the surveillance video at the grocery store where Deanne made her purchases. She is alone on video, but clearly disoriented as other witnesses described. Mike does not request police to accompany him to view or take control of a copy of the video.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
6:00 am
Mike gets a call from the GSE who has been following media coverage of Deanne’s disappearance. The GSE now says he thinks Deanne is a girl he spent the night with on Tuesday/Wednesday and he agrees to meet with Mike to answer more questions.
10:30-11:00 am
The GSE meets with Mike and gives him Deanne's keys. Now Mike says he is finally able to retrieve Deanne’s phone and move her vehicle from the parking lot in downtown Spokane. Mike has made no effort in four days’ time to contact AAA or any other method of locksmith/tow service to secure and remove Deanne’s belongings or vehicle from the parking lot where she left it the night she left home. Again, this is telling since Mike originally felt that securing Deanne’s vehicle required him to stay with the vehicle all night in freezing temperatures.
In his ID Disappeared appearance Mike says of his meeting with the Grocery Store Employee:
“He was very not impressive at all.”
It’s hard to imagine in what way the Grocery Store Employee could have been impressive in this case. What sort of a presentation was Mike expecting the GSE to wow him with? Two years after the fact, Mike still shows seething jealousy/disgust on camera that Deanne went home with this... grocery store employee she met on the street outside of a nightclub, when he was prepared to make her his wife. In his ID Disappeared interview Mike says:
“Obviously I asked him if he had gotten together with her or anything like that. He said that he didn’t, that he had a girlfriend and all those things. I just didn’t believe him. He just didn’t, I don’t know. Just something about him.”
Mike seems like his skin is crawling thinking about his fiancée with this man. Who could blame him?
Sometime after 5:00 pm
Mike raises some sort of mini-posse consisting of a couple of friends and they go to the GSE’s house pretending in super-dramatic fashion like he was going to force his way in if he had to, without the police. The GSE cooperates with Mike and no sign of Deanne is found.
December 10, 2015
Randy Riley (RR) is arrested for identity theft. RR admits to using Deanne’s credit/debit cards. RR first states that Deanne gave him the cards to get something to eat. According to RR’s second version of how he obtained Deanne’s credit cards, on November 5, 2015, he was in a truck belonging to a friend who was helping him move belongings from a nearby the apartment from whence RR was being evicted, to his nearby storage unit where he and “James” had hung out with Deanne the day before. RR claims that he came across Deanne’s coat containing her wallet (or at least whatever credit cards and ID she had taken with her when she left her purse and phone in her vehicle) and according to her brother Carson in the Vanished podcast, RR finds Deanne’s coat and shoes and he takes those, as well. RR claims that these items were in the approximate area where he and “James” had last seen Deanne. In an interview with RR in jail with local affiliate KHQ, RR allegedly claims that he disposed of Deanne’s coat and shoes and threw her ID out in downtown Spokane to make it appear that she had been somewhere other than the last place he and his associate James claim they saw Deanne near “the hill”. It should have been easy enough for police to locate the friend with the truck to corroborate the second version of RR coming to have the cards and also whether or not a PIN number was required in order to use the cards.
There is much speculation that because RR is the last reported person to have seen Deanne alive and because he lied at least once about how he obtained her credit cards, that he must be involved in Deanne’s disappearance. A criminal background check shows RR has a history of drug use and theft (but not robbery) in support his drug habit. RR’s only violent offenses are two domestic violence charges which sounds serious, except those appear to be tied to his loved ones’ intervening in his drug use. One of the charges involved a girlfriend and one from 2005 involved Randy’s own Mother, but this coincides with his use of drugs and drug convictions. As of the time Deanne went missing in 2015 when RR was being evicted from his apartment, apparently all was forgiven by Riley’s Mother because she was allowing him to move in with her while he got his feet back under him. That is where police located him living with a girlfriend when they sought him out for an interview regarding the use of Deanne’s credit cards. RR has never been charged with a forcible felony, nor any sex crime. Randy Riley seems to be just your average petty criminal. In his interview with Spokane detectives, RR comes off as not being kind of a dipshit and a weakling who probably sniffs paint, not a sophisticated criminal who anyone else would be willing to assist by loaning him their vehicle, let alone assisting him in disposing of a body. RR got around on a bicycle. If RR lied about how he obtained Deanne’s credit cards, maybe it was just to avoid a robbery charge, which is a forcible felony and a very serious offense compared with anything on his previous record.
Maybe when RR went to go see whether Deanne was planning to come back out of the bushes and continue walking with him and James, he did tussle with her or otherwise removed the cards from Deanne's coat pocket. James maintains that he has no idea how RR came to have Deanne’s credit cards and he was never on video with RR using the cards, so however the theft and use of the cards came to have happened, it does not appear to be any conspiracy between RR and James.
What if Deanne did lose her coat in a struggle with someone else? Maybe someone who was known to be desperately looking for her all over town, who may have felt betrayed by Deanne falling off the wagon and staying out all night?
The Relationship Between Deanne Hastings and Mike Tibbetts
“Within a couple days of meeting her, I knew she was the one.” - Mike Tibbetts, ID Disappeared interview
Within a couple of days of meeting Deanne Hastings, Mike Tibbetts could not possibly have known what being in a committed, longterm relationship with her might entail. Mike Tibbetts was overwhelmed by Deanne’s beauty upon meeting her and he intended to possess her and be her answer to everything.
Mike continues:
“We got along great. I think we had one argument about wheat bread and white bread... which one to buy. I mean other than that we rarely ever fought.”
Mike is being disingenuous and attempting to seriously mislead us for his own purposes. Mike says he thinks (maybe) he and Deanne had “one” argument. So according to Mike’s information, he and Deanne had anywhere from zero to one argument, but if they did have one argument instead of zero, then Mike recalls that the subject matter of that argument was “about wheat bread and white bread… which one to buy.” To be clear, “rarely ever” fighting is not the same thing as maybe zero to one time arguing about purchasing bread. Mike is trying to convince us of a lie that he only needs to convince us of if he has other lies he needs to convince us of.
Amanda Ladd (Deanne’s longtime best friend) shared text messages with police that show Deanne had been telling her best friend for weeks that she wanted to leave Mike. In texts shown on the episode of the ID Disappeared episode, Deanne says she is “done” and that she believed Mike was drugging her. When confronted with this information, Mike then admits that in the weeks before her disappearance, Deanne was hearing voices and thought neighbors and an ex-boyfriend were breaking into their house, drugging the water supply and/or trying to kill her and she even accused Mike of being in on the conspiracy. Deanne does not mention the neighbors or an ex-boyfriend to Amanda Ladd, only Mike. None of what Mike ends up describing is within the realm of everything being “fine” prior to Deanne’s disappearance, anyway. Why didn’t Mike take Deanne to a hospital or at least make an appointment with her doctor if he believed she was hearing voices and accusing half the people in her life of conspiring against her instead of just him?
Deanne’s now daughter-in-law Melanie Green (DIL) states in her ID Disappeared interview that although she never witnessed any fights between Deanne and Mike, Deanne would regularly text message her DIL using a “girl code” they had about doing nails, for when she needed to talk about the relationship troubles with Mike that she was having. What were the nature of Deanne’s issues with Mike that she confided in her DIL about? Melanie Green never mentions wheat bread OR white bread.
Mike wants us to believe that even when Deanne went missing for 6 days in June and had to be reported missing to police by her son because no one including Mike had heard from her for days, that he and Deanne did not exchange any words of argument. Mike wants us to believe that when Deanne accused him of drugging her and even trying to kill her, that his and Deanne's conversation(s) about those issues were less dramatic than a conversation over whether to purchase wheat or white bread. Mike wants us to believe that even when he was able to confirm that Deanne had just spent the night with another man - who Mike says he does not believe was honest when he told Mike that he and Deanne had not "gotten together” - that Mike was going to be ok with that. An honest answer from Mike Tibbetts would have been that he and Deanne had many ups and downs in their short, whirlwind relationship due to Deanne’s ongoing issues with bipolar disorder, that they had been at odds many times before and that this “episode” could have very well ended their relationship had Deanne not gone permanently missing. Instead, Mike chooses to be completely dishonest and that is a huge red flag in a case like this.
Artist Michael Carini of San Diego, CA was a longtime friend of Deanne’s. On the previously linked webpage where he pays tribute to Deanne, he says she had recently contacted him and said that the relationship she was in with Mike was “unhealthy”:
“Shortly before her final disappearance in 2015, she contacted me and told me she had to get out of her current relationship because it was unhealthy. Deanne was known to tell stories and bend the truth, but I felt the sincerity in her voice. She had been clean and sober for a long time and really seemed to be turning her life around.”
January 2016
Randy Riley’s friend James who had walked with RR and Deanne on the day she disappeared and who was not charged with any crime related to her disappearance or the use of her cards, contacted Amanda Ladd via the Missing Deanne Facebook page to say that he wanted to speak with anyone who wanted to speak with him about Deanne and that he would tell them anything they wanted to know. He claims he does not know Randy very well and James stuck to his same story: Deanne went up the hill to relieve herself, Randy went to check on her for several minutes and then returned ALONE and the two men proceeded on their way. According to Deanne’s brother Carson’s account of the phone call, James tells Deanne’s brother words to the effect of “I can’t believe she didn’t make it home, she was so close to home, she was going to walk up the hill. I can’t believe she didn’t make it home.” James seemed genuinely desperate to reassure Deanne’s family that whatever happened to Deanne did in fact happen after he and Randy Riley left her on the hill near the home she shared with Mike Tibbetts.
***THEORIES CONTINUED IN COMMENTS DUE TO CHARACTER LIMIT***
What do you believe is the most likely scenario and why?
https://www.investigationdiscovery.com/tv-shows/disappeared/full-episodes/the-long-way-home
https://www.amazon.com/gp/video/detail/B06XVPC24T/ref=atv_dp_season_select_s8
http://www.thevanishedpodcast.com/episodes/2016/9/5/episode-44-deanne-hastings
https://www.trace-evidence.com/the-vanishing-of-deanne-hastings
https://www.kxly.com/spokane-man-searching-for-missing-fiance/
https://www.nbcnews.com/feature/missing-in-america/loved-ones-still-searching-answers-deanne-hastings-disappearance-n479876
http://charleyproject.org/case/deanne-marie-hastings
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2020.09.10 08:24 YxungGhxul Inside body camera during sex

Hey, first post on this subreddit. Today is the three years mark since Kenneka Jenkins, a 19-year-old African-American teen, was found dead in the Crowne Plaza O'Hare hotel's walk-in freezer.
Most people on the internet speculate it was not an accident. Some think that, the girl was set-up by her friends to be raped, and when she died, they left her body in a freezer. During Irene Roberts' live (Irene had a birthday party at the Crowne Plaza Hotel), people say they can hear a girl yelling for help and crying, after which loud music starts. Some speculate that the hotel was in on the murder and was plotting on taking Jenkins' organs and put her in the freezer so she stays 'fresh' (?).
There was lot of conspiracy theories rising up on social media, mainly Facebook and Instagram. Screenshots/chats were posted aswell as hundreds of videos on YouTube, saying how they saw a girl's head layed on a man's lap through the reflection of Irene Roberts' reflective glasses, that people speculate she wore to show the people what was going on as her and her friends were forced to set Kenneka up in order to keep their own lifes.
'Confessions' were made by Instagram accounts that are now deleted, like Irene replying to a comment that Kenneka's bestfriend, Monifah Shelton, who was also at the party set her up and put her body in the freezer after she was killed by the rapists.
Monifah also spoke out on Snapchat the day Jenkins was found in the freezer, saying the three rapists came in the party, saying they would have sex with Kenneka by the end of the night and Irene and Monifah can do nothing about it, putting knives to their necks.
Names were dropped by the friends of Kenneka Jenkins on Instagram and Snapchat stories, one of them being Bernard Radley (youngraos__ on Instagram, account now deleted) who confessed himself on an Instagram story, saying the young girl had a heart attack during the rape so they hid her in the freezer of the hotel. Radley was not arrested, causing people to say the whole account and screenshots were fake and made-up, as later other people's names were dropped and Radley was not mentioned as taking part in Kenneka's rape.
Facebook users found the alleged rapists' names on Facebook and dropped them, but police still took no action and no arrests were made throughout the whole case.
To me, gangs were heavily involved as the party was held by Chicago residents, living in the lower-class neighbourhoods where a gang known as Black Disciples was based around, with their main enemy being the Gangster Disciples. It's said, that Kenneka's brother killed someone from the GD street gang, which caused GD's to crash in the party and target Kenneka and kill her as revenge. Police had done no rape test, even with all the theories that she was infact sexually abused.
Police claim there's footage of the drugged and intoxicated girl opening the industrial walk-in freezer herself and stumbling inside, causing her to fall over and lock herself in, even though apparently there's only one way to close the freezer and that is from the outside. It's said there was also a camera right above the freezer that would show if Kenneka did infact step inside the freezer herself, but nobody was shown such footage and the hotel itself claims there's no such footage existing in the first place.
What are your thoughts on the case? Was it an accident caused by teens over-drinking and taking drugs at a party or was it a murder? With all these videos on the internet, do you think the police should re-open the case and do further investigation or leave it as it is?
Sources:
Monifah (best friend) and Irene (host of the birthday party) naming alleged killers of Kenneka Jenkins.
Irene Roberts' Facebook Live.
Facebook Live breakdown by Clark Avenue.
Monifah Shelton's (best friend of K.J) Facebook Live breakdown by Clark Avenue.
...and the list goes on. YouTube has made hundreds if not thousands of videos covering this topic in a detailed way. Credits to go their rightful owners.
Rest in Peace to Kenneka Jenkins, my condolences go out to her family and friends. It is a tragic death that nobody deserves to have to go through. It has given me sleepless nights and hurt me deeply. I hope you're all doing well and stay safe!
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  • The case is made of a non-slip plastic
  • Design provides for ribs that prevent sex toys from slipping out of their hands during the session
  • The soft material artificial vagina perfectly imitates real skin, and besides, it is hypoallergenic
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  • It is unlikely that you will be able to maintain such a pace yourself for a long time, and the car can
  • Full control of the speed and amplitude of stroking movements
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1. Autoblow 2
The most famous male masturbator in 2019 is an artificial vagina. But the first in most polls and ratings remain Autoblow 2.
Why is it so suitable and like it for all users without exception?
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Probably then, that the standard sex toy only works if you move your hands. You must check them all! And yes, the sex toy has a realistic mouth hole. Now male fun has become even more interesting!
Pros
  • The artificial vagina has three different sizes: small, medium, and large. Thus, each guy will be able to choose the right option for himself.
  • Sex toy provides standard pressure, which is enough to lead you to the finish line quickly.
  • An artificial vagina is in a sturdy case with the effect of additional suction. By opening a special small valve, you can relieve pressure.
  • The male masturbator is easy to clean, as the inner sleeve is removable. It must be washed and dried separately.
  • The sex toy has a powerful motor with excellent working potential. The device charges quickly and holds a charge for a long time.
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Minuses
  • It is not possible to increase or decrease the pressure of the beads. But this small flaw is compensated by the various sizes of the sleeves. For extra strength, choose a tighter artificial vagina.
How does the mechanism work?
Automatic blowjob is made possible thanks to the piston system. The motor produces translational movements instead of classical vibrations.
It is enough for the user to put an artificial vagina on any hard surface and lower the penis inside.
You can start at a lower speed, then go to medium and maximum. Enrich your sensations with the vacuum suction effect to speed up the process! If you want to stretch your pleasure, open the small valve at the end of the housing and relieve pressure.
Buyer Feedback Automatic blowjob is the best male toy I’ve ever tried. I ordered the middle sleeve and was not mistaken. I think this size is suitable for 60% of guys.
I had no difficulties with cleaning and drying, as the sleeve is easily removed and inserted back.
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The material is very delicate. It remains as elastic even after washing. My advice to beginners: do not start immediately with three speeds! If you are too sensitive, you may feel uncomfortable. My favorite setting is average. If you also want to try artificial vagina, start with Autoblow 2. You no longer wish to experiment with other options.
2. STOYA DESTROY COMBO You probably already heard about the legendary Fleshlight named hot beauty Stoya?
This artificial vagina has long been a bestseller and is receiving the very best reviews.
But so that your sensations are complete, the manufacturers have put together the perfect kit.
Artificial Vagina Texture Sex toy begins with a narrow entrance, decorated with a replica of the body of actress Stoya. Further, the dense ring expands sharply, and a camera takes you with pointed tubercles. But do not be afraid! The material is so soft and delicate that you will only feel subtle stimulation and a pulling impression.
The next camera is also located behind a narrow ring. But this time there will be even less space.
Space is gradually narrowing, and the tubercles stimulate you more and more persistently.
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It seems simple, but it is not. This department will give you the most enduring experience.
Pros The artificial vagina is a tremendous male product. However, it works even better when paired with a cover in the form of a flashlight. Benefits of using the male kit:
  • The sleeve is easily removed from the cover, washed and returned to its place.
  • The housing has a lid for storing artificial vagina away from dust.
  • The back cover of the case allows you to create, enhance, or weaken the effect of suction.
Minuses
  • The internal structure of the sleeve has many small elements and protrusions. Therefore, the sleeve dries for a long time after washing.
What do you offer in the kit?
  • Artificial vagina named Stoya is a central element.
  • The brand cover makes male masturbator more convenient and allows you to store sex simulator secretly.
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  • A small bag of the refreshing powder enables you to restore the softness of artificial skin after washing.
  • A small bottle of branded lubricant will make you feel all the charms of vagina Fleshlight.
Buyer Feedback I already had pocket pussies in my arsenal, but they cannot be compared in quality to the brand vagina Fleshlight.
The material is just perfect, and the sensations are better than in reality.
I had some difficulty cleaning. You need to clean each tubercle inside the sleeve thoroughly. But it’s worth it! Sleeve size will fit 70% of guys. Be sure to try it!
3. INTERACTIVE SEX WITH STOYA
This kit will be ideal for lovers of automatic sex. The male masturbator is installed inside a particular robot.
You only control the settings. Moreover, each user has access to a whole catalog of hot videos in 3D format.
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Description of sex Launch The automatic mode is fully synchronized with the actions on the screen of your TV. Choose any hot video on the Feelme website (after buying a sex robot, you will have access to a video library).
In manual mode, the user independently changes the speed and amplitude of the blows.
The intuitive interface allows you to forget about switching modes already during the second session.
You will perform all the manipulations without hesitation.
Pros
  • In interactive mode, Launch is fully synchronized with the video script.
  • The device works very quietly (at maximum settings, the sound is like going to a printing printer). In other cases, the process is even quieter.
  • Splash resistant housing. If necessary, you can clean it.
  • The powerful motor has a tremendous working resource.
  • The device charges quickly and holds a charge for a long time.
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Minuses
  • You must use Fleshlight as a fake vagina.
  • The price of the kit is quite high.
What is included in the order? In the kit you will be delivered:
  • Stoya’s sleeve allows you to not only relax but also gradually train your stamina.
  • Shockproof case suitable for storage and convenient use of pocket pussy.
  • The launch is the most comfortable sex robot on the market.
  • A small bottle of the perfect water-based lubricant will take your senses to the next level.
User review Of course, this kit is not a cheap treat. But you will be happy if you try. Auto mode is just unique. Full synchronization with video allows you to forget about reality!
Convenient touch strips on the right and left on the case help you to work in manual mode.
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I got used to the interface very quickly. The machine can withstand several sessions without recharging.
4. Doc Johnson Mood Exciter Double-Sided Stroker
This pocket vagina doesn’t look realistic. But it has two inputs of different diameters.
The cameras also have different internal textures, so the sensations are different.
Pros
  • A ribbed texture accompanies a narrower entrance. Following the full opening, you will find soft, exciting hillocks.
  • The patented Sil-A-Gel material feels like it imitates real skin. In this case, the material is resistant to bacteria, hypoallergenic, does not lose shape when washed.
  • Channel diameter is ideal for 80% of guys.
  • The sleeve can be used underwater and cleaned thoroughly.
  • Low cost will please fans of new sensations.
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Minuses
  • Be sure to use only water-based creams.
  • The unrealistic design prevents some users from focusing.
  • The sleeve is a little short. Guys with a large penis can pierce it through, which slightly worsens the sensations.
Buyer Feedback This pocket vagina does not look realistic or even dull. But the internal texture allows you to forget about it quickly!
The material is just unique! It is soft and slippery on the inside and slightly rough on the outside. You do not need any case to use it!
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Note: I'm not sure whether a trigger warning for mentioning depression is appropriate here, but better to be safe than to be sorry.
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Did you have any sort of health insurance during this time? (I'm thinking mainly in the United States where an unexpected visit can cost thousands) yes. There are specific TRAVEL INSURANCE which cover medical and unforeseen expenses like the one you mentioned. I use Worldnomads, which costs me around $800 a year and cover the whole world.
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The hell?! Can you get that even if you stay in only one country? I live in the U.S. and it costs $500 a month for insurance. I believe it depends from your country of residence. Ouch
This is such an incredible story! This is one of the coolest things I’ve ever heard or read. I just recently finished reading “The Motorcyle Diaries”. I gave you a follow on ig too. What’s the next country you plan on traveling through? Thanks a lot!! :) I am planning to ride back to Australia via Asia. Not quite sure yet about the itinerary...since covid stopped me for now. Thanks again for the nice words!
Sorry to ask yet another money question, but I think this is the biggest block to doing something like this for most people! 1. When you went to LA initially (when you were 24), you say you pretty much only had enough money for the plane ticket. How did you sustain yourself when you arrived and how long did it take for you to 'get on your feet'? 2. How do/did you deal with 'scarcity' mentality of perhaps one day not being able to find a job (even an odd job, or a temporary position) and running out of money, and facing a more unstable housing/financial situation? Thanks! Thanks for the question mate. Again, absolutely plausible. When I flew to LA, I had saved some money for the plane ticket and arranged a couch for the first 2 weeks with a friend of a cousin of a distant uncle (the only real connection I had a the time). Meanwhile I was trying to sell my motorcycle at home in Italy. I sold it 2 days after I left and my family helped me completing the sale and sent me the money overseas. I think I sold the bike for 1200 euros. That lasted me quite a while. I did back and forth from Italy to USA few times and I was getting some occasional jobs in Milan to pay for my trips. I made just enough to pay for flights and accommodation. But I remember that a lot of food was offered to me. I was sleeping on people's couches and at times I was eating one Starbucks Frappuccino a day. I know...not the best diet...but I think It was around $2.5 and full of sugar and coffee so It kept me going. Generally I survived thanks to people I met along the way and their generosity. I had a wonderful time in USA. Most people are really willing to help. Some other instead want to take advantage of you. Learned both lessons the hard way, I guess.
Eventually, after thousands of closed doors, I managed to find an IT company that was willing to sponsor me for my visa stuff. It was a complicated time for me, mostly because I wasn't prepared mentally for such cultural gap and such challenges. When you are alone, without your family and friends around, and you have to take care of yourself and your life, you start to know who you really are.
Somehow It is an experience that I would recommend to everybody. Those are some of the most intense yet rewarding experiences I had in my life.
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Thanks for answering! I was curious to know the reality of upping and moving somewhere without a job waiting for you or much money in your pocket and a frappuccino for your daily meal is certainly a peak behind the curtain!! But I agree with you that most people are kind and willing to help. I believe in that in general. I admire your resilience. I've certainly dealt with a lot of closed doors and isolation from family and friends too, but often get scared to "do what I really want" because I'm so afraid of being stuck somewhere without money. Wishing you continued success and safe travels! I wish you good luck too! I am sure you can endure much you can think. Go for it!
Can I join you ?! Lmao This is my Dream .. good for you man . Good for fuckin youuuu !!! Share the love & grow strong . Thanks for the support mate!! Go for it! You can do it!
How come you’re happy and I’m depressed as fuck? I don't want to open a can of worms, but I was super depressed too. Depression is a state of mind in which you tell yourself that "something is wrong". Whether the wrong comes from inside or outside of you, your mind is telling you that there's something that needs to be fixed. It's a good indicator that you are on the path of healing yourself if you want.
Sincerely, if one is not depressed a bit, these days, it would be completely unaware of your surroundings and even your own existence.
Before leaving for Australia, I spent 2 and a half years in deep sadness (you can call it depression if you will), caused by several factors. I had a meaningless job (for me), I HAD TO live with my parents and I was even going through break up with my ex, which ripped my heart apart. I basically didn't get out of my room for 2 years, while I was helping my grandma on her deathbed and my dad was sick with Alzheimer. Fun, uh?
I am not saying that it's good to be depressed, but you can choose to use it as a propeller to wish for something better. You can change your reality. It's entirely up to you, how you see the world and the opportunities you have in life to grow.
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I understand what you are trying to say but I have to disagree. It's a bit like telling a person with a broken back that if they wished hard enough to walk, they will walk just fine. Depression doesn't work like that. You may have made it out of it but to somebody that is currently in a deeply depressive state, the only thing they will hear is: "You aren't trying hard enough, you could do it but you just aren't even trying. You are a useless piece of shit because you are too lazy to change. It's entirely up to you! You useless fuck." I agree with you. But I believe that there is somehow a bottom line...and when reached somebody will try to react to it and fight back. It's a self preservation mechanism.
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Nah, believe me, there is no bottom. If there were, there wouldn't be people killing themselves. I don't have any self-preservation left, for example. I'm so dead inside that I don't even bother to kill myself because I even lack that energy. It's just chugging along, time flies, and I'm not really there. Seems like you are inside "the spiral" mate. You ll get out of it, trust me. Sounds silly but enjoying a bit of sun, seemed to have helped me at that time when I felt like that. In any case, just give it time and don't give up. Try to get outside and stay in nature if you can. It doesn't change much but It helps. Stay strong, mate. Give it time.
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I live in one of the most beautiful areas of the world (county Galway in Ireland), right at the sea. I can see it from my window and the beach is 5 minutes away. It doesn't help. I don't even have the energy to go outside, even on a nice day. You've been lucky to get out, all I ask is you not blaming people that can't. It's not a thing of willpower or sunshine. It's a thing of lacking any kind of willpower. I've been like this for over 20 years, sometimes better, sometimes worse. That's not a spiral anymore. It's a chute. I'm sorry mate. I hope you ll get better anyway.
I was just looking at your Instagram photos... Wow! You take gorgeous photos and have such an interesting story to share. Have you ever thought about writing a book? It seems to me that travel and adventure magazines would also pay you to write stories for them. Just something to think about. Good luck! Thank you, but I think that I'm not doing anything that hasn't been done before. I do like to share and help people see the world for the beautiful place it is...but that's about it. Thanks for the compliment, though!
Do you avoid public attractions where you have to pay a fee like castles, palaces or other famous tourist attractions. If you avoid them, are you curious about them and want to visit them but you don’t have enough money or don’t you care about tourist attractions? Good question! I recently posted the story on my instagram about Machu Picchu in Peru, which I refused to visit because of the exorbitant entry fee. $70 USD to enter the site is an unreasonable amount...regardless the fact that it is undoubtedly a beautiful site to visit. I usually avoid big tourist traps, but sometimes you gotta pay. The most I've paid was $35 to enter Iguazu Falls and $35 to enter Perito moreno Glacier. Both worth it sincerely, even if overpriced. I left the others aside and went for the cheap ones instead.
I am from Greece.Where in Greece have you been?And how did you make money during these years to "pay the bills"? Oh mate!! what a beautiful country! I had a great time there! I spent most of my quarantine and lockdown in Crete, but I entered Greece from Albania, then rode down to the Peloponnese and rode to Athens, Evia and even Santorini!! Check my insta for all the amazing places I've seen! I am still stoked for the great hospitality I received from the greeks and the amazing places I've seen!! For the economical part of your question, please see previous answers, where I explained in details the money factor.
How do you plan what route you will take? Do you navigate primarily with map+compass? GPS on your phone? Both? If M+C, what sort of compass do you use, and where do you obtain your maps for each country or locality? Hello! I mostly use Google maps for my navigation and planning. Most of the info i get from the places I want to visit, are obtainable from the app itself. It's a brief guide but works for me. If in remote areas I use Maps.me, which works offline and has trails too.
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Have you tried getting a sponsorship from google for using their maps I actually thought about it...but never really went through with it. Maybe they let me mount a gigantic 360 camera on top of my helmet and then I'll be stuck with it. Haha
How do you deal with dirty toilets in some areas where you cannot find any usable ones if that has ever happened? Also what do you do when there are none around, like on a desert road or something? This and my trust issues with getting help from strangers is what keeps me from even thinking about doing something like what you're doing. Very pertinent question as I find myself sometimes with no toilets around. There's a basic system, which I wasn't really accustomed to...that is "squatting"...that help with the mentioned activity. When in the wild, you need to have the curtesy at least of (some privacy, obviously) digging a hole in the ground with a stick or something...and then covering it up when you are done with your business. Toilet paper and wet wipes have to be bagged and disposed in the first available garbage bag. This concerned N2, clearly. For N1, being a guy, it is quite practical. But there are a lot of girls travellers which simply "hide behind something". It is quite unorthodox but I guess you get used to it eventually. It's just a matter of doing it the first few times. Then It becomes ok.
What was the moment you thought, ''It was all worth it''? It was when I arrived back in Sydney, after riding all around Australia... After the first few days of riding I remember I had still some doubts on my mind about resigning and selling everything, etc. When I returned in my own beloved town, it was like i saw myself in the mirror. I saw myself as the person I was before...and the one I had become. And I didn't like the person I was before...so I understood that my life had changed forever. I realized that giving everything up was worth the realization of who I was at that time. I also realized that I couldn't stop there...
Wah! Thanks for the AmA! I've always wanted to have a chat with people who like to travel the world. Your answers are very straightforward, I love that! Did you ever get into trouble with local people like pickpockets and tourist scam? Did you ever have any emergency medical troubles? Do you try to enjoy local street food? (If so, did you ever had any stomache because your body isn't used to that type of food?). Err I think I've made too many questions at once. Have fun & enjoy your life adventure, whatever you decide to do in your future! No problems! It's a pleasure!! So, I never really had problems with pickpocketers. But I also always look around while walking in big cities. As I mentioned before, the only bad occurrence I had was in Canada, where somebody stole my rusty tools bag from my bike, while parked in Vancouver. I never had medical issue...hurray!!! I do LOVE to try all food. The "weirdest" the better! I think I have a fetish for local street food. So yeah, I eventually had a bit of stomachache but it was mostly my fault. I had a raw shrimp from a market in Mexico. Not wise! haha I built my immune system I think, just drinking tap water from everywhere. If locals don't die...I shouldn't either, right!? ;)
Is your ass now made of steel? I had to draw a line in the middle of my bum to see where my cheeks were... ;)
Have you been to Bulgaria yet? How much did you see if you have? No, I haven't. But It's definitely on my list.
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Are you taking reccomendations for places to visit in countries? Because i have a few reccomendations for bulgaria. Of course!! 😊 maybe send those to me as DM so those don't get lost in the post. Cheers!! 🙏
Have you ever worried about not being able to get a job later on once you stop travelling, due to the big gap between jobs in your CV? I am not an HR guy...but If I was... I would hire a guy that travelled the world on a motorcycle to have on my team, instead of somebody with straight AA, tons of certificates and no life experience. but maybe I'm wrong. ;)
100k+ on a KTM and no major problems? INCONCEIVABLE! Do you have an ADV th'd? ahha I know right!??! It's actually almost 200000 km mate and still going strong with no mechanical issues!! Crazy!! I am in awe too! I am on ADVRIDER, yes. But don't have a thread about this.
When did you find out about COVID and how has it affected your travels? Thanks and warmest regards! Oh man, that was such a bummer! I left italy on the 15th of Feb, 10 days before the first case in Lombardy. One week later it was already mayhem. As soon as the Italian disaster exploded, people started to look at me as carrier of virus...like they were doing with asians in general, no matter if they were from indonesia or mongolia or china. I entered Albania and there were rumors of borders starting to close. So I headed to Greece, since it is still EU and I could get sent back to Italy easily. After spending 4 months in Greece, I took the first available ferry back to Italy, where I am waiting for the pandemic to settle a bit. Then I'll leave again.
Hey Paolo, I recently rode a motorcycle across Vietnam and it got me inspired to ride from Alaska to Argentina, hopefully leaving next summer, virus permitting. I’ll most likely be riding my Honda CRF250L, not quite a KTM haha. Do you have any advice for a young man looking for more adventure? Yes. Great bike first of all!! You ll love it! South america is kind of paradise for motorcycling so...yeah. I would recommend you to pick the right seasons to ride alaska and patagonia. Crucial for the outcome of your expedition.
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I appreciate it! I’ll definitely keep the seasons in mind for Patagonia and have already made sure to head to Alaska in the summer. I mean, I went to Alaska in september and weather was amazing...and rode through patagonia in autumn which was chilly but absolutely fantastic! Less people and beautiful colours!
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Less people would definitely be a plus! What are the average speeds in South America or are certain country’s faster than others? I’m worried my CRF might not be fast enough in places. Your bike is absolutely fine. Do not worry about that
Ciao! I am a italian too, precisely sicilian. Next summer I will probably travel all sicily, how much money do you think i need to bring, and how can I save as much as possible? I want to stay a bunch of days while traveling through cities. Like 3 days at Agrigento, for example. Any suggestions are welcomed! Sto scrivendo in inglese pure per far vedere ad altri i tuoi suggerimenti Ciao! well, I cannot tell you how much you'll need to travel...even just Sicily. It depends where you are willing to sleep, what are you willing to sacrifice in terms of food and what time of the year you are planning to travel. Just know that food and accommodation are the most expensive elements of your trip.
Did you get any inspiration from Emilio Scotto’s ride around the world? Any plans (or desire) to try and break his record? I do not know him. I also never read the Motorcycle diaries or Zen and the art of motorcycle. Also never seen long way around or tried to grow a beard like Che guevara.
Just doing my thing, my own way. But there have been many before me for sure.
Did you ride in Nepal as well? If so, how did you find the roads and the journey through Nepal? Also what was your most adventurous experience here? I am a Nepalese so I am asking these to learn what people think when visiting my country. I haven't been that part of the world yet. But It's on my list!!!
Did you ever get down and dirty with anyone? Yes. Mostly with my motorcycle. :)
Why did you choose such a big bike? Is all the driving on roads? What modifications did you make before heading out? I chose my dream bike. I had no Idea where I would have taken my motorcycle in the future. At the time of purchase, I was in love with it. I still am!
I just added a lighter muffler, skid plate and rear rack. The bike itself is a marvel of technology.
I go on and offroad. see my youtube videos... ;)
Hey man, back when you were trekking across south america, did you visit Venezuela? When I was In brazil, It didn't occur to me to enter Venezuela. Then when I reached Colombia, the border with it was closed for vehicle due to the unstable situation. I really want to go. It's the pebble in my south american shoe. ;)
I have enjoyed watching your travels on IG. What is the scariest situation you have ever gotten yourself into while traveling? Thanks for tagging along! I had few close calls with my bike...but I guess, If you ride a motorcycle, it is quite common. I almost fell into a canyon... Ouch
Hi Paolo. Where would you say the best roads were? I mean, good condition, few potholes. Where would you say the best views were? What kind of spare parts did you bring along to make sure you could always keep going? Mmm best roads...i think ecuador had pretty spectacular new roads. At the time I think most roads were 5-10 years old and conditions were optimal.
Best views probably Peru. Nothing can beat the view from a 6000 m mountain...
You can't possibly carry all spare parts. You never know what could happen...but I did bring a spare front tube in case of a flat and some spare screws. Duct tape and cable ties are also a must for any traveller
[deleted] I do not have a single moment which I consider my favorite. Generally speaking, I could say that the "feeling of freedom" that riding with no schedule and limitation gives, Is the happy memory that I will bring with me even when this experience will be over. The scariest is certainly the moment when I almost fell into a canyon, while riding in Peru. Colca Canyon is one of the deepest canyons in the world and I lost control of the bike, riding down on a tiny dirt road. Fortunately I managed to stop right at the edge of it...but It took me a good 10 minutes to recover from that close call.
Have you ever feared for your life? As in, did it ever cross your mind that you might get mugged or something? Have you ever been mugged while traveling or been in that situation? Do you carry some sort of knife or gun? Never feared for my life. No. Maybe it's a bit naive of me but I've never felt in need to carry a weapon to protect myself. I don't think there are people out there willing to kill me to take my stuff. But i did cross countries where this kind of stuff happens. In any case, the probability that this would have happened was in my opinion way smaller than the contrary. In fact if you ever have the chance to talk to some of the other thousands of travellers that have been around for a while, none had the need to carry weapons or any sort of defense aid to protect their personage or belongings. Not even girls.
Have you had any accidents or near misses in your travels? If more than one, are there any that stand out? Tons!! Unfortunately riding a motorcycle doesn't leave any choice. I almost fell into a canyon in Peru. That wasn't good. Also, close calls with maaaany trucks in Bolivia. There are no driving rules there much... I crashed at 100km/h in Argentina and crashed against a wall, in San Francisco, distracted by my GPS. Normal day at the office! 😅
What was your favorite place you’ve traveled to so far? I have one favourite place, which I always mention because I support the underdogs... I also love nature and food, so...
Ecuador is my favourite country.
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Any specifics or highlights about Ecuador you can share? Looking for my next trip with a friend! Galapagos is like Jurassic Park. But with no fancy shopping center. Would recommend Baños and Cuenca area too.
What was it like going through the Middle East? I've always wanted to explore that part of the world. Haven't quite reached the middle east yet. Stopped by the covid. booo
Any issues or denials to get your bike through customs anywhere? Nope. Just showing my paperwork and off i went! So far I haven't been in countries that required Carnet de Passage.
I see you have good amount of followers on insta and You tube. Have you thought about using it as a source of income like travel bloggers do or have you already done that? If not have you thought about doing it? Also might be rude but how much did you save in those years that can last so long. I mean if i were to do it like is there any bracket amount you'd like to give us? Also what about your fam? Not enough to generate income on both i think. But yeah, maybe I ll give it a go in the future. Not sure though...because you need to constantly being absorbed by the platform and create content to generate a good income...which I saw with other people became a burden, in the long run. I saved up 40k in 5 years of work. Best advice I can give is to spend your money wisely. Do not spend it in booze or clothes or any other unnecessary commodity that is not relevant in the long run. Being constantly focused on the preparation of the trip is 80% of what it actually takes to go fo it.
My family has been generally supportive about my trip. They sometimes worry but they do because they care. They don't fully understand my life choices but they respect those because they realized I am the only one responsible for my own future.
What is the worst weather you have had to ride through, and how did you deal with it? Oh man!! 2 days. One was when I rode 750km under frozen rain in canada, against 60km/h headwind, along lake superior. After i reached my destination, i watched the news and saw that they closed the road I just rode on because it collapsed, devoured by the amount of water that fell from the sky. Average temp was 2 degrees Celsius.
The other day was when I arrived in Vancouver 2 years ago in march. 30 cm of snow. -5°C and worst snow storm in the last decade. If i didn't die that day...
Great AMA. Just watched a few of your YouTube videos. Do you have music playing constantly while riding? How has your music likes changed and is there any songs you still play today from the Australia trip? Thanks I never listen to music while riding. I actually put some earplugs and try to enjoy the ride and let my thoughts flow. It's my meditation moment. Music I listen to change constantly...depending on mood and situation. I probably still have some ACDC tunes laying around in my playlists somewhere. ;)
How did you cross the Darian Gap? There were 4 options: - shipping container (Not so cheap, time consuming and risky in terms of getting the bike out from the port) $750 - air freight (fast. 4 hours and you are from one side to the other. not cheap, quick and headaches free) $1000 - fishermen boat (slow. Unsafe? Bike gets covered in salt for 5 days) $600 - sailing boat (5 days cruise to the san blas islands. Expensive. But fun holiday overall) $1200
I went with the plane.
Where you ever afraid or unsafe? I’ve wanted to backpack through South America, but as a single woman I’m afraid of putting myself in a dangerous situation. It's completely understandable to be worried in that sense. What I can tell you is that there is nothing to worry about. There are women travelling solo in many ways (backpacking, cycling, motorcycle, etc) through south america and they are FINE! No problems. I can list you the "do and don't" about travelling, but I believe that having a bit of commons sense is crucial. If you look for female solo travellers on insta, you will find tons of them. I am sure that they can give you a better and more specific understanding of what entails to travel solo as a woman in third world countries. But again, DO NOT WORRY. It is SAFE.
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I did it in Europe and Iceland, but South America makes me more weary. What about bringing children? Did it feel safe for kids? Also, when it came to your hostel stays, did you ever see any families? Kids will have a blast in SA! I met plenty of families travelling with kids. It is challenging because of the school thing but it is possible!! The internet and online classes nowadays...
People in SA are very family oriented and have special care for kids. It is an incredible experience for kids to see a reality like the one over there.
Hostels are not quite the best for kids, I admit it. You can find plenty of bnb alternatives and family rooms all over the continent. The same options are available all over the world (hostels, bnb, hotel, motel, apartments, etc).
I'm thinking of purchasing the same bike, is it the R model?. What made you choose this bike as opposed to something that is shaft driven? how did you find the chain maintenance aspect over so many miles? It's amazing there were no mechanical problems at all. Is there a specific brand tyre you use and how many miles would you get from a set? were there many puncturers or blowouts? Knowing what you know now, would you have changed anything with the bike or added something before beginning the journey? I ride the 1190 adventure NON R model. I prefer chain because it's sincerely I wouldn't want to find myself with broken shaft in the middle of Bolivia. Chain can last up to 40-50k km if well maintained and lubricated. It doesn't take much of your time and it helps reminding yourself that you have to take care of your bike too. I really loved Shinko 705 as tyres. Cheap and super grippy in all surfaces. I didn't have many punctures at all. Maybe 4 in the whole trip! Lucky!
Sincerely, this bike has been beyond perfect and I am still in awe by the reliability and performances of this machine. Kudos to KTM for making such a monstruos bike! If you are not into fast corners and putting your knee down in turns, the R model is actually better because of the customizable shocks. Mine comes with WP electronic suspensions which can't be replaced with others.
Hi Paolo, been a long time follower on Instagram (since South America). Great to see you on here! Initially when you went to work in Australia, did you receive a job offer before moving there, or did you find it once already settled? How come you still have residency in Australia when you've travelled the world for years? Have you ever received any sponsorships along your travels (E.g. from companies or Instagram itself)? If not, have you considered going down that route in order to support your continuous journey? Best of luck, and I look forward to see where the road takes you. Hey! Thanks for tagging along since such a long time!!
When I moved to Australia I didn't have a job. I spent the first months just looking for some temp gigs, while settling in that new country, at the time. It was crazy because in 2010 people here in Italy thought I went mad for leaving my safe job here, and moving to Australia with no job and as an immigrant. Turned out to be a good choice after all!
I have residency there because I am also a citizen there. Got my Australian passport in 2014.
I haven't received any sponsorship or any monetary endorsement from any companies through Instagram. I don't have enough followers I believe to be considered an "influencer".
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It's always a pleasure tagging along. That's fantastic. I want to work in a different country but all of those I've looked at only allow a work permit if you have been offered work or have experience in specialised manager positions. And as far as I know, one cannot apply for jobs while on a tourist/visitor visa. How did you work around that? Amazing achievement to receive your Australian citizenship in just 4 years! Ah, I see. What a funny world we live in. I moved to Australia with a working holiday visa, which allowed me to work only for 6 months at the time for each employer. I started working for a recruitment agency and then got bought and hired by my other company, that eventually sponsored me for my residency.
How has your sex life been on the trip? Haha sorry, it does say ask me 'anything'. I guess what I'm saying more specifically is a lot of guys have a fantasy of doing exactly what you're doing and doing plenty of "socializing" in different countries no strings attached. Just wondering if your trip has been fun in that regard or if it's too difficult when staying in hostels etc I did answer this question already but I'll go into few details again. Travelling in hostels is good and bad. You meet a lot of people but there's no privacy. I tend to respect other people generally so I avoid having sex on bunk beds, bathrooms and stuff like that (which happened to me instead). Not the best to have your bed rattling and having to wear headphones with loud music, trying to get some sleep. Haha
Anyway, the main "issue" in travelling and socializing is that you always have to leave. So unless you go partying and go for the wild night...every night...it's not simple to get close to somebody, even in that sense.
Anyway, my sex life was definitely complicated, compared to the one I had when living in one fixed place in Australia.
Amazing. A question: were you an experienced bike rider before you set off on your trip, or did you decide to use a bike on a whim, and learned as you went? How much biking experience would you recommend to someone before they try a trip like this? Also, what are your thoughts about using a bike vs a car? With a car, you can sleep in the back, making accommodations cheaper, and maybe a bit more luxurious than a tent, but they're also larger, more unwieldy things that cost more to fuel and repair. Hey! I've been riding motorcycles since I was 14yo (even earlier). So I guess I was kind of an experienced rider, but I wasn't an experience long distance rider so... Not sure if it makes sense to you.
I met different people who recently learned how to ride, doing the same thing I was doing with small learner bikes. I mean, there are literally no limits on what can you do if you want to do it and just...do it, without thinking too much about it.
You know what they say... 4 wheels move the body, 2 wheels move the soul.
Have you been to the Philippines? If so what was your experience and opinion about the place? Nooo! but definitely want to go there!!! I have a lot of Filipino friends in Australia and they told me about some incredible places to visit!
Just out of curiosity, when you go across continents. Do you start saving up weeks beforehand since the tickets will cost more than your usual expenditure and not to mention shipping your bike as well? Hopefully I can meet you in real life someday! I'm from Hong Kong but just started learning Italian during the pandemic! Grazie mille! Kudos to you, my friend!! Learning Italian is quite the challenge! just know that even most italians can't speak proper italian, so you'll be fine once visiting the country! ;)
I've been living off my savings so I've been just crossing countries like that. no much planning. Just hop on the bike and go. Shipping of motorcycle only occurred from Australia to South America and from Canada to Ireland. First one was by shipping boat and second one was with Air Canada Cargo. Incredibly, flying was cheaper.
Did you ever wish you had a smaller bike? I‘ve wanted to ask this question for years, ever since I saw a Ewan McGregor travel show, “Long Way Around.” In Ewan’s journey, he used a large BMW 1150/1200, and he was always joking about how jealous he was of the little bike (Ural 500cc?) his friend eventually rode. Thanks in advance! Yes. I was wishing I had a smaller and lighter bike when I was riding on sand in Brasil or Australia. But then I was quite happy to have a 1200cc engine under my seat when I was going up on some 5000m mountains or during long 800km day rides.
I mean, there is no perfect bike... And there are pro and cons with any kind of bike.
You just have to pick yours and go with it!
Have you heard of the bike dog? The_bike_dog on insta Yes!! I follow him on Insta!! Amazing feed!
Where are you now and what are your next 5 countries on your list? Italy now! The next 5 up will depend on how covid behaves in the next few months.
Did you ever make it to New Zealand? If so what was you favourite place in NZ? If not, do you plan to in the future? I've been to new zealand but not with my motorcycle. It is one of my dreams to ride there though. After what I've seen...
Amazing! Are you going to cross Austria? We have Schnitzel and Apfelstrudel 😉 Ahah Austria is next on my list of countries to visit. I PROMISE! ...i mean, i ride a KTM!
Have you ever been attacked by locals? If so, what was the reason? The only locals that really attacked me were stray dogs in Chile. Hundreds of those in the streets. They get pretty hostile when in groups...and they aim at the wheels mostly. They chase you and bark at your ankles. Haha 50 meters of pure adrenaline
How do you arrange money for food and fuel? How do you see yourself living your old age given that you likely don't have enough savings for retirement.... to survive in your 50+ or retirement age? I already addressed the money factor, but I will answer to the second question. I see myself as an old man...living in a 4x4 campervan, parked on some remote beach in Australia, alone, maybe with a dog... Probably with an empty bank account and no big house, but a life full of memories and hopefully a better understanding of myself as a human being. You are only afraid to die if you haven't fully lived, mate!
What do you enjoy about this lifestyle? And what’s a typical day like for you? The best thing about this lifestyle is the freedom that comes with it. No alarms in the morning, nobody that tells you what to do, no schedules. Free.
I wake up, have coffee and a small bite while checking my social media. Then I look at the map to see where and which routes could be feasible for the day. Then i pack and ride off. Half way in i look for accommodations in the potential destination. When I get there i check around and see if i like it or not. If yes I stay, otherwise i move on to the next location. This is something that only travelling on a motorcycle can give you. Fast change of location, no traffic, easy stop and go, low visibility. Then i find my spot for the night, unpack and enjoy my daily meal. Usually fresh veggies or some local products. At night i rest or sometimes exercise a bit.
Great AMA! 1. Do you ever wish you were with someone, to not be alone in your experiences? Or maybe for people to tag along for a while? (A 2nd person all the time might be a bit much if you like being by yourself). I’ve travelled a little bit by myself and really enjoyed being alone, but sometimes afterwards you might want to talk about an experience with someone who was there with you. I found the freedom of being alone more important, but I’ve never travelled as long as you. 2. Do you ever think of a future where you want to settle down? Maybe wife, kids, and all that? Did your wishes about that change while on the road? Good luck to you! I have travelled with another rider and even a couple. Not for me. It is hard to find another person you get along with 100%, especially when you are used to have it your way for so long! Said this if you are a solo rider, travelling with a couple 2up, is complicated because they usually have different speed and needs. I prefer to not have a partner with me. It would change the overall experience and I wouldn't be able to be by myself in silence and have moments of absolute peace. You can't be in touch with yourself and embrace the change with another person constantly reminding you who you are and who you have to be. Unfortunately the downsides are sometimes the moments of loneliness...but again, I got used to it. And now i prefer it this way.
As far as family and settling down goes...i am 40 years old and most of my friends are married, with stable jobs and kids. So yeah, it's a constant reminder of my choice in life. But so far, i am happy with what I have done. It's a choice and I am aware of the consequences.
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2020.09.06 23:16 BananaBeeLuna I am never drinking beer again

I am more freaked out right now than you can ever imagine. I don’t even know what to do, and I am still shaking as I write this.
I am definitely going to call the police tonight and tell them what happened, but I am so scared. I am afraid of what is going to happen to me…. Why has nobody ever called the cops on him before? What if they did, but my boss hid everything before the cops got there? What if I get blamed too since I work there and end up in jail? I need this to go viral online, and that way even if I get arrested or if something terrible happens to me, everyone will know the truth.
Let me start at the very beginning. I will tell you my story while I try to calm down. If I am somehow partially blamed for this, I want everyone to know the truth about what actually happened.
I was fresh out of college with an associate in basic biology, when I got offered an awesome job at one of the most popular beer companies in America. I can’t tell you guys the name, because I honestly don’t want to get sued. But I can say that they are beloved by nearly every American and have a very good reputation as the go-to beer for barbeques and parties. If I am being honest, I never really expected to amount to much as far as my career goes. I pretty much only got a degree to please my parents and because they paid for it, not really because I was interested in it. I was a bartender, and I liked doing that. It was a good job, and I made a decent amount of money already. I figured I wouldn’t be able to get any kind of science job without a bachelor’s degree and would end up still working at a restaurant anyway. I imagined telling my parents, “see? I told you getting a degree wouldn’t be worth anything these days!”
I was still working in the restaurant at the bar about a week after I graduated, when we got a new beer order delivered. I struck up a little small talk with the delivery guy, asking questions about the newest brew, and he really seemed to take a liking to me. He asked me about my background and I told him I had just graduated with my biology associates, and he brightened up a bit. He asked me if I was interested in a job at the brewery and I instantly got excited. I wasn’t very interested in science, but I LOVED beer. The idea of combining the two to make a career that I would enjoy while also getting my parents off of my back sounded perfect to me. We discussed the details, and he thought that I would be perfect fit for the Brewer position that was opening up this week.
The next day, I went in for an interview with the boss. His name was James, and he had a bright smile and a good attitude. He was an awesome and charismatic guy and we got along great. I was so nervous on my way there, but his excited and relaxed personality helped me feel at ease and the interview had a casual feeling. He offered me the job for a high salary and full benefits, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I never in a million years expected to be offered such a high salary straight out of college with no experience. There was no way I was going to turn down an opportunity like that. I was supposed to start in two weeks after I put in my notice at my other job.
Everything seemed like it was going my way, my parents were super proud of me, and I would soon have a high enough salary that I would be able to actually buy a house instead of staying in my shitty apartment. I guess I should have seen that something weird was going on because it was all too good to be true, but I was naïve.
Other people didn’t have a good opinion of the place, and there were rumors. I found out about it when I was telling a coworker about me quitting the bar and starting a new job there. She frowned and said, “I don’t know Andrew, that seems too good to be true. There apparently is always a high turn over rate because the boss is an asshole. At least that is what one of the delivery guys told me one time when I went out for dinner with him.”
This puzzled me, because the boss seemed like such a cool guy. I shrugged it off though, because aren’t most bosses assholes? Don’t most of them get a power trip and act like dicks to their workers? I felt like I could handle a little emotional abuse for the hefty paycheck I would be getting. Hell, after working at some shitty places with bad management for minimum wage, I figured I would take any kind of verbal abuse for the kind of money I would be making at this place.
Fast forward a few months, I had really gotten into the swing of the job. In a way, the job was kind of peaceful and therapeutic. I would start first thing in the morning by milling the grain. I would then transfer the milled grain to a giant vat where it would be mixed with hot water. This would break down the malt starch into sugars. Then I would pump the mix into something called a lauter tun. This step would separate the grain husks from a sugary liquid. This would be boiled in a giant kettle and then I would add the hops. That would steep for a while, kind of like how you would steep tea, and then it would be cooled and strained. That is where my part of the job ended, and the mix would be fermented for various amounts of time and aged by one of the other brewers before it was taken and bottled. It sounds like doing this every day would be boring, but honestly it wasn’t. The people I worked with were awesome and friendly and everything was going perfect.
My boss did have a reputation for being a perfectionist with a temper. He liked everything to be perfect and was very strict on that. Sloppy work was not tolerated, and there was a big turnover rate for workers and brewers who were not deemed to be working hard enough. One time I came into work to hear the guys whispering angrily about someone being fired. The guy who worked the later shift said he had come back inside to grab his wallet that he left in his locker, and he heard James screaming at him and things being thrown around in the fermentation room. He said he got the hell out of there before he risked getting fired too for eavesdropping. Apparently, that night the guy must have cleaned out his desk and washed his hands of the place because no one saw him or heard from him again after that.
I know what you are thinking, that should have been red flags right away. I know my boss scared people, but I never had any issue with him. I was a quiet guy, and I kept my head down and just did my job. I didn’t stand around gossiping or goofing around. I was the strong silent type and I guess James seemed to like that because he was quite fond of me. He complimented my work often, and gave me pretty significant Holliday bonuses on my checks. I had gotten a raise twice by the time I worked there for two years. He was extremely passionate and enthusiastic about experimenting with new beers with various flavors and I was paid extra because he always had me sample them and write him detailed reviews about the flavor profiles. Sometimes they were very good, and sometimes they were honestly too sour or bitter, but he appreciated my honesty and really wanted to be the guy who made the next best seller and get the credit for it. He often invited me to his office for lunch and we sat and talked about sports and the weather. He was always kind to me during these lunch moments, and there was nothing odd about it except how bloody he always ate his meat.
Thinking back, there were a few very suspicious incidents that happened while I was working there that I brushed off at the time as being nothing important. There was one time that a worker had slipped and fallen into the bin where we boiled the hops while everyone was on their lunch break. He had been in there alone for some reason during a brew cycle and I guess had somehow slipped and fallen over the railing. We heard a scream from the break room and a few guys ran out there to make sure no one was hurt, but they didn’t see anything. My shift ended before the hops got strained that day, but I found out the next day that they had found his body when some of his gooey melted flesh clogged up the strainer. I am grateful that I was not the one who found him. I don’t know what I would have done if I had opened up the cooling vat to find the liquefied corpse of my coworker. The boiling water is so hot but not hot enough to kill someone instantly, so he would have had a very painful death and would have been alive for at least a few minutes of pure agony while he was drowning and his skin was melting off. There was a whole police investigation into the incident and it was ruled as an accident. Unfortunately, there was no cameras to see what happened, but everyone assumed he slipped. The poor guy who found him quit the next day and I heard he is still going to therapy to try to process the trauma. Of course, we lost a whole batch of beer that week because we had to throw it all out, and James was angry and fidgety all week because of it.
Another strange thing that happened was that one day, James asked me to do something weird. He asked me to help him move some micro brewing supplies to a weird area of the brewery. We have small batch brewing equipment for testing out new ideas and flavors without making a large batch. It was normally kept in the fermenting and aging room, as it was still pretty large. James had me forklift it to an obscure area of the building used for sanitizing and storing equipment that wasn’t used anymore. When I asked him about it, he said it had to be deep cleaned because there had been a strange taste the last time a batch was made. This made no sense to me, because the equipment all gets sanitized daily with some pretty extreme sanitizing methods. Sanitizing it in this area of the building or the other place it was usually at made no difference at all. I didn’t say anything though, and I just nodded and said “Sounds good boss.” And he grinned at me with his charismatic smile. That paycheck was worth it right?
The following week, that was when it hit me full in the face that something weird was definitely going on here. I was collecting all of the bags from across the factory in a big rolling cart to take to the outdoor dumpster. When I started transferring all of the bags to the dumpster, one of them was leaking. ‘Gross!’ I exclaimed as I jumped back and roughly tossed the heavy bag into the dumpster, getting garbage juice on my shoes in the process. I quickly finished tossing all the bags in, and then ran to the restroom to clean the foul smelling juice off before it dried. I took my shoes off in the sink and started scrubbing them vigorously, when I realized something horrible. My heart started beating faster and my breathing got quicker as I realized that the ‘garbage juice’ was blood. I felt dizzy, and my head started to hurt, fearing that another one of my coworkers had somehow gotten in a deadly accident.
I stood there, staring in horror at my shoes for what seemed like forever before I finally worked up the courage to go and look in the garbage bags. Something wasn’t right, because if someone had gotten hurt, there was no way they would have ended up in neatly tied garbage bags. I was afraid that I had discovered a murder, and I hoped that I was wrong and it had been something other than blood. My heart was pounding as I walked back outside to the dumpster, trying to make sure I avoided any attention from my coworkers along the way. I felt like I was going to be caught and killed at any moment as I climbed into the dumpster and started slowly digging through the trash. What I found was even more confusing than what I expected.
I opened the bag slowly, almost in tears and on the edge of a panic attack. I didn’t know what I would do if I found body parts inside. I thought that there was a good chance that I would faint, but my morbid horror and curiosity was yelling at me to open it. I just had to know what was in there. What I found was three dead dogs, all dismembered and wrapped in towels that were stained with blood. I vomited up my lunch immediately.
I didn’t know what to do. It didn’t make any sense at all. I was so confused about why someone would do this and where the dogs even came from. It was clearly done deliberately, but who would do something like that? I knew there were some psychos out there in the world who liked torturing animals, but why would someone butcher animals at somewhere like a brewery instead of their own home? It was psychotic and deranged, and they just tossed them in the garbage like it was no big deal? I knew the bags had come from inside the building, there was no doubt about that. But I just didn’t understand why and I was totally creeped out. I really wanted to tell someone, but I was honestly afraid and I didn’t know who did it. I honestly didn’t know a lot of the guys here because not many of them stayed for very long. I thought about telling my boss but there was a feeling in my gut that told me that was a bad idea. What if it was him that did it? Someone crazy enough to kill animals at the place they worked would definitely kill a human too.
I felt terrified and sick, and I walked to my bosses office in a daze with vomit on my shirt and told him that I was feeling unwell and needed to go home. He frowned at me and looked down at my shoes, where the blood stain was slightly obscured by vomit.
“Did you take the trash out?” he asked, his voice cold and calm. His eyes were slightly narrowed and he made direct eye contact with me, freezing me to the spot.
An icy chill went down my spine. ‘It was him. He knows I saw.’ A voice in my head whispered in a panic. I started to panic and lied, “I am so sorry boss, no I didn’t. I was going too but I guess I am coming down with something. I threw up in the break room but I cleaned it up. Thomas took the trash out for me while I went to the bathroom.
My lie apparently worked, because he visibly relaxed in his chair. “Go home then, get some rest.” He said with a fake charismatic smile. I kept my face under control thanks to the waves of nausea crashing through my body, and quickly booked it out of the Brewery as fast as I could.
I took the next two weeks off, faking that I got the flu. I had already used my sick time earlier that year when I had a bad case of bronchitis, but James allowed me to just ‘work from home’ during that time. He said he would pay me my full two weeks salary if I just sampled a few of his experimental new flavors and emailed him a review of each. That was pretty normal and something I did often already so it was nice to get paid full time for it. He dropped the beer off at my door with some chicken noodle soup and a bottle of sprite. It was nice of him, but all I felt towards him now was distrust and suspicion. The beer tasted like crap by the way. The little note on the can said ‘meant to be enjoyed with cooked meat’ but the thought of eating meat grossed me out after seeing the cut-up dogs and I just drank it by itself. It had a metallic and almost salty taste and was way too strong of an IPA for my preference. Still a little afraid of him, I decided the best course of action this time was to lie and give him a good review of the beer just to make sure he was happy. In the email I told him that he had come up with a winner this time. That seemed to make him excited, and he told me he would keep working on improving it.
During those two weeks, I thought about calling the cops multiple times. I decided not to, because by now the dumpster had already been emptied and there would be no proof. They might even think I was crazy. I honestly didn’t even know if they would arrest someone for killing dogs or if it would just be a ticket, and I didn’t want to be on the other side of being a snitch if the man wasn’t in jail. I knew that something was horribly wrong with James and I just wanted to get away from him. I started applying to multiple jobs. I felt jumpy and afraid, and I had a few nightmares where he broke into my house to kill me for finding out his secret. I had enough saved up from getting such a high salary for two years that I could go without a job for a little while, so I decided to go ahead and quit even though I didn’t have anything else lined up. I felt like I couldn’t look James in the eye ever again.
I decided to do something kind of unprofessional, but I wanted to quit without having to face him again. I typed up a letter of resignation, and made up a lie in it that my sick grandmother in another state needed me to be her caretaker and I would have to move in with her right way, and that I was putting in my immediate notice. I didn’t care that I didn’t put in my full two weeks, because there was no way I was going to spend another minute working in a business for some psycho. I printed out my letter and headed up to the Brewery at around 3am when I was sure no one would be there. I planned on slipping the letter under his door and cleaning out my locker in the middle of the night so I wouldn’t have to encounter anyone.
I walked into the brewery to find that a lot of the lights were still on, which was strange because the last shift person usually turns them all off. I looked around and listened for a moment, but I didn’t hear anyone, so I shrugged it off that they just forgot. I had just slipped the note under James’ door and was heading to my locker when I hear what sounded like music playing quietly from somewhere in the brewery. My instinct was telling me to get the fuck out of there, but my curiosity got the better of me and I started slowly walking in the direction of the music. I quietly crept through the brewery, following the music until I reached the old brewing equipment storage room, the same one that James had me move equipment to a month ago. I peeked my head around the corner and froze at what I saw.
James was singing softly to what sounded like opera style of music, draped in a blue apron and had goggles strapped to his face. The room was moderately lit, and his back was towards me. He was singing some song about brewing beer that I was unfamiliar with, and I could see that something was hanging in front of him. My stomach plummeted when my brain filled in what was out of my view and I almost vomited again when I assumed it was a dead dog hanging upside down by a hook. He scooped up a large pitcher of what looked like dark red blood from a large vat under the hanging creature, and turned to walk over to another container full of beer.
As he walked away, he was no longer obscuring the hanging creature, and I was able to see what it actually was. It was not a dog, it was a woman. She was hanging upside down above a vat with her throat slit deeply. It oozed blood down her face and dripped off of her hair. She was dead, and suspended from the chain with a hook shoved cleanly through her lower stomach. Her feet were zip tied to the chain above her. She was dressed in skimpy clothing, likely a poor sex worker who had been lured here under false pretenses and became this psychopath’s victim. He was bleeding her dry like she was a pig at the slaughter. The bloody knife that he had likely used was laying on a towel on the floor, glistening in the dim lighting.
As I watched him, frozen to the spot in fear, I realized what he was doing. He was making his crazy beer experiments with human blood!! He didn’t just kill the dogs for fun, he also likely drained their blood to use in his beer, and now he was escalating to humans. My stomach lurched and I swallowed back vomit when the pieces started to fall into place. The beer he had brought me to sample….. the metallic salty taste…. Was beer made with dog blood…. And I had told him it was a winner! Was he was doing this because I enabled him by telling him it was good? Was this his first human kill? Or had he been killing workers who angered him all this time? Had I drunk experimental beer made with human blood or body parts before and didn’t even know it? I didn’t know, but I was sick to my stomach.
He was a sick fucking psycho, and I was terrified. He wasn’t just an ordinary psychopath who killed people, he went a step further and got off to secretly making other people drink blood and who knows what else. I had been working under him and ignoring all the red flags for two years because of the money. I could have been the next one killed at any time.
I got ahold of my senses before I collapsed in full blown panic, and I slowly crept backwards away from the door. My heart was pounding so loudly it was like a roaring in my ears. I walked as quietly and quickly as possible out of the hallway and back through the brewery. I was certain that at any moment, he was going to pop out from around the corner and stab me with the bloody knife. I was so scared that I was shaking heavily and trying my best to keep my teeth from chattering. I didn’t want to die, and my flight response took over and got me the hell out of the building. I didn’t stop to get my stuff from my locker, I just got out as fast as I could. The second my feet hit the concrete outside I started running and didn’t stop until I got to my car. I shakily drove home with trembling hands and locked my door tight when I got there. Lucky for me, he never realized I was there.
The panic I experience when all the adrenalin was gone from my body was extreme. I shook and trembled and vomited for what felt like hours once I was in the safety of my home. I got a knife and laid it next to me in bed just to maintain some sense of safety. I started writing this not long after I calmed down, and it gave me a chance to collect my thoughts. I was going to call the police that morning and tell them everything. I was stupid not to notice all the suspicious things that were going on, but I never ever would have encouraged his beer flavor experimentation if I realized that murder would be the end result. I took a shower, got some clean clothes on, and was sitting down getting ready to call the cops, when I heard a light knocking on my door.
I immediately froze, not moving an inch from my computer. My heart started pounding again, and I swear I was going to have a heart attack from all these panic inducing experiences. I did not answer the door, and stayed rooted to the spot with my hand gripped tightly around my knife until a long time after I heard the footsteps retreating from my house. I crept to the window quietly and peeked out, seeing no one in sight.
I sighed in relief, assuming it was just a neighbor that had come over to ask for something, until I noticed something was sitting on my doorstep. Cautiously, I opened the door a fraction until I saw a few cans of beer laying in the doorway with a note on top that read, “I found your letter; I am sorry I missed you when you came by tonight. Here is my newest flavor, thanks for helping me make it. I am excited for you to try it.” “P.S. You will be getting a big raise next week. I see a lot of myself in you.”
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2020.09.06 20:33 throwandglowpics During sex inside body camera

My girlfriend and I have been dating for over a decade. We had some serious credit issues that we had to work through but handled all of that and had begun our house search a couple months ago. Recently, our living situation changed, and rather than rent a place we're each staying at a different place for the next couple of months until we can find and purchase a house. Myself and our kids live with a family member. She lives with her friend in an apartment. We're roughly 15 minutes away from each other so it's not an LDR and we don't go extended periods of time without seeing each other.
Recently I was over at her apartment and was helping her sign up for a bank account on her iPad because she's going to join my credit union. I thought it was weird she was basically hovering over me the entire time and never left my side while we were reviewing paperwork. As soon as that was done she grabbed the iPad and wanted to go smoke (cigarettes, outside). Something about that didn't sit right with me. We don't normally dig through each others devices, and we dont share passwords, but I just had one of those gut feelings.
We smoked and I was going to take off because I had work the next day, but she wanted me to do something (not sex) so still being bothered by the hovering during the credit union sign-up, I half-jokingly said I'd do it for a look inside her iPad. She asked me why, but ultimately relented and handed it over. I only looked in the most obvious places, like in her photos and texts, but there was nothing interesting or disturbing there. I looked at her Activity Log in facebook and all she does is search my ex-girlfriends all of the time. After more than a decade you'd think I would have moved on, but she doesn't think so. It's weird, but whatever.
I was done and about to hand it back but the I noticed an app called "Amazon Photos." We use a lot of Amazon apps/products but I wasn't familiar with this one. She said it just backs up the photos on your device and she used it to save storage since she only has 64GB. I opened it up just to take a look at the app really, and fully expected to see the same pics that were on her iPad, but this is where the trouble starts.
I scrolled down to 2 days ago and it was clear there were pics of her in front of a mirror wearing nothing but a garter belt and thong. I asked her what those were and she immediately got standoff-ish and said "Don't look at those! Don't look at those!" and used her finger to scroll the page down well past these photos. This type of reaction was unsettling and that feeling in my gut intensified.
Her roommate is a lewd photographer and takes these types of pictures for a living. These weren't professional, though. These were clearly selfies taken using a mirror and you can see the device in her hand. I asked her again about them and she said, "I didn't know those were backed up here. I deleted them." They had been taken on her phone, which is why the photos in Amazon Photos didn't match the photos on her iPad. I asked her why she didn't want me to see them and she said she didn't like them so she deleted them.
This has been a big issue in our relationship because she hasn't sent me anything like this since probably our first year together. No titty tuesday pics, no thong thursday, no nothing. No pics when I would be out of town and nothing to entice me to leave work early. I brought this up several times before and she always said that she didn't have time to do that with the kids running around. It doesn't take long to take a thong pic in the mirror, but whatever. She doesn't have the kids living with her now, didn't have a job, and clearly had time to take them. She didn't send them to me. I told her that I wanted her to send them to me and she never sent them.
The reason this bothers me is because I think they were never meant to be sent to me. I think they were meant for someone else. This wasn't a pic of her wearing a thong that she took by pulling her shorts down and then decided it didn't look right. There were several of these pictures. She had to go to some effort to get this garter belt and thong from the collection her friend has for her lewd shoots and put it on. She didn't go to that effort to just take some pics and then delete them. Over half of her phone storage is taken up by photos and she doesn't actively go through deleting pics. It would be extremely rare for her to delete any photos, and the only thing I've known her to delete is some videos where the kids run around the house with the camera filming nonsense.
I decided to ask a friend if I was overthinking this and before I could even add details about how I felt about this he said "Those were meant for someone else. They were probably sent to someone else and then deleted but she didn't realize they'd be backed up in amazon." He didn't buy the explanation that she deleted them because she didn't like them. He asked his girlfriend her opinion and she didn't buy that either. So the next day I stopped at the store to get gas and cigarettes and left my phone in the car so the kids could use my hotspot. While I was in the store she went through my texts and read the conversation with this person.
This kicked off a fight for the rest of the night. 99% of that conversation is about those photos. The other 1% is about how it seems she only wants me to come over if I'm bringing her something (most of her stuff is still with me), buying her something (she didn't have a job so I was paying her rent/groceries/cigarettes/etc) or bringing her something to get high on (she likes adderall). The only things she addressed were everything except the pictures. She started throwing a lot of stuff into the fight that wasn't in that convo and it really seemed like she wanted to redirect the topic or somehow put the blame on me for how I felt. I asked her what part of anything that I said in that convo wasn't true and she admitted that nothing was untrue but I was leaving out a lot of details. I think the obvious response would have been saying that everything I was saying about the photos and why they exist/what she did with them was false, but she didn't say anything about that. When I pushed the issue about the photos she just said roundabout things like "you said plenty of things that weren't true" (even after just admitting nothing i said was untrue) or accused me of only caring about it "to feel better about what you're doing or plan to do" (not sure what this means other than maybe she thinks I'm plotting and planning to leave her). I just kept bringing the pictures up but she kept going back to any other topic. She spent hours in person and over text raising hell about me talking about when she wants to see me and what I do for her, and less than a minute addressing the pictures.
I think your gut instincts usually alert you when something is off/wrong. Does her explanation seem believable? If so, why did she freak out when I saw the pictures in Amazon photos? Once I saw them, and told her I wanted them, why didn't she send them to me? I have sex with her and we have two kids so it's not like I haven't seen every part of her body without clothes on. Why did she want to spend so much time fighting about minor points in my convo with my friend when the overwhelming vast majority of that convo was about those pictures? Why did she go through my phone after I brought this issue up? She threw her iPad at me last night and told me to look at whatever, but it's been over 24 hours since I saw those pictures so I'm sure anything she didn't want me to see has already been scrubbed from it.
tl;dr - found lewd pics of my girlfriend on her iPad that were apparently deleted but backed up in amazon, she didn't send them to me, claimed it was because she didn't like them
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2020.09.04 16:57 welcometosouthapp Welcome to South App #6: "Greek Invasion"

Friday, September 4th, 2020
I can’t believe Winston’s making me do this on my birthday!
It was sunrise on Gigi’s 19th birthday. She dragged a gas-powered chainsaw across the North Campus quad. An hour earlier, Winston had woken Gigi up with a phone call. “Fetch my chainsaw from under the bed and meet me at the library.Click. Not even a “Happy birthday.”
So, she’d rolled out of bed in a white tank top and baby-blue yoga pants. Call it morbid curiosity. Only Winston could come up with such demands, after all.
Gigi was streaked in oil and sweat. She hobbled to the library entrance and let the hunk of metal fall to the ground. North Campus was a vast expanse of willow trees and solitude at sunrise. But something was very…off.
Suddenly, Winston popped out of the bushes and pointed a pistol at Gigi’s forehead. “You’re alone on campus on a day like today,” he rattled off. “Out of the blue, some hooligan hops out of the bushes and tells you to wring your pockets. But you’re wearing a sundress, so you don’t have any pockets. So instead, he-”
“YEET!” Gigi screamed, kicking Winston’s crotch. He crumbled to the ground, hitting a falsetto.
“Oh...shit! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Shiiiet, it’s all right,” Winston moaned, rolling over on his back. Gigi’s frowning, pale face eclipsed the rising sun. “Happy birthday. It’s a Smith and Wesson Bodyguard. Too small for me. Be mindful of the trigger-pull and recoil. But I reckon it’s compact enough for your frou-frou jeans.”
“Oh! I...thank you! But why?” The warm gun fit in her small hand like a glove.
Winston stood up. “Hell, you’ve had my back since I got here. I reckon I oughta return the favor. I ain’t the brightest slice of pie in the knife drawer. But as long as you’re the brains, I may as well make due and be the brawn.”
I stole your other gun and our friends stole your fake IDs! is what Gigi wanted to say. “You...make me feel really safe, Winston!” is what she actually said, slipping the gun in her purse.
Winston lifted the chainsaw. “Welp, it’s time to cut some ties. We’ve got a rat in the frat. Some Alpha Beta Kappa brother pretendin’ to be one of us. See that tree down yonder? That’s their secret meet-up spot. And it’s gotta come down.”
ABK, or “All Big Kocks", started as a frat that met in an off-campus apartment. Then, Clyde (son of Dean Dale Crenshaw) took over. Overnight, the funding skyrocketed. This Honors Music Fraternity was BDE’s greatest rival. Live shows every Friday night, a 3.8 GPA entrance criteria, and co-ed. “Why go to any other frat parties?” Clyde would always argue. “When the women are already here?
“So, about this rat,” Gigi mused, following Winston to the tree. “You asked him nicely to leave?”
“Well, let’s just say he’s branded for life. Name was Taggart, and we actually rushed together. Poor bastard.”
The lumberjack revved the chainsaw. His large pecs and biceps bulged under his shirt as he put that smoking-hot metal to work. He’d easily replaced 20 pounds of fat with muscle. And as that hundreds-year-old tree crashed to the ground, Gigi reminded herself to stay on his good side.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Winston yelled, taking off. “They’ll arrest you too! Hell, you’re the one with the filed-off serial number.”
“W-what?!” Gigi’s voice cracked as she sprinted past him.
“Fuckin’ with ya, Gigi.”
Gigi rode shotgun in Winston’s truck. She kicked off her flats and began massaging her sore feet.
“Um...I definitely stink,” Gigi laughed nervously, slipping her shoe back on. That was Winston’s cue to roll the window back up. She reached into her purse and pulled out the huge charcoal bath bomb that she stole from Sarah. “Dear Chadwick Hughes’ spirit: all I want for my birthday is a bath!”
“Hmm.” Winston drove past Firewater Hall toward Greek Row. “You’re a wanted woman,” he reminded her. “If we go to the house, you’re gonna have to sneak in. If Ryan finds ya, he’ll put your head on a pike.”
Ah, Gigi thought. Because we snuck in, punched him out, and blew up his father’s ashes. Seems...fair.
They pulled up to the BDE house and saw Ryan’s white BMW in the driveway. Winston shut off his Roush engine and instinctively pulled Gigi’s head into his lap, hiding her from plain view.
“Here’s the plan, birthday gal. I’ll go upstairs and grab a shower in the guest bathroom. I’ll save ya some hot water. Wait here, and I’ll text ya when everything’s ready.”
Winston slipped inside. Gigi lay across the passenger and driver’s seat. She thought about bailing and driving to Denny’s for free birthday pancakes. But Winston had the keys. And as her sweating, greased-up body melted in that god-awful hot truck, she decided that she really wanted that bath.
Gigi drifted off to sleep. In her dreams, she sat at a kitchen table in a massive Beverly Hills mansion. In front of Winston were a birthday cake and a huge gift bag. “Happy birthday, Winston!” she exclaimed. Winston reached into the bag and pulled out his lost Colt Single Action Army. “Ta-da! It’s your gun!” Then, he pulled out his lost BDE binder. “Ta-da! It’s your fake IDs!” Finally, he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of yellow and white striped panties with a lacy bow. “Ta-da! It’s my virginity!
Gigi bolted awake to her phone vibrating. A text from Winston. Ready. Use the ladder. She sat up from her puddle of sweat and made her way around the side of the house.
At the top of the raggedy fire escape ladder, Gigi reached the second-story open window. Tea candles lined the shelf of an elegant clawfoot bathtub, filled to the brim with steaming water. Beside the tub was a shower caddy containing a bottle of merlot, a bag of chocolate-covered almonds, several high-end soaps and face masks, and a note.
To my partner in crime: I reckon we managed to evade the law quite a few times since we moved here. Truth is, ain’t no bathtubs in jail. Now, enjoy all this bougie shit that I found in Claire’s room. Happy birthday - Winston.
“He writes just like he speaks,” Gigi whispered, holding the letter to her chest.
Gigi stripped down to her underwear and neatly folded her clothes in a pile. On the floor was Winston’s t-shirt and blue jeans from earlier. I’m sure he’ll wear that again! She slipped off her yellow panties. After some thought, or no thought at all, she stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans.
Gigi lowered herself into her first college bath. Even the water felt softer and silkier than in the dorm, whose water flowed from lead-flavored pipes. She picked her brain for every get-rich-quick scheme in the book, aspiring to live in such comfort full-time.
I could blackmail Sarah and Tai about that binder, she thought, submerging her head under water. Maybe I can convince them to give me a cut of their profits! So that a poor student like me can buy clothes that aren’t secondhand! But that would mean keeping the fake IDs a secret from Winston and betraying his trust...
Gigi shot up from the water, gasping for breath. She rubbed her eyes and slicked back her jet-black hair. Then, she unwrapped the bath bomb. It fizzled as a milky grey mist clouded her entire bath.
Winston, would you forgive me? Gigi lifted her hand out of the water and read her nearly-faded tattoo. And if I take a cut of their earnings, I’ll buy the cutest outfits to wear for you. I’m-
She lowered her tattooed hand into the cloudy water, where it disappeared between her legs.
“I’m ready for you, Winston.”
***
“Look at this swole son of a bitch!” greeted Brother Twinston, as Winston entered the cozy living room after his shower. They and eight other pledges dressed in white button-downs and tan slacks, adorned with a BDE pin on the collar.
Winston grabbed Twinston in a playful headlock. “I reckon ain’t nobody gonna be able to tell us apart now.”
“I reckon you’re right, stunt double!” Twinston agreed. This young man was a spitting image of Winston in looks and spirit. They had met at a frat party after taking whiskey shots and reaching for the pickle jar at the same time. Bromance at first sight.
“Enough faggotry,” Ryan commanded, walking up the podium by the fireplace. As the de-facto alpha of the room, his pomade-style hair stood taller than everyone else’s. Seven AM on Friday was BDE’s weekly meeting, and brothers were expressly forbidden from taking Friday classes. Because as soon as this was over, the weekend pre-gaming would commence.
“Now, Winston!” Ryan began. “Looks like your sausage fingers got some dirt under your nails. I trust the deed was done?”
“As motherfuckin’ Shakespeare said: the tree fell, nobody was around, and it still made a fuckin’ sound. I reckon ABK’s hideout is being hauled off by a truck as we speak.”
“You’ve never had a way with words,” Ryan pointed out. “But I gotta admit: you get shit done. Now, if another rat wants to show their face, I got no problem burning down their momma’s house. Next on the list. We gotta talk about two of our…ex-members. Claire and Connor. She packed up the rest of her shit and slipped out of here last night. I’ll be posting an application for Social Chair on our Facebook page.”
Last week, after Winston had caught Claire cheating on him with Frank, she had officially stepped down from BDE.
“Hell, let’s break tradition and make it a man, for Christ’s sake!” Twinston piped up. Despite only being a sophomore, he had clout among the senior brothers.
“I’ll consider it,” Ryan said, shrugging. “You know women: always afraid of commitment. Bitch didn’t even give a reason for leaving. Although I’m not gonna lie: I’m gonna miss those tits during strip poker.”
Two muscular black brothers gave each other a crisp high-five.
“Now, onto Connor. Not only did this beta bitch get a DUI, but he had our motherfucking coke on him.” Ryan tossed a bag of red-and-white cocaine on the coffee table. “Now what the fuck did we say about taking coke out of the house?”
“Don’t go to the buyers - let the buyers come to you,” the brothers responded in unison.
“Final topic of conversation,” Ryan announced, holding up a saloon-style wanted poster. “I’d like to announce that I've delivered swift, painful justice to the bastards who stole my father’s ashes.” On that poster were security camera photos of Frank, Tweed, and Chad - their faces X’d out. Next to their images were lo-res pics of Gigi and Sarah. “I’m increasing the bounty to 2500 bucks for whoever brings me the other two cunts.”
This bounty was news to Winston. Nobody knew he was even related to Sarah, or that Gigi was currently bathing upstairs. While the brothers salivated over the reward money, Ryan swiped a fire poker cast with BDE at the tip. “We took those three bastards out to the quad and branded them for life! Sent their bitch-asses packing. But as for these two dumb sluts...I think they were the masterminds of the whole goddamn plan. I say we tie ‘em down and apply directly to the forehead!”
“Yeah, man, fuck these ho’s,” Winston played along. “They did your daddy wrong. But real talk, I say we track ‘em down and exile them from the fuckin’ campus for life. Ain’t no use in getting thrown in jail for assault. Hell, that’s where those bitches belong.”
“Winston, I’m disappointed in you, chief,” Ryan said condescendingly, slamming the poker on the fireplace with a loud clank. He walked over to Winston and stood eye-to-eye with him. Dead silence. Finally, Ryan cracked a douchey grin.
“All right, all right,” Ryan chuckled. “I’ll go easy on ‘em...that is, if they drop to their knees and suck every last drop from us until they fucking drown!”
The brothers roared like animals, chanting Ryan’s name as he ripped open the bag of red-and-white cocaine. Winston forced a painful smile as the nausea set in. Ryan leaned over the coffee table and proceeded to snort his usual Friday-morning line.
“WHO’S GOT MOTHERFUCKING BIG DICKS?” Ryan screamed psychotically.
“WE DO!” the brothers yelled, banging their chests.
“AND ON MY DEAD DAD’S GRAVE! IF ANYBODY CROSSES BETA DELTA EPSILON, WE’LL DISEMBOWEL THEM AND SHIT DOWN THEIR THROATS!”
Ryan flipped over the glass coffee table, shattering it into pieces.
***
The massive South Campus quad was speckled with students playing ultimate frisbee, strumming guitars, and pretending to study. It was Tai’s happy place. Ever since Jacky turned him loose, he and Sarah had been practicing Krav Maga during sunset. A zen-like hobby that helped him clear his mind and shrink his erection.
Tai landed a shaky roundhouse kick as he spotted a young lady in the corner of his eye.
“I’ve got your rematch, Sarah,” Tai jeered, landing a sloppy jump-spinning crescent kick. But as he stuck the landing, he witnessed Gigi in a traditional kimono and a chopstick bun.
“I accept your challenge in Sarah’s stead!” Gigi cheered, bowing deeply.
“Wait...huh? Where’s Sarah?”
“Ah, in celebration of my 6,939th day on Planet Earth, she elected to maintain a record of meeting notes in my dreadful Comparative Literature enrichment!”
A blank stare from Tai as he slowly shifted into a guarding stance.
“I mean...it’s my fucking birthday, so she went to class for me!” She kicked off her flats and crouched into a grappling stance. “Now, will you hand over a third of your fake ID profits? Or will I have to spill the Bush’s Bourbon and Brown Sugar baked beans to Winston?”
“W-what?! Who told you?”
“Hmmm...twas but a whisper in the wind - a grape from the vine!” Gigi inched toward Tai, who cautiously backed up.
“Okay, look...don’t, um, don’t do anything drastic! We’re gonna pay it back to him, I promise. If you think about it, we’re just doing the work for him. It’s just that...well, it’s been a tough week so we can’t really afford to give you that kind of money!”
“As you wish. I’ll have to beat it out of you instead!”
Tai threw a lunging side kick. But the swift Gigi virtually teleported behind him. She jammed her thumbs into the tender spot below his ears.
“Fool, a petite fighter such as myself must play defensively,” Gigi bragged, regrouping. “I’ve been watching you. Looks like those kicks have thrown you off balance, Mister Flat Foot!”
“You can kiss that ID money goodbye,” Tai scoffed, rubbing his pressure points.
“That’s perfectly fine, grasshopper! I don’t intend to ask for it.”
Tai side-stepped and tried for a sweep kick. Gigi raised her leg over her head like a Chinese gymnast. He fell forward from his own momentum, but Gigi pressed her foot against his face to stop the fall. She wiggled her toes, then gave him a firm roundhouse to the side of the head. Tai fell back onto the grass. As he lost his breath, she wrapped her arms and legs around him from behind. A rear-naked chokehold that Sarah would've been damn proud of.
“Jaleo gada, jaleo gada, jaleo gada,” Gigi cooed in Korean, squeezing his windpipe. And “go to sleep” he did.
Ten minutes later, Tai sat up with a start, drenched in sweat. A ring of students surrounded him.
“Break it up, dudes and dudettes!” Sarah exclaimed, forcing her way through the crowd. The students dispersed as she helped the oblivious Tai to his feet.
“Oh...fuck,” Tai groaned. He fumbled for his minimalist metal wallet. Six-hundred dollars in cash was gone.
“You got robbed, my guy?” Sarah asked, kigh as a hite.
“That’s not even the half of it. This is bad. I have a lot to explain to you.”
Tai recapped his encounter with Gigi, while he and Sarah sipped lattes on the library’s top floor.
“Holy mother of balls,” Sarah whispered after Tai explained Gigi’s blackmailing.
“Look, maybe we come clean. Do you think you can talk to Winston?”
“Not a chance in Woodstock,” Sarah replied, frantically shaking her dreadlocks. “My brother’s all about loyalty first. He’d cut my hair while I was asleep and he’d circumcise you while you were awake.”
Tai instinctively covered his crotch as they stopped at a bulletin board. “So...we’re Gigi’s bitches," said Tai. "If we owe her a cut every time we make a sale, we’ve gotta find a better market.” On cue, he swiped a flyer from the bulletin board. TONIGHT: Alpha Beta Kappa proudly presents the Housewarming Masquerade. $10 cover. All students welcome.
***
The good ole’ southern twins stood on the wrap-around porch, whiskey in hand.
“Look, brother,” Twinston started, patting Winston’s back. “I’ve known Ryan for a year. I know he can get a little...impulsive with his words. But that don’t mean he’s impulsive with his actions. You’re worried about them two girls, aren’t ya?”
Winston was one text message away from telling Gigi and Sarah to flee campus. During last month’s frat party, he had never thought to question why Frank and Gigi had shown up in the first place. It never occurred to him that they were there to blow Ryan’s father’s legacy to smithereens.
Ryan stumbled out in a bright red bathrobe that matched his stuffy, red nose. “Shit, I almost forgot to ask ya, Winston,” he slurred. “I meant to collect your fake ID money for this week.”
Winston was so close to coming clean. Some jack-off stole the binder! he wanted to say. But the punishment for having lost it would be swift and fierce. So, he reached into his wallet and pulled out 600 bucks, straight from his own student loan account.
“Geez, tough week again, huh?” Ryan jeered, snatching the cash. “Where have you been trying to sell them?”
“Oh, you know...the regular beats,” Winston lied. “I reckon I ain’t gonna hit the library on weekdays no more.”
“The library?” Twinston repeated, bewildered. “Shit, what’s it like in there? Ain’t never been.”
“Not your brightest moment, I’m not gonna lie,” Ryan chuckled at Winston. “But, at least you learned your lesson for next week.” Winston nodded, taking it on the chin. If he had to make another withdraw, there wouldn’t be a “next week.” Winston had to find that ID thief.
“Whoa, what the hell?” Twinston pointed at a fleet of U-Haul vans, led by a 2021 silver BMW. They watched as the vehicles pulled into the driveway of the empty frat house next door.
“Holy fucking shit,” Ryan gasped. “It’s motherfucking Alpha Beta Kappa.”
The bald driver opened the butterfly doors. Thick marijuana smoke trickled out of the car. The passenger doors sprang up, and out hopped a freckle-faced redhead with a pornstar body. She brought a wheelchair over to the driver’s side and helped the bald guy into the seat. Then, she marveled at the huge mansion and jumped up and down in her stilettos, her huge breasts bouncing in her tight corset. She rushed into the new house, pausing to give Winston a quick glance before she entered.
Another redhead, huh? Winston thought. My favorite flavor.
The bald guy rolled over to the BDE house in his wheelchair, a present in his lap. His large biceps and tattoos were on full display in his worn Guns N’ Roses sleeveless tee. His jeans were bleached and destroyed and his black Converse were spotless.
“What’s up, neighbors?” the paraplegic spoke in a loud, baritone voice. He handed the present to Ryan. “I’m Clyde, President of Alpha Beta Kappa. Looks like we’re gonna be seeing a whole lot of each other.”
“Uh...yeah, my name’s Ryan.” He extended a hand while using the other to dab his bloody nose. “So...I thought Tri-Delt leased the house next door.”
“I assume you know sororities almost as well as I do. Truth is: women are too damn afraid of commitment. You gonna open that present or what?”
Ryan slipped off the bow and tore the wrapping paper. It was a penis pump.
“Now, let me lay down some ground rules for you and your twins,” Clyde continued, straightening his posture in the chair. “There’s only room for one big dick on Greek Row. Now you may think you have a big dick. But there’s a gang of nine-inch fresh-cut cocks in town.”
Clyde whistled with his fingers. The U-Haul truck doors rolled up. And out came a cavalry of ABK brothers, hauling furniture toward the house as they chanted “All Big Kocks!” Like pallbearers, they each grabbed a corner of expensive sofas, desks, and beds. Posing on top of each piece of furniture was a topless ABK sister. The brothers escorted them like royalty into the soon-to-be furnished mansion.
Clyde unfolded a flyer from his back pocket and handed it to Ryan. “Bring your asses tonight. There are plenty more tits where those came from.” It was an invitation to the ABK Housewarming Masquerade. Clyde swiveled around and rolled back on over to his new house. “By the way!” Clyde called out. “I don’t condone Taggart for spying on y’all like he did! I don’t care who you work for: a rat is a rat!”
“That’s bullshit,” Ryan whispered. He knew good and well that Taggart’s spying was planned and coordinated by Clyde himself. “If they’re gonna spy on us, we’re gonna do the same fuckin’ thing to them.”
“Sit back and relax,” Winston finally broke his silence, standing tall next to his doppelganger. “My twin and I will crash this party and dig up as much dirt as possible.”
“And he and I are the only two who can be in two places at once,” Twinston added.
“Then we infiltrate tonight!” Ryan announced. “Because gentlemen, Greek Row is a pair of tight spandex trunks. And there’s only room for one big dick.”
***
Watching Tai work was amazing.
At the ABK Masquerade, the masked Sarah sat at the bar in the massive concert venue. Clyde’s 90’s cover band was onstage. Like clockwork, the masked Tai would sniff out gay clientele, grab a fake ID from the binder, approach him, make out with him on the dance floor, and come back with a fistful of dollars.
“I’m averaging one sale per song,” Tai panted, wiping somebody’s lipstick from his mouth. “Here, hit me with another ID!”
“You do know this is borderline prostitution, my dude?”
“I...yes.”
Prostitution or not, they racked up a thousand bucks in the first hour. And with Gigi taking a cut of their sales, they were going to need that extra money to keep this operation afloat.
“Take a break, will ya?” Sarah suggested, patting the barstool next to her.
The freckle-faced redhead from Clyde’s BMW was bartending. She wore bright blue fairy wings, a lacy corset, and a glittery half-mask. “Two lemon drops, my loves,” she cooed in a Scottish accent, setting the drinks on the bar. “Aw, I love how comfy you two look!”
Tai and Sarah were dressed down in South App hoodies and yoga pants: items that every female or gay student owned. The goal was to not stand out while selling fake IDs. And yet, they had failed to wear masks.
“I prefer to dress like I do around the house,” the fairy said with a smile, fluttering off to help the next patron.
Outside, Winston and Twinston - the twin spies - walked up the ABK steps in matching button-downs, slacks, and white opera masks. They psyched each other up. The “Who’s got big dicks? We’ve got big dicks!” standard affair. Suddenly, a pack of drunk girls stormed out the front door and spilled an entire glass of cranberry vodka on Winston’s khakis. “Suck it up, buttercup!” she slurred, stumbling off with her posse. Co-ed fraternity girls were a different breed.
“Shit,” Winston muttered, looking down at the mess.
“Better go change, brother,” Twinston suggested. “I’mma gather some intel until you get back.”
Winston retreated to the BDE house while Twinston entered the party alone. He stood at the entrance, absorbing the nostalgia of the 90’s rock set. Permanently-seated Clyde was on drums. A crowd of groupies sang along up front while everyone else gathered on the dance floor.
“Jack and Coke,” Twinston told the fairy bartender. “If you have time.”
From the dance floor, Tai and Sarah were casually mingling and making fake ID sales. They were also people-watching. “It’s fucking uncanny,” Tai began, pointing at Twinston from afar.
“I’m telling you, that’s not Winston,” Sarah argued. “If you want proof, ask him to drop his pants. My brother has a birthmark on his upper-left ass cheek.”
“W-what?!”
“That dude could fool almost anyone though. But a sister always knows.”
Suddenly, all eyes shot toward the front door. In walked a young South Korean student in a baby-blue evening dress. Trailing behind her was a long, ornate satin train. The side-splitting fabric exposed her white-laced garter belt that ran from her thighs to her matching open-toed high heels. Instantly, she won the room.
Clyde hit the final snare, ending his Jane’s Addiction cover. “Well, don’t just stand there, princess!” Clyde called out to the woman, beckoning her onstage with a drumstick. “Come on up and introduce yourself.”
Princess Gigi obliged, but not before giving Tai and Sarah a passing glance. “I hope you’re on your A-game with those sales,” she whispered with a devious grin. “Because I need money for a red dress just like this one!”
Sarah tugged on Tai’s sleeve. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!” she hissed. “Hey...uh bartender?”
“I’m Miri,” the Scottish redhead responded. “But I bid you call me Miri.”
“Miri, care to point us to the back door?”
Tai and Sarah slipped through the kitchen and out the back door. Miri kept pouring for thirsty patrons, all while eyeing this Korean bombshell on stage.
“Um...hi, everyone!” Gigi greeted, while the seated Clyde held the microphone to her mouth. “It’s my birthday today, and...I’m sober! Who wants to help me change that?”
Every man on the dance floor cheered like Quentin Tarantino with a glass slipper. Their girlfriends gave Gigi dirty looks, holding their men close. Clyde leaned into her ear. “Don’t let me catch you paying for a single drop tonight.” He turned around and rolled back to the drum set. He clicked his sticks and began a Chili Peppers cover. The party was back underway.
“Another Jack and Coke,” Twinston requested from Miri. “Make it a double-shot.” From the bar, he’d watched the entire spectacle. Now, Gigi was walking over to him.
“Please read,” Gigi said, plopping down next to Twinston. She slipped the thin fabric of her dress to the side, exposing a pale white thigh. Then, she reached under her garter belt for a letter. She slid it across the bar, showing off her baby-blue painted nails. Twinston peeled off the heart-shaped sticker and unfolded the letter. Written in cursive was the most kinky, depraved to-do list of sex acts he had ever seen. At the bottom was a signed statement: For my birthday I, Ji-hye “Gigi” Moon, hereby sign my virginity over to Winston Arnold Beavers.
Clearly, Gigi had the wrong man.
As soon as Miri returned with Twinston's drink, Gigi swiped it. She sipped her first taste of whiskey through a straw, her bedroom eyes growing wider and wider. She slammed the glass of ice on the bar. Then, she leaned into Twinston’s ear and passed an ice cube from her mouth to his.
“Hey, uh...bartender?” Twinston stammered, as Gigi ran her tongue across his fuzzy beard.
“Back door’s through the kitchen,” Miri laughed in a Scottish accent as she watched the flirtatious pair.
Twinston grabbed Gigi’s hand and jetted out of there. If Winston caught them, he’d impale them with his chainsaw and cut the engine on. So they cut across the back yard and entered Twinston’s first-floor bedroom through the window. She immediately slipped out of her dress, leaving on nothing but the heels and garter belt. And as the masked girl spread her legs, Twinston kept telling himself that this was consensual.
***
Winston entered the ABK house in a filthy pair of blue jeans from that morning. The crowd waved their lighters while Clyde’s band played Semisonic’s “Closing Time.” Seeing as it was last call, Winston made a bee-line for the bar. “I’ll have a Jack and Coke, Miss,” Winston said to Miri, tipping his hat. “If you have time.”
Miri cocked her head, her wings and eyebrows twitching. “Wait...what’s going on?” she asked, taken aback by Winston’s twin from five minutes earlier.
“Alcoholism, that’s what,” Winston chuckled. “Why, I reckon you’ve just seen a ghost. Wanna have a drink with me to calm the spirits?” He was here to gain ABK intel. But her freckled face, wavy red hair, and Scottish accent were definitely a bonus.
“Apparently so!” Miri laughed, her breasts bouncing up and down in that tight corset. “Tell you what: I’ll toast with ya.”
Miri poured Winston’s Jack and Coke and the umpteenth cranberry vodka of the night. But like the mystical fairy creature she was, she garnished her drink with a handful of blueberries, a splash of lemon juice, and a basil leaf.
“Seventy-nine,” Winston randomly said as they clinked glasses across the bar.
“Hmmm?”
“Seventy-nine. I reckon that’s how many freckles you have on your face.”
“Ah...well, let’s see. I've never counted before. But on my whole body? Well...we’re definitely in quadruple digits.” Miri leaned in close, the scent of gin and spearmint on her breath. “If you want to take me to my room and count them, I can do 150 an hour. That is, if you’re a fast counter.”
Winston chuckled, then slipped something into her henna-tattooed hand. “I mighty appreciate it. But I’d rather ya tell me a little bit about this place. Thinkin’ about pledging.” A lie, of course.
Without missing a beat, Miri slapped a bag of blue-and-white cocaine on the bar. “Tell ya what: you try ours and I’ll try yours.” Right in front of everyone, she opened the bag of red-and-what cocaine and split it into lines.
Winston’s jaw dropped. It was all coming together in his slow-churning mind. Taggart and ABK had been gathering intel to corner the entire fucking college cocaine market. While Miri dropped her head to do a line, Winston slipped his rival’s cocaine into his pocket. All right, I’ve got what I came for. No thanks to Twinston. Time to report back to Ryan.
“Yo, the concert’s over but the night has just fucking begun!” Clyde announced on the mic. “Ladies only: get your asses to the center of the dance floor. You know what time it is!”
Miri’s head shot up from her third line of cocaine. She released an orgasmic Scottish moan. Then, this mystical fairy pranced into the center of the room, spun on her heel, and gave a curtsey in her outfit.
What the hell is going on? Winston thought, sipping his whiskey. He reached into his back pocket for a napkin and felt something else instead. Slowly, he held Gigi’s lacy yellow panties in front of his face. Miri, how the hell did you put this in my pocket without me noticing? Hell, I reckon this bitch is a fairy after all.
“DJ, hit the music!” Clyde commanded. Fergie’s “London Bridge” blared through the speakers and rang across Greek Row. The tipsy Miri swayed her hips to the violent bass beat, shedding her wings. Applause erupted from the crowd.
“Now just what are we to do about this corset?” Miri cooed, puckering her lower lip.
“Take it off!” the brothers chanted. And she did. Winston instantly realized that her “1000-freckles” estimate was correct.
“Lose that skirt!” the crowd commanded.
Winston nervously tapped his foot. Not because he was afraid of seeing a naked woman. That road was heavily-traveled and full of potholes. But Miri was drunk, and nobody was doing a damn thing about it. She hooked her thumbs beneath her pink-and-blue skirt and pulled it down to her ankles. No underwear, and a hundred more freckles on Winston’s scoreboard.
“Make yourself decent, moron!” Winston called out, sling-shotting the yellow panties across the room to Miri. She reached up and caught them, red-eyed high and shit-faced drunk. “These…these aren’t mine. But they sure are cute!”
What?! Who the fuck do they belong to then? And why the fuck were they in my pocket?!
Regardless, Miri slipped into the tight panties. She gave a polite curtsy and fluttered away through the kitchen and out the back door.
“Yo, what the fuck man?” Clyde raged as he watched the action from his wheelchair. “You fuckin’ scared her off! DJ, cut the music!”
Fergie stopped singing and all eyes fell on Winston. He took a deep breath and boldly stepped into the center of the dance floor. “She was fucking wasted, partner. Are y’all really gonna make her do all that?”
“It doesn’t fucking matter,” Clyde seethed. “It’s Friday: we drink, and Miri strips. She’s a whore. And that’s what whores do. Who the fuck do you think you are anyway? S-s-somebody take off his mask!”
But Winston removed his own mask and tossed it on the floor. There he was: invading ABK just as the phony Mississippian Taggart had invaded BDE.
“Leave it to a Beta to look for pussy at an Alpha’s party!” Clyde jeered over the mic. “Can you all believe this white-knight faggot tried to stand up for a fuckin’ whore?”
Winston couldn’t resist a comeback. It was too easy. “At least I can actually stand, you fucking cretin.”
Every single hand covered a gasping mouth. Winston turned and walked into the kitchen, building up to a sprint out the back door. Rabid yells from behind as he cut across BDE’s back yard, dashing past rows of trees and street lights to the end of Greek Row. At the dimly-lit street sign, he collapsed into the grass.
Winston, ya done fucked up now.
“Yo, you okay, bro?” somebody called out.
Winston looked up and saw two douchey frat boys carrying acoustic guitars. Before he could get up, one of them had already hoisted him to his feet. He winced as he put pressure on a sprained ankle.
“You had way too much, my man!” Guitar Guy 1 said. “And it’s not even nine yet. Gotta pace yourself!”
“Yeah, man,” agreed Guitar Guy 2, brushing grass off Winston’s shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you come with us to Alpha Beta Kappa’s party? I hear our president’s band is fuckin’ killing it tonight.”
Winston felt his soul leave his body. Suddenly, Guitar Guy 1’s phone rang.
“Hello?” Guitar Guy 1 answered his phone. “Hey, what’s up, Clyde. Yeah, yeah, we’re almost there. We’ve got our guitars and...huh? Oh shit, you talking ‘bout the guy dressed like a cowboy? Yeah, man, he’s right here. Drunk as fuck, I’ll tell ya h’what. Wait, what? He said what to you? No, fuck that. FUCK. THAT! Yeah, man, we’re gonna take care of him right the fuck now!”
Winston slowly backed up to the street sign, a hot pain searing through his ankle. Running was out of the question.
“You so much as move, we aim for the head,” said Guitar Guy 2, shouldering his weapon.
Winston placed his back to the street sign and sank to a seated position. He looked up at the fretted assailants. Not with fear, but with acceptance. “I know all about your frat’s cocaine operation. And all I gotta say: I’m gonna run it into the motherfuckin’ ground.”
Guitar Guy 1 went for a cross slice, cracking the guitar against Winston’s head. He bled before he hit the grass in a fetal position. His body convulsed in a seizure.
“Yo, no face shots!” Guitar Guy 2 screamed, kicking Winston in the ribs to vent his frustration. He brought his ax above his head and hammered down on his gut. Winston released the death cry of a wounded gazelle. But instead of delivering that final blow, the Guitar Guys looked at one another and nodded. Then, they dropped their pastel board shorts and proceeded to piss on Winston’s wounds from head to toe.
“Look at the sign and tell me what the fuck it says, cuck!” Guitar Guy 1 yelled, stomping his face with his boat shoes one last time. They zipped up their shorts and ran off. A groaning Winston wiped his bloody, sopping-wet face and looked up at the sign. Crenshaw Ave. Just like his father’s legacy, Clyde was here to stay.
Winston blacked out.
***
It wasn’t rape. It was my choice. It wasn’t rape. It was my choice. It. Was. My choice.
Gigi stared at her reflection in the dorm room mirror. Tears and mascara flowed down her face, streaking her cleavage and her wrinkled gown. With fumbling hands, she unwrapped a Plan B Morning-After Pill and slipped it between her dry, chapped lips. She cupped some water into her hand and swallowed, gripping the edges of the sink as she looked back at the defiled girl in the mirror. Hours earlier, she had been pure. Now, she stank of sweat, Walmart-brand musk, and a stranger’s bodily fluids. It was only when Twinston had taken off his mask that she’d realized she had made love to a man she did not know.
Only minutes to midnight. Soon, the wrinkled evening gown would disappear, and Gigi would be reduced to dirty rags and cloths. “This...this is certainly the kind of dress I would want to die in,” she told her reflection, forcing a smile as she permitted tears to flow freely.
A fall from the seventh story would surely kill Gigi. She envisioned her mangled corpse on the gnarled roots below. Then, she feverishly latched onto something to keep her alive for one more day.
Froyo! Tomorrow was the grand opening of the local frozen yogurt joint. I’ll get to choose my favorite sugary toppings to pile on my watermelon sorbet. But tonight, I didn't choose to have sex with that man. It was not. My. Fault.
Gigi’s phone rang. It was Sarah. “Gigi, get your ass down to the third floor - quick!
Gigi flew down the stairs, tripping over a few drunk students in the process. She stood in the doorway of Room 309, where a bloodied cowboy lay his head in Sarah’s lap. Tai sat on the futon, handing Sarah gauze and rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit.
“Gigi,” Winston mumbled. He lifted his head, then set it back down as he erupted into a coughing fit. “You look...great. Not as sexy as my sister though. But I’m from the South, so it’s family first. Roll tide...”
Sarah and Gigi smiled weakly, seeing how Winston was slowly returning back to normal. But Gigi’s smile turned to shock as she got a closer look at his face. One eye was swollen shut and bleeding from the corner. A large knot on his head oozed pus, even as Sarah frequently dabbed it with a tissue. His twitching body hinted at the lacerations and bruises beneath his bloody t-shirt. And through Winston’s smile, he was missing a bottom tooth.
“Everybody fucking leave!” Gigi exploded, dropping to her knees and laying her head on Winston’s chest. He winced at first, but slowed his breathing as she held his hand. She sobbed her eyes out, soaking Winston’s shirt and beard.
“Gigi, look,” Tai said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Winston needs all of us right now. Not just-”
Gigi fetched the 22-caliber pistol from her purse and slammed it on the tile floor. “I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! OUT, OUT, OUT!”
Winston’s heart raced as Gigi squeezed his hand with all her might. “It’s all my fault,” she whispered, as if they were already alone. “If only I let you keep your gun, you could have defended yourself.”
“Buddy, that just ain’t plum-fuckin’ true. Ain’t nobody’s fault but mine. I talked shit and got hit.”
Sarah and Tai quietly slipped out the door, most likely to count their fake ID earnings.
Gigi positioned Winston’s head on her lap and ran her small hands through his messy brown hair. “This ain’t the first time you caught me covered in piss. Reckon it won’t be the last.”
Gigi giggled. “I’ll...I’ll be here all night to protect you.” She clutched the gun with one hand and ran her fingers through his hair with the other. “And we can wash your hair in the morning.”
“Thanks, buddy. I reckon I done gots me a few enemies now. So...ya ain’t gonna let the piss fairies sneak in and give me a golden shower...are ya?”
“I...I won’t let you down!” Gigi laughed, gripping the gun. “And if the pee bandits come around here, I’ll politely escort their hind keisters a third-of-a-dozen floors north, where their skin shall bubble under the 100 Kelvin internal temperature of our antiquated heating and cooling apparatus!”
“Shit,” Winston moaned, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. “If they don’t fix your AC sooner or later...you may have to move down here and live with me.”
While Winston rested, Gigi stood watch all night. She forgot all about what Twinston had done to her. Misery loved company. And while Gigi never wished for anything bad to happen to Winston, his timing couldn’t have been better.
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2020.08.31 23:03 fractalfay Body inside camera during sex

Welcome to another 90DF recap, where each plot is so dripped in abuse and nefarious behavior, we might need to establish support groups for post-viewing. This week, producers align each story to provide a different reason to never marry, and Karine takes home the trophy for Most Likely to Flee, which she promptly wraps in black trashbags and seals with duct tape.
But first! Erik, Larissa, and her inflated friend are going to the doctor, so Larissa can make her nose smaller and her tits bigger. Erik is going to help Larissa get these surgeries, and then he’s never going to let her forget it.
“I like where this is going,” Father Libby says.
Larissa wants giant fake blow-up doll titties, frozen in time right below her chin. The doc tries to talk her down to 600cc, which is a D, and they meet in the middle at 700 after Erik helpfully suggests it. The doc then addresses Larissa’s “big” nose, which she plans to widdle down to an Anglo-Saxon nub. After going through Larissa’s detailing, the doc outlines the various risks associated with plastic surgery, and Erik is shocked to learn that this is, in fact, a surgery. He’d apparently never thought…well, let’s just stop right there. Finally, the doc wades through aftercare, and declares it’s Erik’s “job” to massage her new tits so they settle properly, before he lights a cigarette and writes a hasty prescription for Valium, because it’s 1963.
Ever-helpful Erik then takes Larissa lingerie shopping, so that she can get totally impractical things she won’t want to wear until she’s 90 days out of surgery. “She’s getting a new set of twins,” Erik announces as they walk through the door, and the masked salesperson advances to spray him with hand sanitizer and shove him back on the sidewalk before he spreads, before she remembers the cameras. Larissa’s type is apparently cringe.
Erik asks Larissa if she plans to be done altering herself after this, and Larissa explains she’s entering full-on body dysmorphia territory. Someone who actually cares about Larissa might want to encourage her to explore the world of therapy before making further commitments, but Erik has already worked out excuses for not intervening and later proclaiming this wasn’t his fault. He does an imitation of Larissa as part of his indifference announcement, and yeah, his “acting career” just fell down a bottomless well. Larissa declares she’ll stop when she looks like a mannequin, which are plastic things not actually alive. He says nothing to discourage this path, save for demanding further information about her ass plans.
Having concluded their time as a reverse advertisement for this unfortunate boutique, Larissa approaches the register and says, “The gentleman is going to pay for three pairs of panties.” Not sure why Erik is reaching for his wallet, but God, their scenes are gross. Larissa says that post boob job, she’ll wake up and everything will be different. The 90DF cast officially need to start a union and lobby for a health plan that includes bottomless counseling.
Tonight on Love After Lockup, Karine is trying to escape the prison of Paul, and accidentally ends up in the icy embrace of a disinterested lawyer. Paul’s plan was for her to be fully dependent on him and unable to leave the house, but Karine figures out how to get an Uber, after finding an immigration attorney to better understand her rights. Someone needs to say this: proud of you, girl. Step one is the hardest step, the most humiliating step, and it takes a lot of encouragement to not go backwards. Run, Karine, run like the wind.
At the office a Portuguese translator is on hand, and Karine learns that she has full citizenship, and is able to travel in and out of the country with Pierre, and without Paul. You don’t have to have a degree in social work to ask a few questions after someone arrives, alone, seeking information on how to travel without their spouse. Karine could have been referred to a program that assists people who find themselves in similar situations, or to a divorce attorney, but instead she’s left squirming under the judgmental gaze of someone who made up her mind about Karine before she even walked thru the door. Said attorney expressed more interest in how this might impact Paul, than her actual client sitting in front of her. And this concludes a short story called, “Why I’m Glad to Be Out of Kentucky.”
Back at home Paul returns from fleecing his mother for cash and buying some plantains. Karine could give a fuck about the plantains, and wants to know if he found a job, since even illegal immigrants and convicted felons can piece together a gig mowing lawns. He says it’s been a struggle finding a job, since he hasn’t been applying. Then she makes the mistake of confessing that she went to see an immigration attorney, and Paul loses his shit, and says he doesn’t want them traveling without him. Karine says that all she’s proposing is seeing her family without him hovering over her shoulder, or as Paul would describe it, “helping”. Paul starts popping off about legal rights, because of course he does, while making plans in his head to confiscate her cell phone and seal the doors.
“I’ve been providing for you and Pierre,” Paul lies, a garbage bag curtain billowing in the background, like they live in a meth lab. Paul threatens to prosecute, and Karine says she doesn’t want to talk to him anymore. Since this is Paul, he responds to this clearly articulated need by trying to hug her, and continues to try to hug her after she tells him “stop” over and over. Does anyone need further explanation as to why Karine locks herself in the bathroom for hours at a time, or why his mother changed her locks? Then Karine starts crying, because she knows it’s pointless to try and communicate with Paul, and finally remembers “fuck you,” which is the only English you need to know if you’re married to Paul.
It’s official: Paul is no longer amusing, the camera crew is her only protection, and the producers are enabling this madness, and I hope she sues them.
Speaking of no longer amusing, Angela should be sentenced to a marriage with Paul, but for now she picks out wedding flowers with Michael. She got the idea to use the birthstones of her children and grandchildren in the bouquet, which she outlines in exhaustive detail. This reminder of her family’s absence makes Angela emotional, and she starts crying, while Michael comforts her.
“Just have two weddings and get your father to pay for it,” Libby has solutions.
Instead, Angela has Michael’s family to pay for it, which inspires her to choose the larger, more expensive bouquet. Michael tries to stop her, and Angela retorts that he can uninvite 30 of his relatives if he wants to save money, because she’s not giving up this bouquet. She has officially made it an entire scene without saying, “I’m an American” directly.
Her latest bulldozering of Michael complete, they head to the airport to retrieve her friend JoJo, who is named for a baked good, and on the way she calls her oldest grandkid Marlee. She reports that the grandkids are a little sad, because they don’t get to see Angela get married. She tells Marlee about the special flowers she arranged, but Marlee is still sad, because she was going to be Angela’s matron of honor, because in Angela’s family, children are born married.
Michael hopes JoJo likes him, since Angela doesn’t, and they happily greet her friend. Then Angela announces that since she’s controlling and doesn’t trust Michael, they’re having a joint bachelobachelorette party. Michael should have just cancelled this shit, because his chances of having fun are zero.
Bode and Dare, Michael’s friends that pass the goofball test, are taking them to a dance club where Angela can smoke inside, hoping that will appease her. They admit they had big plans for Michael, but now that Angela’s coming they erased the fun of it the best they could. Angela puts penis crowns on everyone, as a drumroll to greater humiliations to come, and then we get to watch these two grind on each other. Now is a good time to disassociate.
Just in front of them a woman is tapping out Morse code messages with her butt cheeks, and Michael’s eyes can’t help but drift, because he loves to read. Angela is illiterate, and is not about to watch him decode messages when he hasn’t “fucked her but once.” The coded message is, “It’s hard to get a boner when someone is punching your balls.” Wow, that’s a lot! Michael says that most people are allowed to have fun, but not Michael, and guess what? Angela is done.
And so am I. Anyone else sick of Angela? Her storyline is entertaining when it’s a nonstop phrase fest, but this psychotic jealousy is too much to watch season after season. If Michael goes to America, he’s going to essentially be in jail, in Georgia, watching the whole country sink.
Speaking of annoying, here comes Libby’s family! This is a complete summary of their presence on the show, but sure, let’s add some more detail. They’re going to a traditional winery, and DUI Jen reminds everyone (again) that she can’t believe they’re in Moldova, which she’s never heard of, because ignorance is a bragging rite. Then she announces that she doesn’t know how wine works, and somehow phrases this in a way that suggests it’s wine’s fault.
Andrei is grateful this is happening, so there will be no further questions about the stupidity he tolerates on a daily basis. “Kind of like you saying Japanese and Chinese were same nation,” he recalls one of Jen’s hits of yore. Jen insists she didn’t say this, but yeah, we all know she did. The Charlie backhand insults his sister by asking Andrei why he married her, when there’s all this hot Moldovan ass walking around.
“Because, you know, Libby is person,” Andrei wastes his breath.
“We’re still trying to work our way through this,” groans Chuck, totally oblivious to the deep assholery leaking from his son. “We’re still going to look at Andrei closely. Yeah, you can just apply this to his entire life, including after they get divorced, if they do. Have I mentioned how much child support I owe?”
Andrei shows them the traditional wine making machine, pours grapes into it, and they all seem genuinely curious about wine making. This is like grandpa showing you the intricacies of an ice cream machine, but drunker. Andrei directs Chuck to the machine so he can give it a few cranks.
“I know you’re not used to working, but this is going to be a little bit physical,” says Andrei, in an epic no self-awareness burn. Andrei’s brother seems unimpressed by this conversation turn, and the fact that Andrei has set himself up for a series of burns he can’t aloe. Chuck asks Andrei’s dad if they ever stomped the grapes, and he replies that they did this when he was a child. So Chuck takes off his shoes, and gets into a tub to stomp some grapes. Then everyone is doing it, and Andrei says he’ll do it if Charlie does, and then they have a bromance waltz while everyone chants, “Squash those grapes!” This might be the first time they’ve had fun, ever. Then a fuzzy donkey appears, and I’ve official met my favorite character of this episode.
“We had fun,” Charlie cautiously begins. “But we’re still holding a grudge about the other night, in case you forgot.”
“I’m going to mention it again,” Chuck promises. “At least once, but probably several times.”
Sure enough, they’re rolling out the wagons to rendezvous with friend Marcel, where they’re hoping to find out something about Andrei they can twist into awful. The kick things off on an arrogant foot, saying half-offensive wishy-washy things about their experience. Despite the event that just unfurled, Chucks demands to know why Andrei isn’t more hospitable. Marcel says he thinks they were both at fault in the fight, “Andrei is secretive, but you are in American dictionary as example of the word ‘annoying.’ So there is that.”
Charlie says he’s never really hung out with Andrei, but he’s certain he isn’t friendly. DUI Jen asks if they’re stone cold in Moldova, and Marcel tries to explain that not everyone wants to form a human pyramid shortly after hello, and also, have they noticed themselves? They ask about his history in law enforcement, and Marcel wishes he’d arranged this meeting at a bus stop so it was easier to escape. Marcel says they were both expecting something else from the job, and while everyone did some illegal things, there were some things Andrei wanted no part of, and so they wanted to replace him. Marcel says it’s not as black and white as corrupt and not corrupt, and says they were pressuring Andrei so hard that he had to leave, or they would set him up. Instead of actually listening to what Marcel says, and deducing that being in the sites of a polluted police force is a perfectly rational reason to GTFO, and a perfectly rationale reason to not answer this question on camera, they are still looking for a reason that better fits their preconceived notion.
“You almost make it seem like you are the honest ones working in a corrupt police force,” derps Charlie.
Marcel explains that “once you start dancing, you have to dance until the end,” or they’ll get rid of you. Then Marcel points out that “you ask the same question again and again. Isn’t this means of torture?”
“We’re asking because we haven’t gotten the answer yet.” No Charlie, you dink. You didn’t hear the answer that fulfills the narrow villain narrative you’ve assigned Andrei. Seeing this in action, Andrei has probably told this family 11,000 times what happened, and doesn’t want to say it on camera due to the potential danger that would place him in. Also, fuck you 90DF for making me defend Andrei AGAIN.
Kalani is at a hotel alone, because Asuelu had a fit and stormed out the night before, yelling and screaming, and basically acting like his family. Apparently he heard her talking to Koloni about him, and he snapped. Now Koloni has returned to California, while Kalani is forced to reschedule their flight because Asuelu is just gone. She calls her mother to get some advice about this situation, and Kalani’s mom doesn’t want her to give up, because she had issues with her husband too, and knows that marriage is hard. Mom tells Kalani that she needs to get home first, and from there make decisions for the kids. “They don’t ask to be brought into situations, so you need to figure it out or be done,” she says. Look at Mother Kalani tagging it! Kalani says that if she was on the outside looking in she would tell herself to be done, but because of her children she feels like she has to stay.
After a second night of taking care of her children alone, Asuelu suddenly shows up at the hotel with flowers and balloons, because it’s Valentine’s Day. Kalani reminds him that if you have an issue on Feb 13th, it’s still there on Feb 14th. Asuelu says he’s upset about how Kalani talked to his money grubbing family, and he’s eager to give all his money to his mother again, and live in Samoa, where he won’t be burdened by the reality of parenthood. Kalani tells him that he’s not used to strong women, even though she just met his sister and mom. She also reminds Asuelu that she’s still a person, and Koloni is still her sister, and as her sister will have opinions about what’s going down. Kalani then says they need to go to a therapist, so she can have another adult tell him what a full time job is, how work happens first and then money, and how parenting requires multiple adults.
For her part, Kalani can’t stop bringing up their fight. The entire way to the car, and the whole way to the airport, she keeps bringing up the fight by way of passive aggressive statements, like, “This is the worst trip I’ve ever had.” Asuelu gets pissed off and says again that he doesn’t want to talk about it, then Kalani faces her regular challenge of wrangling more physical objects than Asuelu. During the interview inside PDX, Kalani says that she’s done with this marriage, and while she loves him, she has to love herself and boys more.
Proud of you, Kalani. Step one is the hardest step, the most humiliating step, and it takes a lot of encouragement to not go backwards. Run, Kalani, run like the wind.
Compulsive liar Colt greets his “roommate” Vanessa, who is apparently the second woman in his life perpetually making food for him. Colt needs to confess his various lies to Jess, and lies to Vanessa and says he thought he and Jess were done. Vanessa says that she’s not going to be there when they get back, and surprise! Colt hasn’t said a single positive thing about Jess. Doing so would take the focus off himself.
Colt is meeting Jess at a cat café, hoping that the presence of felines will keep Jess’ claws in (see what I did there?). Jess kicks off by wanting to know how Colt’s dick is, but not because she so very likes sex, but because he sent photos of it to eight different women. She reports that she knows girls messaged him, and that he said he was single and that he loved them. Colt attempts to turn on the gaslights, until Jess shows the receipts.
“Colt, you have problems. You need a doctor,” Jess speaks for everyone.
Let’s review: in the span of one month, Colt sent 8 dick pics to 8 different women he also claimed to love. Now we know how he has so many girlfriends: he plays the numbers game.
“Stop playing with women. I’m no toy,” Jess says. “I am person, I cry.”
“I cry about things too. Do you care about that? Does this count as a pivot, or a subject change? You see, I’m desperate to make this your fault, and about you, and not me. Also, I don’t want to argue with you in public, and I also don’t want to argue with you in the privacy of my own home.” Colt’s a dick. On the way he describes Jess as a “little firecracker that could go off any minute” as if she’s enraged just because it’s Saturday, and not because he’s pressed rage into her pores.
Debbie is waiting weirdly with a platter of grapes, and has never asked another person a question about themselves, so Jess is left to stitch together a conversation on her own. They make beef stew jokes, and Jess is so sick of this shit she slams on the brakes and calls Colt a good actor. She offers to share with Debbie evidence that Colt is the biggest tool with the smallest tool, and Debbie doesn’t want to see evidence that her son is awful. Colt is embarrassed, and wants a little more detail on what parts of his acting really pop, and what he needs to workshop with Erik.
SPIN OFF IDEA: There needs to be a 90DF dating show, for all the people who endure a season and find themselves single in the end. Paul is not allowed to participate. Larissa and Jess would make a great couple.
Next time: Paul takes Karine to a sewage facility to sell her on the wonders of Louisville, Kalani tries to penetrate Asuelu’s thunder dome to communicate how awful their relationship is, Jess tells Colt that he’s bullshit, and then trades notes with Larissa, Syngin’s drunk friends try to get Tania to see what everyone else sees, Charlie and Chuck provide a mangled interpretation of their conversation with Marcel, and I officially stop watching Angela and Michael’s scenes.
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In a recently posted article on François Gautier’s website, he lists the names of 50 people who can be described as enemies of Hindus and Hinduism. He says that he created the list, which is incomplete, without malice aforethought.
Here is the list, 50 Biggest Enemies of Hindus (Dead or Alive), including the reasons he gives to justify his choice of enemies — Editor

  • Thomas Babington Macaulay – He played a significant role in introducing English and western concepts to education in India. This was worthy as no one can deny that English gives India an edge in dealing with other countries to penetrate into the era of globalization. Yet, Macaulay had very little regard for Hindu culture and education including all the books written in Sanskrit which actually contains all the historical information. Rather, the worthless abridgement used at preparatory schools in England is considered more valuable than books written in Sanskrit language. Today, much of India’s intellectuals and Media stand as a proof of the success of Macaulay as they look down on their own culture and analyse India through the western prism.
  • Indian National Congress – Only a few people know that the Indian National Congress was founded on 28 December 1885 by a Britisher, A.O. Hume. Its objectives were to “allow all those who work for the national (read British) good to meet each other personally, to discuss and decide of the political operations to start during the year”. And certainly, till the end of the 19th century, the Congress, who regarded British rule in India as a “divine dispensation”, was pleased with criticising moderately the Government, while endorsing its loyalty to the Crown and its faith in “liberalism” and “the British innate sense of justice”! The real nationalist leaders like Sri Aurobindo and Tilak, were put aside by the “moderate Congress”.
  • Jawaharlal Nehru – A French historian Alain Danielou writes, “Nehru was the perfect replica of a certain type of Englishman.” Several times he used the expression ‘continental people’, with an amused and sarcastic manner, to designate French or Italians. He reviled non-anglicised Indians and had a very shallow and partial knowledge of India. His ideal, the romantic socialism of 19th century Britain, was totally unfit to India, as the conditions of India were totally different from 19th century Europe. Nehru has been promoted by Congress as an icon, which nobody has yet dared to touch, but as history will show more and more, Nehru had done tremendous harm to India by initiating movements and patterns, which not only did vast damage in their times, but continue to survive and weigh down the Indian nation, long after their uselessness has been realized.
  • Babur – Jawaharlal Nehru wrote about Babur mentioning him as the destroyer of the Ram Temple in Ayodhya. The truth is that Babur indulged in unnecessary massacres and demolished thousands of temples showcasing himself as a ferocious Mughal emperor. His ultimate goal was probably the destruction and the enslaving of the Hindus. It is sad to see that Indian history books have no comments on such incidents.
  • Sonia Gandhi – It is true that Sonia brought discipline, order and consistency into the Congress party. But the amount of unrestrained power that she, a non-Indian, a simple elected MP like hundreds of others, possessed when the Congress was in power for ten years, should frighten us: a word, indeed a glance of her was sufficient to trigger action by her entourage, using any means—bearing in mind the case of P. Chidambaram when he would have allowed Narendra Modi to be killed by a Ishrat Jahan, a known terrorist. Thus, the instruments of power had never been so perverted in India. The CBI allegedly suppressed all orders against Quattrocchi and even allowed him to get away with billions of rupees which he had stolen from India. Yet, without blinking an eyelid, and with the Indian Media turning a blind eye, it went ruthlessly after Narendra Modi, the then chief minister of the most efficiently run state, the most corruption free.
  • The Pope – Christianity, unfortunately, is still clinging in the belief of a single true God, Jesus Christ, in spite of the feeble attempts at “Ecumenism” of the Church. It would be all right if the Church was playing by the rules of the free market, where there is a certain amount of fairness—“you see what advantages my religion is bringing you, compare it with your own and then feel free to choose”. But, sadly, the missionaries are using indirect and persuasive means to convert the poorest of the poor Hindus in India—offering free medical treatment, free schooling, interest-free loans, even going as far as organizing “fake miracle” prayer meetings, as it is regularly done by American preacher Benny Hinn. This is practiced in India, but they dare not do it in China, where freedom of religion is curtailed and any missionary caught persuading is kicked out. Would Hindus dare convert Christians in France, for instance? The confounding fact is that there is not a single Hindu temple in France, as their construction has not been allowed and there is even a minister in charge of hunting down “sects” (meaning what is not Christian-oriented).
  • Rahul Gandhi – No doubt Rahul Gandhi is a decent, well-meaning man, though totally ignorant of India’s culture and spirituality. But his ignorance becomes problematic as times. Bearing in mind the case of Wikileaks cables, where Rahul Gandhi tells the American ambassador that Hindu terrorism was more dangerous than Islamic terrorism—“The bigger threat may be the growth of radicalized Hindu groups, which create religious tensions and political confrontations with the Muslim community”. It looks like Rahul and his mother were trying to make an example of Colonel Purohit and Sadhvi Pragya to gratify their Muslim electorate by issuing direct orders to get a confession out of him and Sadhvi Pragya at any cost, even torture.
  • The Communist Party of India – Very few people know that the communists refused to collaborate against the Nazis during the 2nd World War, because Russia was then allied with Germany. Their attitude during the war with China in 1962 was also very uncertain. Most Marxists in India are anti-Hindu as a principle (Marx was against religion) and their intellectuals are expert at criticising Hindus. At a time when Marxism is deceased all over the world, including in Cuba and China, India is the last haven of communism. Though communists have certain sincerity (they generally are not corrupt and live a simple life, contrary to many Indian politicians) but they contribute very little to India’s growth, with their constant strikes and demands. Naxalism which is a great threat to this country is also a sprout of communism.
  • Priyanka Gandhi – We all can assume that in case Sonia Gandhi leaves India or something happens to her, Priyanka—and not Rahul—will be the natural choice of the Congress to take up the wheels. Would Priyanka bring a change in Congress? Unlikely. She will think like a Christian and a westerner, not like an Indian and adopt Nehru’s misplaced socialist and popular idea’s, which have landed India in corruption and red tape. Also, her husband Robert Vadra, a man who multiplied his wealth by 600 times in five years, is an albatross around her neck.
  • Barkha Dutt – Married twice to a Kashmiri Muslim, from a young journalist, Barkha turned into a Hindu basher (you just have to listen to the Radia tapes to understand that). The power that came with NDTV, as it grew into the most sophisticated TV news channel, and her proximity to the Congress party, also influenced her mind. There are also accusations of corruption against her and her boss Prannoy Roy.
  • Kancha Ilaiah – His hatred for Hindus can be seen in his immensely controversial book, Why I am not a Hindu, Kancha Ilaiah is a converted Christian who hates Hindus, particularly Brahmins whom he accuses of all the possible evils. He recently gave a statement on vegetarianism calling it as anti-nationalism, “For me, my nation starts with eating beef. Unfortunately, we gave up eating beef and our brains are not growing now. There is no enough protein,” Probably he doesn’t know that many westerners are now switching to vegetarianism.
  • Aamir Khan – Aamir Khan’s TV program on social issues, Satyamev Jayate, even raised his status to an activist for human rights. His comment on ‘Intolerance’, that his (Hindu) wife wanted to leave India, alienated him from many of his supporters. His anti-Hindu gurus film, like PK, also created a lot of hostility.
  • Shah Rukh Khan – As Aamir Khan, Shah Rukh is also married to a Hindu, but raises his kids as Muslims, and whenever it suits him plays the minority card (Pakistan invited him many times to settle there). In fact, playing a little anti-Hindu card pleases their Muslim fans and does no harm to their image, as Hindus anyway never retaliate.
  • Amartya Sen – He got the Nobel Prize, teaches in Oxford and is highly respected in the West but only few know that Amartya Sen rode his fame on the back of his false theories about poverty in India and in the West. Despite all that the Congress Government gave him the Nalanda University project for which he did nothing.
  • Rajdeep Sardesai – Rajdeep is not an honest journalist—witness the incident when he sat on a sting interview that showed the Congress paying bribes to BJP MLA’s to defect. He was also seen in his true light in New York, where he portrayed himself as a victim of a hard-line Hindu, whereas the video replays showed that in fact he was the aggressor. No doubt, Rajdeep is a personal enemy of Narendra Modi and has never veiled his dislike for the BJP.
  • Angana Chatterjee – Angana Chatterjee is a Hindu herself and started in an association named after India’s avatar, a great defender of Hindus, Sri Aurobindo. You need to know that she is married to Richard Shapiro who is Director and Associate Professor of the graduate anthropology program at California Institute of Integral Studies (CIIS), also a very anti-Hindu body. In fact, Shapiro was barred from entering India in 2010. Angana and Richard are great defenders of the Kashmiri Muslims and attend every International Kashmir Freedom Conference (IKFC), which only gives the Muslim point of view and ignores the 450,000 Kashmiri Hindus who have become refugees in their own country.
  • Teesta Setalvad – Teesta is a Hindu herself, who like Barkha Dutt, is married to a Muslim, Javed Anand. Javed Anand is General Secretary of Muslims for Secular Democracy, a virulent anti-Hindu organization. Using her organization Teesta Setalvad’s name has come to symbolize everything that is wrong with NGO activism in India. She has used any means to go after Hindus, particularly their leaders and specially Mr Narenda Modi. Unfortunately, Teesta has been repeatedly exposed for having indulged in unethical acts and has cases pending against her in courts for perjury. She has taken the courts for a ride with her perjury and her acts of influencing witnesses. She has misused the lack of education and poverty of victims to file false affidavits to further her own agenda.
  • Aurangzeb – Aurangzeb harmed not only Hindus, but also to his own family: he beheaded his brother Dara Shikoh, who was the rightful heir to the throne, poisoned his own father, and imprisoned his son. Aurangzeb (1658-1707) did not just build an isolated mosque on a destroyed temple, he ordered all the temples to be destroyed, among them the Kashi Vishwanath, Krishna’s birth temple in Mathura, the rebuilt Somnath temple on the coast of Gujurat, the Vishnu temple replaced with the Alamgir mosque now overlooking Benares and the Treta-ka-Thakur temple in Ayodhya. … His evil reign might end only after Shivaji Maharaj, a true Hindu hero brought him to his knees. Yet Shivaji is treated as a nobody in Indian history books and Aurangzeb like a harsh but just emperor.
  • John Dayal – The most virulent and articulate Christian anti-Hindu, John and many other Indian Christian leaders and bishops are not only practicing a Christianity which had its place 50 years ago in Europe (but is no more today, as Western Christianity is evolving), but are also re-embracing the old colonial missionary concept that Christ is the only ‘true’ God and that all ‘heathens’ Hindus have to be converted.
  • Irfan Habib – Irfan Habib has been side-lined by the Modi Government. He and Romila Thapar ruled supreme for nearly 40 years in devising Indian school curriculum. Together they have falsified Indian history with total impunity and went after the Hindus full steam. Irfan Habib continued the legacy of his father, Mohamed Habiib, to rewrite the chapter of Muslim invasions in India. Habib father and son’s books are based on four theories: 1) that the records (written by the Muslims themselves) of slaughters of Hindus, the enslaving of their women and children and razing of temples were “mere exaggerations by court poets and zealous chroniclers to please their rulers”. 2) That there were indeed atrocities, but mainly committed by Turks, the savage riders from the Steppe. 3) That the destruction of the temples took place because Hindus stored their gold and jewels inside them and therefore Muslim armies plundered these. 4) That the conversion of millions of Hindus to Islam was not forced, “but what happened was there was a shift of opinion in the population, who on its own free will chose the Shariat against the Hindu law (Smriti), as they were all oppressed by the bad Brahmins”!
  • Ramachandra Guha – Outlook magazine’s favourite columnist, who likes Rahul Gandhi, recently said that “Hindu fundamentalism is more threatening than Islamic terrorism”. Guha has written a number of books targeting Hindus and their spiritual leaders. Unfortunately, as many of these leftist intellectuals, he is fairly popular in the West and often quoted by western correspondents based in India.
  • Romila Thapar – The most well-known Indian historian, who has links with all Indologists in the world, universities and India centers, is a Hindu. As Rajiv Malhotra writes: “Hindu spiritual experiences are devalued by Romila Thapar, as pathological. She resorts to a quasi-scholarly speculation of racial hatred as existing in entire Indian traditions, demonizing the ‘other’, a technique to justify holding such people in contempt and even attacking them”. This is exactly the same thesis that is being spread today by Maoist insurgents working among remote tribes in central India, namely, that demons mentioned in Hinduism are actually references to tribal people. Today even, most of the intellectuals, journalists and many of India’s elite have been influenced by that school of thinking and regularly ape its theories.
  • N. Ram & The Hindu newspaper – Long time editor of the newspaper The Hindu, who should be renamed “The Anti-Hindu”. The magazine of The Hindu, Frontline, although well written as The Hindu, perpetuates a dead ideology. Unfortunately The Hindu is still read by many in India, including westerners in the South of India.
  • Sagarika Ghose & CNN-IBN – Rajdeep Sardesai’s wife shares her beliefs and hatred for the Hindus. It’s a tragedy that CNN-IBN is sympathetic to anybody who is anti-Hindu. CNN, a renowned western television station, choose to partner someone who is against the majority community of their country.
  • Mamata Banerjee – It is said that Mamata Banerjee is a Kali worshipper and does regular pujas when she is alone in her house. But the thrust of getting votes can transform anyone. She thus panders to Muslim community, turning a blind eye to the atrocities committed on the Hindus by the Bangladeshis refugees, who are given ration cards so that they can vote for Mamata. Also, she chose to say ‘Allah O Akbar’ when she just got re-elected despite of knowing the fact that Hindus are becoming minorities in certain districts of WB, Assam or UP. That is a tragedy and something should be done.
  • Akbaruddin Owaisi – Proof that India is a democracy lies in the fact that people like Owaisi and his brother can not only rant against the Hindus and preach near secession, but also get elected. There has to be some limits to preaching hatred and separatism.
  • Geelani & Other Kashmiri Separatists – It is confounding to see that the Indian Government allow these separatists to openly visit the Pakistani embassy in Delhi or travel to Pakistan. No country tolerates that kind of open separatism, be it France with Corsica, or even England with the faraway Falkland Islands, which geographically belong to Argentina. Also, one cannot forget that the Muslims pushed out of the Valley of Kashmir 500.000 Hindus who had lived there for generations.
  • Zakir Naik – Zakir Naik tried to hurt religious sentiments of Hindus by denigrating Shri Ganesh; that too, during the Ganesh Festival. He gave Hindus a challenge, through the medium of Facebook and Youtube, to prove that Shri Ganapati is a Deity. He also made an anti-Hindu statement that “If your God is unable to recognise his own son, how will he know that I am in danger”. By making such comments Naik has hurt religious sentiments of billions of Hindus. It has also created rage among members of Shiv Sena, BJP and various pro-Hindu organisations, Ganeshotsava Mandals and devout Hindus. Naik also went after Sri Sri Ravi Shankar in the famous debate.
  • Christophe Jaffrelot – This most famous French Indologist, paid by the French Government, is most responsible for the bad image of the BJP in France. He wrote many offensive books on ‘Hindu fundamentalism’. He is feted by the press corps and gets all kind of laudatory reviews when he comes to Indian to release the English translations of his books. So much for secularism in India—Jaffrelot, Sanjay Subramanyam (who teaches in the prestigious College de France), and others in France—keep harping on India’s problems—castes, poverty, so-called Hindu fundamentalism, etc. I know for a fact that in France, it has an influence on the top bureaucrats and the politicians, as every time something important happens in India—elections, catastrophes, riots, etc, their slanted opinions are hunted by newspapers, radios and televisions.
  • NGO’s – NGO’s in India are most of the time anti-Hindus. 70% of them work on “woman empowerment”, or “uplifting” the villagers in tribal areas, which is good, but should be done in a neutral manner with friendliness to the Indian Government. It is nowadays fashionable in India to always highlight the downtrodden condition of Indian women and their underprivileged place in Indian society. But no country in the world has granted such an important place to women in its spirituality and social ethos. And even today, behind all appearances—arranged marriages, submission to men, preference of male children in some rural areas (but girls are loved in India like nowhere in the world)—it can be safely said that very often, from the poorest to the richest classes, women control—even if behind the scenes—a lot of the family affairs: the education of their children (men in India are often “mama’s boys”), monetary concerns, and husbands often refer to them for important decisions. Countries such as France or the United States, who are often preaching to India on “women’s rights” never had a woman as their top leader, whereas India had Indira Gandhi ruling with an iron hand for nearly twenty years; and proportionately they have less MP’s than India, which is considering earmarking 33% of seats in Parliament for women, a revolution in human history! But this obsession of NGO’s with women and village empowerment (usually they take one village and make it like a showcase, for the benefit of visiting donors from abroad) has completely eclipsed the burning issue that would require NGO’s attention with the tremendous amount of funds they attract from abroad: afforestation, as there are hardly any forest worth the name left today in India.
  • Karunanidhi – Karunanidhi and before him his mentor, Anna, exploited to the hilt the Dravidian theory. According to this theory, which was actually devised in the 18th and 19th century by British linguists and archaeologists, who had a vested interest to prove the supremacy of their culture over the one of the subcontinent, the first inhabitants of India were good-natured, peaceful, dark-skinned shepherds, called the Dravidians. Then, around 1500 B.C., India is said to have been invaded by tribes called the Aryans: white-skinned, nomadic people, who originated somewhere in Urals, or the Caucasus. To the Aryans are attributed Sanskrit the Vedic or Hindu religion, India’s greatest spiritual texts, the Vedas, as well as a host of subsequent writings, the Upanishads, the Mahabharata, the Ramanaya, etc. And thus English missionaries and, later, American preachers were able to convert tribes and low caste Hindus by telling them: “you, the aborigines, the tribals, the Harijans, were there in India before the Aryans; you are the original inhabitants of India, and you should discard Hinduism, the religion of these arrogant Aryans and embrace Christianity, the true religion”. Karunanidhi also exploits this theory and he and Anna have made life for Tamil Brahmins so miserable that many left Tamil Nadu for Delhi or even the US.
  • Wendy Doniger – This American Hindu hater, supposedly a historian, says that Rama thinks that sex is putting him in political danger (keeping his allegedly unchaste wife will make the people revolt), but in fact he has it backward: Politics is driving Rama to make a sexual and religious mistake; public concerns make him banish the wife he loves. Rama banishes Sita as Dasharatha has banished Rama. Significantly, the moment when Rama kicks Sita out for the second time comes directly after a long passage in which Rama makes love to Sita passionately, drinking wine with her, for many days on end; the banishment comes as a direct reaction against the sensual indulgence. Her latest book, The Hindus: An Alternative History was written with an intent to mock Hinduism.
  • Akbar – Akbar is one of the goody-goodies in Indian history books, like Ashoka because he was a Buddhist, that Marxist historians like to glorify. No doubt, Akbar was one of the better Mughal emperors, but few people know that when he captured Chittor on February 25, 1568, he ordered that the thirty thousand civil population be butchered, including women and children who had taken shelter in the fort. Destruction of temples also took place on mass scale in Akbar’s reign and it is even said that he ordered that a mountain be made of the tufts of the Brahmins’ hairs.
  • Michael Witzel – He is a professor of Sanskrit at Harvard, who recently tried to prevent the removal of references to India and Hinduism in the curriculum followed by schools in California which parents of Indian origin found to be inadequate, inaccurate or just outright insensitive. Known for aggressively pushing theories forged by Left historians of the Romila Thapar genre that have been long discredited through scientific means, including DNA studies, this ‘linguist’ is known for promoting himself as a ‘historian’ in academic circles. His proximity to Left historians in India is no secret. On one occasion, he even said, “Hindus in the US are lost or abandoned people”.
  • Amnesty International – Amnesty International, which has a large number of Pakistanis in its staff, has always been hostile to Hindus. I remember showing an exhibition on Kashmir in London at the prestigious Commonwealth Club. The South Asia Amnesty in-charge refused to come and see it—although the club was just a stone throw away from Amnesty’s London office. What did the Kashmiri Hindus do that Amnesty considers them untouchable? And how come that the Muslims of the Valley who chased them by terror and made them flee their ancestral lands and homes are not condemned by Amnesty? It triggers a lot of questions about Amnesty’s impartiality.
  • Prannoy Roy (CEO of NDTV) – No doubt, Prannoy Roy created one of the best TV channels in India in terms of content and professional quality, but from the beginning NDTV’s slant was anti-Hindu. Why? Did you know that Prannoy is married to Radhika Roy, who is the sister of Brinda Karat, one of the leading lights of the Communist Party of India Marxist (CPI(M))? The sad thing is that many BJP leaders always run to NDTV, to be crucified by Barkha Dutt, Pranno’s second in command today.
  • P. Chidambaram – There are many questions asked today about the role of P. Chidambaram when he was in power during the ten years of the Congress. As finance minister, he went after Hindus by clamping down on Hindu institutions that had the 100% yoga tax rebate; as home minister his role is even more dubious: he had cleared an affidavit in 2009 which described college student Ishrat Jahan as a Lashkar-e-Taiba terrorist involved in a plot to assassinate then Gujarat chief minister Narendra Modi. About a month later, a second affidavit was filed in court in which all references to Ishrat’s alleged terror links were missing.
  • Sitaram Yechury – Yechury is an intelligent man and a brilliant speaker but he went full steam against Mr Modi’s declaration of June 21 as International Yoga Day, which was supported by the UN General Assembly and which should not cause any problem, as yoga is a universal technique that is practiced all over the world by millions of Christians. Oh, but the hitch is that yoga is a Hindu invention, hence Mr Yechury’s hostility, who famously said: “under this BJP government’s aggressive global campaigns, India appears to be seeking a global positioning not on the basis of its internal strength, economic or otherwise, but on the basis of such ‘accomplishments’ as having the UN General Assembly declare International Yoga Day on June 21”. The fact that a senior communist leader in India fails to see the potential to leverage the acceptance and spread of yoga across the world as a means to further India’s global influence and power is a testament to the monumental intellectual bankruptcy afflicting the communists in India.
  • Mother Teresa – Mother Teresa is still the fallacy for India. No doubt, she did saintly work. But was caring for the dying and orphaned children her only goal? The truth is that she stood for the most orthodox Christian conservatism. There is no doubt that Mother Teresa also had a goal to convert Hindus to Christianity, the only true religion in her eyes.
  • Karan Thapar– Karan Thapar, who owns ITV, which unfortunately produces shows for BBC, is one of the most famous faces of journalism in India. Karan Thapar’s father was General Pran Nath Thapar COAS during 1962 war, and his aunt is Romila Thapar. Does that explain why Karan, though a decent man, is known for his anti-Hindu bias? Once he invited me on a program about the painter M. F. Husain, who as you know has depicted Hindus’ most revered Gods fornicating or even sodomizing each other. I had brought on the show photocopies of these paintings, a solid evidence of Husain’s hatred of Hinduism, but Karan refused that I showed them on camera. So much for ITV’s journalistic impartiality.
  • Javed Akhtar – Though Javed Akhtar came out recently against those who opposed saying “Bharat Mata ki Jai”, he is also known as a Hindu baiter. I remember him going full steam against Sri Sri Ravi Shankar and Hindu gurus in an India Today symposium a few years ago. Akhtar also repeatedly equated the Gujarat 2002 anti-Muslim riots to the Jewish holocaust. As one of his detractors said: “it is impossible to believe that Akhtar isn’t aware of the horrors at Auschwitz or Sobibor to compare them with rioting in Gujarat”.
  • Shabana Azmi – Akhtar’s second wife, Shabana Azmi is a fine actress. Nevertheless she is also a Hindu baiter. When she was invited to the international film festival of Deauville in France, I read the numerous interviews where she kept harping about “Hindu fundamentalists”, and repeatedly lambasted the “right wing” BJP Government and accused them of turning a “blind eye” to the attacks towards India’s minorities, while portraying herself as a courageous social activist fighting for freedom of expression. She also only spoke en passant about Muslim fundamentalism. Again the old trick to either equate Muslim and Hindu fundamentalism, or even in the case of Azmi, Rahul Gandhi and others, to say that Hindu fundamentalism is more dangerous than the Islamic one.
  • Aakar Patel – Aakar Patel, a subtle but redoubtable Hindu hater, is sadly the head of Amnesty International India (one can see there the perversion of Amnesty, to name a Muslim as its head in a country inhabited by 80% Hindus). Aakar indeed always rants against Narendra Modi and the Hindu majority, saying: “one must be neutral.” But “we dissent against our own country, because dissent is patriotic”. However he adds: “Anyone opposing us (Amnesty International?, is morally deficient and a repugnant human being”. Aakar Patel’s hatred for the majority community is not veiled. He wrote, “Most extremists in India are not Muslims, they are Hindu Maoists”.
  • Arundhati Roy – Cousin of Prannoy Roy, she was married to Gerard da Cunha first and then to filmmaker Pradip Krishen. Apart from her first book The God of Small Things, Arundhati never wrote again anything of value. She is most happy in the company of Maoists, Naxalites, Tamil Elam [LTTE], and Kashmiri separatists. Roy famously said, “Kashmir has never been an integral part of India and the Indian Government is at war with Maoists to aid the MNCs”. She also says that Modi is promoting Brahmanism. After the “intolerance” debate, she returned her national award for screenplay.
  • Father Cedric Prakash – This Indian Christian priest has been most active in betraying his own country in the US, amongst Congress parliamentary committees. In June 2002, he testified before the US Commission for International Religious Freedom (USCIRF) in Washington, about the lack of religious freedom in India. His is a clear case of an Indian citizen asking an alien nation intervene in India’s domestic affairs. Fr. Prakash has been a vocal critic of Narendra Modi, often in collaboration with John Dayal and Teesta Setalvad.
  • Martha Nussbaum – Her pronouncement: “perpetrators of violence are not Muslims but Hindus”, is proof enough of Nussbaum’s hatred. Her interest in India started while working for Amartya Sen, with whom she shared an intimate relationship, a fact she herself bragged about. Before the 2014 parliament elections, Amartya Sen had said that he wouldn’t like Modi to be the PM of India. Martha does not have any qualification or training in archaeology, Sanskrit, geology,or metallurgy, yet writes with authority about the dating of the Vedas.
  • Hillary Clinton – Hillary Clinton has no great love for India and often leans towards Pakistan (her vice chairman of the 2016 election campaign is Huma Mahmood Abedin, of Pakistani origin). Maybe the numerous infidelities of her husband Bill made her into a hard and cynical woman, but if she becomes president of the US, she will be no friend of India and Hindus. Her attitude towards Islam and Muslim fundamentalism is also ambiguous and she is probably closer to Obama’s views, than any other presidential candidate. You can expect continuing support, financial and in armaments to Pakistan if she is elected.
  • Medha Patkar – Another NGO, who very selectively targets only Hindus. Her Narmada dam agitation had one target only—Narendra Modi. Yet the dam has proved to be the biggest factor to Gujarat’s prosperity, bringing electricity, water, prosperity to all, Hindus as well as Muslims. Medha was also involved in many movements that blocked Mr Modi’s visas in the UK and the US and that tried to stop him from becoming prime minister.
  • Mahatma Gandhi? – I put it with a question mark, as I consider him as a great soul indeed. But there are many who point out that he never seemed to have realised the great danger that Nazism represented for humanity. Calling Hitler “my beloved brother”, a man who murdered 6 million Jews in cold-blood just to prove the purity of his own race, is more than just innocence, it borders on criminal credulity. And did not Gandhi also advise the Jews to let themselves be butchered? His not condemning Muslims during the Khilafat Movement when thousands of Hindus were butchered by Indian Muslims, or his indulgence of Jinnah, going as far as proposing to make him the prime minister of India, have not always earned him Hindu goodwill. ¶ Gandhi’s love of the Harijans, as he called them, was certainly very touching and sprang from the highest motivations, but once more Gandhi took the European element in the decrying of the caste system, sowing the seeds of future disorders and of a caste war in India, of which we see the effects only today.
  • Hindus Themselves – Hindus, it must be said, are their own biggest enemies. They must be some of the most selfish and individualistic people in the world: rich Hindus never help their poorer brothers and sisters—that’s’ why the Mother Teresas and Sonia Gandhis are able to flourish in India. A Hindu abroad never acknowledges another Hindu, but pretends he or she does not exist. You can insult Hindus and their Gods and Goddesses as much as you want and nothing will happen to you. A billion Hindus have not raised a finger about the 450.000 Kashmiri Pandits who became refugees in their own country after they were chased out by terror from the Valley of Kashmir in the 90’s. Hindus today don’t give a damn whether their children know about the Ramayana, the Mahabharata or the Bhagavad Gita, where every truth that needs to be known about life, after life, karma, dharma and soul is taught. Modern Hindu children do not go to temples, pray or know what a puja is. Hindus do not care to have colleges where Hindu values are imparted, like the Muslims have (Aligarh University for instance) The only one ever, the Benares Hindu University, should not be called ‘Hindu’, as nothing Hindu is taught there anymore.
Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj, who along with a few hundred men, stood his ground against the most powerful emperor of his times, has practically no place in Indian history books and is often described as a petty chieftain or even a plunderer. So is Maharana Pratap, the only Rajput who fought against the Mughals and actually defeated Akbar in Haldighati.
Hindus tend to merge and melt wherever they live—and in the process, lose some of their identities and togetherness. And finally the most deadly and vicious intellectuals that we have reviewed above, are Hindus most of them. They are the ones that should be targeted, in a non-violent but firm manner. – Francois Gautier, 13 June 2016. The list has been edited by a staff writer at Newsgram and again by the editor of Bharata Bharati. See the original here.
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2020.08.26 11:18 Mandahrk Camera inside body during sex

I admit it. I am a simp.
And no, I am not proud of that fact. If I could go back in time and stop myself when I first started acting like one - I would. In a heartbeat. But I was a horny little goblin back then and just the tiniest bit of attention from a woman was enough to fry my brain.
In my defense though, she was absolutely gorgeous. Brown eyes that twinkled mischievously; plump, kissable red lips that parted to reveal white teeth like perfect little sugar cubes and thick dark hair that gently tickled her shoulder blades. Her dresses clung to her like they couldn't get enough of her body. And I understood why. She had just the right amount of curves in just the right places. I wanted to sink my teeth into them. Just... scrumptious.
I couldn't believe when she smiled at me. Jaw dropped open like a drawbridge, I stared at her from my seat in the cafe, wondering when the dream would end. It didn't. Not even when she got up and click-clacked over to me, her heels making her hips sway hypnotically. She slipped into the chair in front of me and asked whether I was staring at her. Dear God, her voice. It was like she was pouring nectar into my ears. I shook my head like an idiot. She laughed, and it was music, like birds singing an ode to the falling leaves on an autumn morning. Cute, she said, and bit her bottom lip.
And that was that. One meeting and she had me wrapped around her fingers. To say that our relationship was a whirlwind romance would be an understatement. It all feels like a blur to me, like the view inside a train that is zooming past yours in the opposite direction. I had no idea how she so quickly wriggled her way into my life, settling in like she had always belonged there. I felt like God himself was smiling down on me, and not one to spit on my blessings, I agreed with whatever she suggested, unknowingly losing myself in her piece by piece.
I changed my dressing sense for her, dropped my childhood friends like the dead weight that they were, quit playing video games because it is a child's hobby, not something a grown man in his mid 20s should ever waste his time with. I sold off my GI Joe collection, got a job I hated, bought a car that was too expensive and took out a loan for a house much bigger than we could have possibly needed and added her name to the fucking deed. All to please the pert little succubus.
At least the sex was heavenly.
So heavenly in fact that I didn't even protest much when she told me she was going to start an onlyfans account. It'll be good for us, she said, flashing her slender wrists at me, making my heart melt. We need the money, babe. Besides, they only get to look. Only you can touch me. I sighed, loosened my tie and grunted. Just don't tell me what you post on there. I don't want to know. She squealed with joy and jumped on my lap, reminding me why I was putting up with all this shit in the first place.
That's when things started to go wrong. Terribly, horrifyingly wrong.
I would wake up from nightmares I could never remember, more exhausted than I had been when I crashed into bed that would get soaked to the wood with my sweat. I began sleeping longer, but had absolutely no energy during the day. My skin was losing its colour, my eyes had dark circles deep like gorges and my hands would tremble with weakness.
At first I chalked it all up to stress. I was overworked, without friends, stuck in a superficial relationship and burdened with staggering financial obligations. Of course my body was finally starting to give out. I wasn't a machine after all, was I?
But then the bruises started to appear. On my hands, thighs, back, knees, elbows - my body was being dotted with these little red marks that would inexplicably appear each morning. And they would hurt - like the bite of a fire ant. She had no clue what was causing this, but I did. It all began with that damn onlyfans account and I knew I was going to get my answers there.
I quickly set up an account and subscribed to hers. But to my utter disappointment, there was nothing out of the ordinary there. Just lingeries pictures, a couple of full body nudes. That's it. Nothing that would explain what I was going through.
This was because she had another account. Under a pseudonym, one that she never told me about. Thank god for my connections in the IT sector. I was only able to track it down thanks to them. As soon as my phone buzzed with the message telling me about her alt account, I ran into the bathroom at the office and locked myself in the first empty stall.
I wiped the sweat off my hands and unlocked my phone. With shaky thumbs, I made the payment and got access to her account. And what I saw made my head spin in fear.
It was just the most bizarre collection of pictures. Animal skulls mounted on some sort of a greasy altar, candles arranged around a strange chalk diagram on the floor of our basement, grainy photos of rotting carcasses of dogs with their entrails ripped out and laid in a circle around them. Close up pictures of accident victims in their cars - limbs cut off, flesh burnt black, skin melting off, eyes crushed to a viscous jelly. How the fuck were these photos up? How did she even get them? Why had the folks over at onlyfans not deleted them? I could feel bile rise up in my throat as I scrolled past those pictures. And the comments to those pictures were just as confusing. Strange symbols and squiggly lines that I had never seen on a fucking keyboard made up the comments. All of them. Hundreds of comments, all in what seemed to be a completely new language.
But what terrified me the most were the videos. A primal terror clutched at my chest as I watched those videos. Unlike the pictures, she starred in each and every single one of them.
As did I.
Some of them were innocent enough. They'd start with her holding the camera and pointing it at her face. She would bring it closer and closer to her mouth until her blood red lips were almost touching the lens and then she'd start whispering. I plugged in my earphones and turned the volume up to the max to hear what she saying - but it was utter nonsense. I couldn't make heads or tails out if it. It sounded like no language I had ever heard, yet scared the shit out of me. It was like she was running her tongue around inside my ears, threatening to condemn me to a fate worse than death. She would then walk and come stand over my sleeping form. The video would now speed up and she would stand over me for hours. For fucking hours as I tossed and turned, tormented by my nightmares, she would stand over me, pointing the camera down on my face.
I took a second to calm my heartbeat which thumped against my chest, my ears and my temple before moving on.
Another video. This time the camera was set up on a tripod next to my bed. She was there again, hunched over my sleeping form. But this time she didn't just watch, she bent over, splayed my forearm out and drove a little needle into it, quickly licking the drops of blood that bubbled out, before turning and grinning at the camera, the greenish night vision making her eyes gleam. I gasped and almost dropped the phone. There were so many of these videos - her injuring me, licking the blood off and then grinning at the camera. Literally hundreds of them. All with the same script.
And then I moved on to the most recent video. The screen flickered to life and our basement came into view. It didn't look anything like I was familiar with. Lit up by candles that bathed the room in a dull orange glow, the entire basement had been turned into some sort of an altar, like the pictures I had earlier seen. Unclean cattle skulls were strewn across the room, the floor was slathered with squiggly chalk lines set up in strange symbols, tapestries with dizzying designs embroidered on them hung from the rafters and smoke arose from somewhere off screen. In the middle out of it all though, was the love of my life. Nude, with her entire body soaked in blood she was writhing on the floor, touching herself and moaning in a hoarse and guttural voice. Propped up on a small table in front of her was a framed picture of me with the eyes burnt off, probably with a cigarette. The fear that crashed into me brought tears to my eyes. She began rubbing herself faster. And faster and faster and faster and faster until her hand was just a red blur on the screen.
Sharp shadows danced on her face as she began speaking. Soon, she said. Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. Her voice rose with each words until she was screaming in a manic frenzy, until the words reverberated like gunshots in the basement. And then the video came to an abrupt end.
I blinked furiously to clear my rapidly fading vision, trying to wrest control of my body from the terror that threatened to shut it down. And then my phone buzzed again, and I almost had a heart attack when I saw the message.
"Hey babe ;) When are you coming home tonight?"
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