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CHAPTER 17

Baby Doll

In November 2002, twenty-two-year-old Cassidy “Cassy” Green was tired of having a boss. She had worked at the escort services, sharing her hard-earned money with a guy who took none of the pounding, who only answered the phone.

She decided that she was going to set up her own escort service, and she knew what she was going to call it: Sunset Sensations.

Settled on the name, she had to come up with a location. She didn’t have the money to run it out of a motel. She didn’t know anyone with a house who’d be willing to go into business with her. That left mobile homes.

She would operate Sunset Sensations out of a trailer home in the Bloomdale Mobile Home Park, on Routes 5 and 20, in Bloomfield, Ontario County, New York, near her home. She was a lifelong resident of Bloomfield, with a mom who was local. One might think that Cassidy A. Green would go to another town, where she was a stranger, to start up her escort business. But travel wasn’t in Cassidy’s makeup.

Bloomfield, population 2,349, spread out over sixteen square miles. Like many of the small towns south of Rochester, it was on land originally inhabited by the Seneca Indians. About three-quarters of the land there is used for farming and the average house costs more than $100,000. That was in the village. Outside of town, where the mobile home lots were, the average cost was not nearly that high.

Cassidy had great entrepreneurial plans. She was going to advertise on the Internet, show off how great her girls looked in fishnet stockings and corsets. When she wasn’t feeling so optimistic, she would think about what to do if the escort business didn’t work out right away. She figured she would supplement her income by selling coke to those who frequented adult entertainment establishments.

She tried to do it all on her own, but she soon figured out that she was going to need to call in an expert or two. There was paperwork to do, something about “doing business as” (DBA) papers. It was beyond her. Cassidy realized she needed help filling out the business papers to set up the business. She asked a guy, who said she needed a lawyer for that sort of thing. Did she know one? No.

Then, so her story goes, she said, no big deal, she could look one up in the phone book. She planted a finger of fate randomly on the page for attorneys and her fingertip fell on the name of Kevin Bryant, who had an office on Ridge Road in Greece.

Greece was a suburban town adjacent to northwest Rochester—not really in Cassidy’s neck of the woods. She was a girl from the southeast of Rochester. Greece was in the far opposite quadrant of the county.

There is no reason not to trust Cassidy’s “finger of fate” story, but it should be noted that when Cassidy showed up in his office, Kevin already had a keen interest in escort services, strip clubs, and other aspects of the sex biz.

Like many longtime bachelors, Kevin did not seek out sex in the most romantic of manners—he usually went out and paid for it. Or sex came to him. Sometimes it was a blow job in the office, other times he spiced things up with drugs and by gaining access to a crudely exotic locale. The info Tabby had picked up about her husband regarding the champagne and the bubble baths was no doubt correct. Back in those days, Kevin’s lifestyle may have been described as “swinging,” or the result of a “one-track mind.” In politically correct terms, he exhibited symptoms of sex addiction.

Kevin didn’t enjoy getting off in a cool and professional manner; rather, he dug the whole scene. He liked to call for more than one girl at a time. He tried to keep his trysts with escorts entertaining, both for himself and for the women he employed. The average woman who kept Kevin company was not known for her attention span, so Kevin tried to keep things as interesting as possible, even if it cost a few extra dollars. Motels, group scenes, and drugs kept the girls from getting bored.

Cassidy Green had come to the right place. Five-foot-two-inch Kevin Bryant happily helped the suitably diminutive escort fill out the papers for starting up Sunset Sensations. In December, Bryant notarized a business record filed with the Ontario County clerk when the company was started.

Cassidy liked going to the lawyer’s office, and it wasn’t just because Kevin looked to be a potential source of income down the line. She had another reason to look forward to her visits to the Greece law office. Working there (and living in the lawyer’s home) was Cyril Winebrenner, brother of the lawyer’s wife. Cyril had been down on his luck, but the bad luck had done nothing to harm his looks, which remained healthy enough to suit Cassidy.

As fate would have it, Cyril was in Kevin’s office working his part-time job when Cassidy came in, with wide eyes. She had papers to fill out for an escort service.

Winebrenner and Green hit it off. Patty and his son were a long ways away. He was starting a new life. Ginny had done it. And so, Cyril and Cassidy began a romantic relationship. Soon after, Cassidy also moved in with the Bryants, sharing a room with Cyril.

Cassidy sometimes did waft in the breeze of an ephemeral ambition, but she lacked social upward mobility. She was a whore and a drug dealer. She was in constant need of money for dope, which would either go up her nose or into a crack pipe. She taught the joys of a cocaine/oral sex combo. It wasn’t long before Cyril was also a cocaine addict.

This wasn’t the only seduction going on in the house. Kevin was drawing his wife into his world of sex addiction. It was no longer enough to have a wholesome world at home and a smarmy world on the outside. He wanted the worlds to join.

When he had his group sex scenes with drugs and professional girls, he wanted Tabby there to join in the fun. When he got head from the stripper who worked out in Scottsville, he wanted Tabby’s breasts in his face.

Whether the idea of sexual experimentation was appealing to Tabby, or she saw it as a last desperate attempt to save her marriage, Tabby went along.

Back home, things were not going great for Cyril’s mom and dad.

“Cleo and I were both disabled,” Ginny revealed. “The bottom of my husband’s heart is deteriorating. He has severe blood vessel and vein disease. He had a quadruple bypass in 2002. The bypass helped, but all of the little arteries in his heart are blocking up. And he’s losing circulation to his spine. . . .

“I got hurt at work in August 1994. I was working at the factory that makes the Gummi Bears. I was a machine operator. A roll of film fell off a machine and it weighed about seventy pounds. I tried to catch it with my left arm and it pulled everything out. They did surgery and removed my first left rib. The workman’s comp wouldn’t pay and held it off for so long that the surgery didn’t work. Now if I do one sink of dishes, I can’t feel a glass in my hand anymore.”

Speaking of fate, she added, “Since I’m left-handed, it affected my left side. It was amazing. I saw fourteen specialists and every single one of them was left-handed. Even the lady that did my final exam for Social Security was left-handed. I’ve found that a lot of your specialists are left-handed, and a lot of your crafters, too. Most people who do design are left-handed. The only reason I know that is I’m left-handed and I design,” Ginny said with a laugh.