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Chapter 15

On my own for the first time, without a boyfriend or girlfriend, I became very vulnerable, naïve, and insecure and found myself getting involved with some shady people.

At that point, I was looking for a new roommate, and a girl I worked with but barely knew needed a place. She seemed nice enough. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, she moved in, and within a week, so did her boyfriend without my consent.

I wasn’t used to sticking up for myself, always had someone to do that for me, and always felt secure as long as I had a partner in crime so to speak.

They, of course, didn’t pay rent. I was stupid not to get money up front and didn’t know how to handle it. They totally took over my house.

Then her boyfriend came to me. He was running a scam and somehow found a way to make counterfeit social security checks and wanted to put them in my name. I was to cash them and give him half. He had me get a bank account and started printing them in my name. They were a pretty large amount, and I don’t know to this day how I didn’t get busted.

He actually did get caught, and what saved me was that he stole my DL and was renting hotel rooms in my name, unbeknownst to me. A detective eventually contacted me, telling me what he was doing, and I was not aware of that actually, that part anyway. They assumed since he had my DL, that he was putting and cashing the checks in my name and told me his girlfriend used my identity to open an account and wanted to talk to me about what I knew about them and my relationship to him, his name, and whatever else I could tell them.

He, of course, gave me a bogus name, but I described him and his girlfriend and told them that she worked at the club with me but I hadn’t known her well and did not know her real name.

I don’t know if they ever got caught, I had moved by then, and I did not tell them I was cashing the checks. I was not charged. Even if I did tell them, I believe now they would believe he forced me too, which he pretty much did. I was pretty scared to do it. He didn’t threaten me, but I was scared of him.

They would supply me with drugs, enough to get me through a few days, then when they needed me again, I would get more. I guess that was their way of keeping me involved. By that time, they had pretty much moved and wouldn’t come around for days, and I had no idea that they were using my name.

As I’ve said, I wasn’t an innocent girl. My lifestyle of drug use and prostitution at this point, I was very lucky to not get incarcerated. It wasn’t the first time I had committed fraud. I had years before, I forgot to mention, a girl I knew that worked at a gas station across the street from me would give me people’s credit cards that they had lost. She had quite a few. I was surprised they worked and weren’t cancelled. I got away with that too, using them to buy gas and whatever. I also was never busted.

Since I had no relationship with God, I never thought about it all being a sin. I did know it wasn’t right but never thought I’d go to hell for it. I told myself it was the oldest profession in the book. And I knew enough from attending Catholic school about Mary Magdalene and how Jesus forgave her and loved her.

One night, I was at work, and this really hot guy was playing pool, not paying attention to the dancers or spending money on us. That’s what attracted me to him. I would never date a guy that spent money on lap dances. They disgusted me. And I didn’t feel guilty hustling them. I just thought they were dumb, thinking the more money they spent, they could get a girlfriend out of it.

I got the nerve to approach the guy playing pool. The only time I had confidence was when I was dancing because of all the money I made. I asked him if he had a girlfriend. His answer got me hook, line and sinker. He said no but was taking applications. That was the best line I ever heard, and that night, I found myself in bed with him.

I assumed, as always, I’d never hear from him again, but he really liked me, and eventually, I moved in with him and his roommates. We were very compatible; the sex was so good. It might have been from the marijuana. I was always horny when I was stoned. Even though I never really liked the feeling marijuana gave me, I was a real light weight, though, but eventually would get me really paranoid.

What really turned me on about him was the only drugs he did, at that time anyway, was smoke marijuana and he had me quit my job and took care of me. He sold pot and did really well.

We got along really well, and he didn’t see the Hyde side of me for quite a while probably because I was stoned all the time. It seemed to calm me down.