Chapter 4: Kathy’s Story

It was almost two years ago when I first met Janice.

She was an ok person, as far as it goes, but she was rather naive. I remember when I asked her, “Who is buried in Grant’s Tomb?” and she said, “I have no idea.” So then I asked her the name of Sammy Davis Jr.’s father. No idea, again. Then I pushed the envelope, and asked her how big a cow’s penis was. She said, and I quote, “A lot bigger than Roy’s, I’m sure.” I couldn’t stop laughing.

Sure, Janice was book smart. She had a very responsible job in a great company, and was often promoted. In her personal life, she was an awesome mother who had raised a very clever daughter who loved her dearly. Jessica graduated top of her class in high school, and was a 4.0 student in college.

Someone who had noticed Janice’s good qualities years ago, and had spoiled her ever since, was her husband, Roy, and the more I saw of him, the more I wanted him for myself.

His good qualities were almost too numerous to mention. Roy was honest, better looking than Brad Pitt, made great money, had a great personality (in my opinion), and was kind and generous to a fault. I mean, he gave away money ... thousands of dollars to help out friends ... without expecting any repayment. His motto was ‘pay it forward’. I didn’t know whether to kick his ass for being such a putz, or kiss him for being so wonderful.

What I wanted, most of all, was for him to love me, and look at me the same way that he looked at Janice. I wanted him to coddle me, like he did Janice when he forgave her little mistakes. I wanted him to make love to me like he did to Janice, the way he held her, molded her, kissed her ... I peeked a couple of times when I was staying over at their place.