I sat across from her as she looked through me with glassy, almost empty eyes. She wiped snot away with her hands and left a glossy streak from her nostrils to the left corner of her mouth. I handed her a tissue....she thanked me and looked away at the white wall.
I said,"Can you tell me what happened, Ramona....I need to hear everything in detail." I leaned forward and said again,"Just tell me what happened." She looked at me with bloodshot blue eyes...in a hurt voice and said,"I was checking my emails on my lap top...there were 17 emails with a heart and the words,"I still love you" following it."
I asked,"Who sent them?" She twisted her hands and said,"I didn't fucking know at the time who sent them...I didn't recognize the sender's ID so I deleted all of them." She went on,"It was late at night and I was in no fucking mood to play games on the net...I put the lap top on the night stand and fell asleep."
I asked,"So you were in a bad mood?" She sighed and grumbled,"Yes...a bad fucking mood...my boss was a jerk all day and I found out that my cat, Jonesy got ran over by the fucking UPS man who delivered a vase I had bought on E Bay."
I said,"Let me guess...the vase was broken?" She snapped out,"More like crushed....I threw it in the trash and cried." She added,"Then I called the Vet and she told me it was going to cost six hundred dollars to fix Jonesy's legs...I put it on my credit card...maxed it out.
I said,"OK...so let's get back to the story." She gave me a forced, tired grin and said," I was asleep....asleep on my back...I thought I heard a voice and opened my eyes....the night light was on because Rafe can't sleep in total darkness...anyway....I scanned the room while holding my head still...I saw nothing until I looked at the television screen."
Sweat beads began to form on her brow...her voice was a little shaky and her eyes moved back and forth. She lowered her eyes to her hands and said,"I saw the reflection of someone on the TV screen....I couldn't turn my head to look...I was too scared." Ramona sniffled and said," Then...I tried to turn my head but couldn't...I tried to turn my body...move my arms...legs....nothing would fucking move!"
I asked,"What about your husband, Rafe?" She said,"I could see him in the covers...I wanted to scream for him but even my forced moans were silent....I could only breathe shallow." She wrung her hands and mumbled,"I love him but I hated him for not waking up." Tears came to her darkened eyes as she said,"It was barely moving on the TV screen...I strained my eyes to the left but couldn't see it...it was right by the bed and I couldn't see it."
I asked,"It...what do you mean...it?" She said,"It...he...whatever it fucking was....it looked human but it was a shadow...a shadow that was alive...it was fucking alive!"
Ramona took three deep breaths and said,"I felt it touching my toes...then my ankles, calves, inner thighs and then....you know." She then said,"It felt slimy and cold." Ramona shivered as she turned sideways in her chair...saying,"I could move my right index finger enough to dig my fingernail into my hip...I felt the pain but couldn't scream...I couldn't wake up from the horrible nightmare."
Then Ramona turned and faced me...looking me in the eyes...saying,"I knew who it was when it whispered,"I still love you." She went on with anger in her voice,"It was that fucking rat face Billy Wezzleman...he haunted me halfway through high school...he had a snarly nose and creepy black eyes....my dad saw him running from our house one night....every pair of panties I had was missing...well...I fixed the little bastard...I told the whole school....the jocks nicknamed him...."Billy Bung Breath"
Ramona sat silent for a moment, hung her head and softly said,"They really got on him one day....he ran past me crying...he jumped in his dad's new pickup truck...speeding away....later that afternoon...we found out that he hit a school bus head on...he killed 17 kids and broke his neck...he didn't die until two years later...in a nursing home." She broke down and cried,"Fuck...I didn't want any of that to happen but it did...I know it was Billy...I fucking know it was!"
I gave her a moment as she stood up...flipped her long curly blond hair over her shoulders and wiped her eyes. She began to cry again saying,"I'm only twenty three years old...I have my whole life ahead of me.....but...Billy has fucked that up...he fucked it up bad!" I asked her to sit. She pulled the back of her short white dress, covered with printed red lips...tight on her bottom and sat down. One of the straps fell but she didn't bother to pull it back up as she said,"Where were we before the Billy shit?"
I said,"At the part where you were digging your fingernail into your hip." She hung her head and said,"I could feel his slimy thing inside me but when I looked at the TV...his figure was still there by the bed...I could feel him breathing on my neck and face....I could feel his eyes on my breasts as the covers slipped down along with my night gown.....a cold slimy tongue lapped at my nipples...I wanted to throw up...I wanted to die until I felt a flood of fire." I questioned,"A flood of fire?"
She squeezed her crossed legs tight as she moaned,"I thought his little cold dick was inside me but it must have been his finger." She squirmed a little and said,"Then...I felt the head of it...it was hot and fleshy...it was big...as it slid slowly in me...I could feel every pulsing vein...it sank inside me so deep, I felt it might go too far." I asked,"You were afraid but excited," She half smiled...bent her foot down and said softly,"When I felt that large, hot penis going in and out of me...the fear dissappeared....I wanted fucked like never before...I gritted my teeth and humped as hard as I could!"
She went on,"I pinched my nipples tight and screamed at it to fuck me harder....just before I came...every one of my toes popped...it felt like my whole body was realesed...like a bomb exploding." She twisted again on the chair and said,"It was like a raging hot water flood...my vagina actually flushed his penis out of me....he rammed it back in and blasted steaming hot semen deep inside me...I felt every squirt and trickle. I just had the greatest orgasm ever with a boy,thing, something I despised."
She went on,"I kept trying...straining my eyes to see him but I couldn't...I could only see it's reflection on the black television screen....I wanted Rafe to wake up....I was mentally screaming in pleasure and terror at the same time...Billy kept saying those damn words...over and over....I felt his slimy lips on mine and I must have passed out because that's all I remember until morning."
I reached and shut the tape recorder off. I closed my brown leather covered note book. I said,"Ramona....Before I came in here...I had just skimmed over the coroners' report on Rafe....he had numerous pairs of panties stuffed down his throat...he had a silver stiletto high heel driven into each ear and the words written with bright pink lipstick..."I still love you."...written on his chest."
She gave me a disappointed but understanding look and said,"I know...I know....I fucking found him that way...I love Rafe...I would never hurt him...that rat face Billy did it...I don't know how but he fucked me like the devil and murdered my husband!"
To make a long story short....I convinced the court that Ramona belonged in a medium security institution and could possibly be rehabilitated through extensive treatment. Three prominent psychiatrists backed me up by telling the courts that Ramona's actions were a result of a personalty disorder caused by extreme guilt and depression. I will never forget that day as the court turned her over to the Doctors. She gave me six little kisses on the side of my face and whispered,"I still love you."
My law partner looked at me strange and said." Lipstick....dot to dot....a heart?"
