Darrell Lloyd Mackenzie
This series isn't about me but rather her. It's been one way to tie up some loose ends in my past. At the time, I didn't even know her that well. More of a friend of a friend sort of thing.
We tried to warn him she was trouble — something in her eyes rubbed us wrong — but he hadn't been with anyone for ages. So what if she was gonzo? She was stacked like you wouldn't believe. Quite simply, he was open, even open for a hit. Besides, she knew how to make music. The kind of jazz he enjoyed.
She came into his life like a tornado in the depth of winter, and for maybe one month they were exclusive. She was squirrelly but va-va-voom. Got it?
And then things turned weird, really weird. Her former boyfriend, if you can call him that, swept her up for a weekend visit. After that, well, she was living two lives, one quite secretive, and gone most weekends.
At the end of the semester, she disappeared, to everyone's relief.
He wound up filing her as one of those whatever-happened-to question marks in his past, a lover on his casualty list, a near-miss on the heartbreak lane.
More recently, some materials fell into my hands — I won't say what or how — but they were shocking revelations of what she had been up to and how her life had turned in another direction.
Quite simply, they were eye-opening, so here they are. Maybe you've seen her porn videos or met her at a party. Make of them what you will.
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