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Patriotic Shiner

Covid – the 4th of July! Wasn’t that a fun day? If you answered yes to that question, then I hate you!

I spent my day stuck in my apartment alone. Nowhere to go, no fireworks, nothing but a fridge full of booze.

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Well okay, my kids were around and we were allotted “90 minutes” of quarantined pool time from our apartment complex, but that went by way too fast.

After returning from our fun in the sun, I decided to fill up a tiny baby pool on our outside balcony, that had been gifted to me by one of my amazing neighbors from Nextdoor.

My daughter, Tallulah, and I blasted some Taylor Swift, while I used the opportunity to teach her how to shave her legs. She had been asking me to for a while and trust me, she was looking like a wildebeest!

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After about 30 minutes of kiddie-pool time, and upon mastering her new skill, my preteen grew bored of my antics and went inside to hang with her friends online.

I stayed inside the pool-o-fuzz and finished off a twelver of Truly before deciding to do the same thing. I set up my video cam and proceeded to do one of the things I do best!

Drunk video chat my unsuspecting friends! Wahoo!

Aww, come on! You all should be a little suspect by now.

Luckily it didn’t take long for me to find someone who was also drunk and actually liked me.

Hey! They exist!

Bert was thrilled to have me on the phone. He’s been in love with me since I was 16 years old. As a matter of fact, he was the first prisoner I’d ever written. He’s been out of the big house several years now, but he never forgot the stream of letters I used to send him.

“I wouldn’t have made it through prison if it weren’t for you, Asterisk. Those letters meant so much to me.”

“Aww? Really?” I asked. I was a bit surprised after the way The Prince had treated me. It felt good knowing that I at least had made a positive impact on someone’s life.

“You are a gem. My little angel. I should have snatched you up all those years ago! You’re still such a hottie.”

Okay, maybe now Bert was taking it a bit too far, but still, I soaked up all the positive attention I could. The Prince had been gone about four months by that point, but I was still thinking of him everyday.

You guys should know by now, I’m a hopeless romantic.

Mail Cell

“Get the mail please,” I urged my son.

“But I’m in the middle of a game!”

“It’s your chore! It’s on the list, and if you don’t do it, I’m taking your phone!”

“Fine!”

I watched as Franklin slammed his cell onto the sofa, picked up the keys and stormed towards the front door.

“Put on some shoes!” I added.

“Grrr!”

A few moments later he was back with a stack of letters. He threw them at me and they scattered around my lap.

I was currently in the middle of reading a crazy comment thread from one of my stupid Facebook posts. Some douche bag I didn’t know was on there calling me a “thot” after I refused to send him “tit pics,” and several friends had come to my rescue before I even had a chance to defend myself.

Half paying attention, I began opening the mail. The first envelope was a letter from the ASPCA asking for another donation. I like them and all, but seriously, if you donate one time they’ll never stop hastling you for more. Annoyed, I tossed it to the other side of the sofa.

I went back to my comment thread as I reached for another letter. I didn’t pay much attention to the envelope, so when I glanced to the piece of paper it contained and started reading it, I grew alarmed.

“Your account is being closed for non-payment. Please pay $1903.36 by July 29th or your account will be terminated.”

“What the fuck?” I said out loud, as I dropped my phone and began inspecting the letter more throughly. Even with all this Covid bullshit going on, I’ve never missed a credit card payment.

That’s when I realized it. It wasn’t my mail after all. It was for The Prince.

The irony made me laugh (I’ll tell you why at the end)! Then seeing his name made my heart ache. It had already been 5 months since he moved out of my apartment. I thought about texting him a picture of the letter. But I knew it wouldn’t be worth making contact with him for it.

My mind started trailing back to last December. The Prince had been in jail for three months and he still had almost three more to go.

Although I was broke as a joke, working several jobs and raising kids on my own, I still accepted his daily phone calls. As embarrassing as it is to say this, it was the only thing I had in my life to look forward to. I could barely pay my bills, but still I spent over $100 a week talking to him. At that rate, I would have been better off with a drug habit!

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That night in December, I had rushed home from work, made my son a quick dinner and hopped in the shower. I still had about 10 minutes until my love’s regular call time. After just wetting my hair and lathering it with shampoo, the phone began to ring.

GOD DAMN IT!

“Franklin! Franklin!” I screamed from inside the bathroom. “Can you answer that! I have shampoo in my hair, it’s The Prince!”

My child came to my aid and answered the phone. “This is a collect call from an inmate at the Theo Lacy Detention Center,” it began, the automated system then offered a series of numeric selections.

“I don’t know what to push!” Franklin frantically shouted.

“Just push ‘1’.”

“What?”

“Push the number ‘1’!”

“I don’t know how!” he said.

“Goodbye!” The system spoke as it rejected the call.

“Shit!”

“I’m sorry, mom.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. You did a good job.” I lied as best I could. “He’ll call back.”

I rushed out of the shower and before I could even get my pajamas on, the phone rang again.

As it did anytime I was about to speak to The Prince, a huge adrenaline rush pulsated through my body. I don’t know what it was with this guy, but his presence (and even the thought of his voice) was magnetic and made my heart flutter.

I put the phone on speaker mode as I slid into my PJs and hit the correct numbers on the automated system. Then I ran into my bedroom, closed the door, and plopped onto my bed.

“Hey Babe!” he greeted me with forced enthusiasm.

“Hey sexy! How are you?”

“Why do you ask that?” his tone quickly changed.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized.

“What do you think I will say?”

“I know, it was dumb. I wasn’t thinking. Just a habit.”

“You think it’s nice in here? Like summer camp? Yeah babe! I’m having a great time! It’s wonderful! The food is amazing!”

“Did you eat today?” I asked, concerned.

“No. I did not eat. They still did not put money in my commissary. The food in here is so bad. No commissary, then I do not eat.”

“I put $80 in there two days ago,” I reminded him.

“You put it on Thursday. I told you to put it on Wednesday or I would not get it in time. It takes three days to be applied to my account, so now I will not eat.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that, and I had to wait until I was paid.”

“You ha… … fg… hhyi… shhh… phhh,” he was mumbling something in his thick accent I couldn’t make out.

“What? I can’t understand you.”

“Nothing! Never mind. Forget it.”

“No… I just didn’t hear what you said.”

“I told you three times, the money has to be placed on the books by Wednesday before midnight!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember you saying that, I was working late Wednesday and I was waiting to be paid.”

“You don’t remember?” he asked.

There were several seconds of silence between us.

“Hello?” he continued. “I asked you a question. Did you not hear me?”

“I heard you,” I responded.

“You did not answer. What did I say?”

“I don’t remember you telling me that it had to be on Wednesday,” I admitted.

“You know what? That’s bullshit! You are a liar. You are a liar and I shouldn’t trust you! I told you many times it had to be on Wednesday. You told me you understood! Why would you lie to me?”

“Honestly, I didn’t know, you know my memory is shit.”

The Prince began laughing. “You’re funny! You play games with me.”

I went silent again.

“If someone is in jail, and they have nothing to eat… I’m starrrrrving! But you don’t remember? Nah, you don’t care. You know I needed money by Wednesday, so you put it on Thursday. Then you ask me if I ate?”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.

“I don’t know why I waste my time to call you. Why you say you want to help me, but you don’t listen. You pretend that you have a bad memory. You come to the jail to see me when I don’t want you here. You write me soooo many letters, you ask me to call you. You say you are worried about me, you want to help. Then what do you do? You play games. ‘Oh Prince, oh… I care about you so much. Please call me and tell me you are alright.’ Pffft… a joke. You are a liar!”

“I didn’t realize. I will remember for now on.” I said.

“No! Now it’s too late. I have no food. I have nothing. You know what? I will not talk to you anymore today.”

“Okay.”

“I think I will not talk to you again at all.”

“Okay.”

“I will not be calling you anymore! No more! Don’t send letters! Do not come to visit, I will refuse to see you. If you come here I will not see you. Do you hear what I said? Never!”

“Okay.”

I could hear him chuckle as he hung up the phone.

I put down my own, took a deep breath and let out a sigh. I was filled with mixed emotions. I honestly didn’t realize there had been a cap on when the money needed to be deposited, but I also didn’t have it to put at time anyway.

I was overwhelmed with disappointment after having been anticipating the call all day, I had hoped it would have gone better. I knew the way he was treating me wasn’t right, but at the same time I felt so much empathy for his suffering. I cared about him so much, that it literally felt like I was in the jail with him. It was as if we were both serving the sentence. Since he had been gone, my world was left sterile and grey.

I let out a few tears, then slid out of bed to blow dry my hair. Once I finished, I took a melatonin and crawled under my covers. I was feeling guilty for having a bed knowing he’d be sleeping on a cot. Just as I was falling asleep, the phone rang once more.

After sitting through the five minute automated system for the third time that night, we were connected.

“Hello.” he said, sounding like a marine sergeant.

“Hi.”

“Listen, uh, I just wanted to say I’ve had a bad night.”

“I know.” I responded.

“Please Asterisk, let me talk without interrupting.”

I remained silent.

“There are a lot of things happening here that I can’t tell you because this phone call is being recorded. I wanted to have a good talk with you. I’ve had a bad day. I will call you tomorrow please, if that is okay with you.”

Suddenly I could hear a loud speaker booming in the background.

“I have to hang up now, it is time for count.” he said.

“Okay.”

“Have a good night. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

My face lit up like a kid getting a puppy for Christmas. “Stay safe.”

“Bye.”

“Bye,” I whispered.

After the call ended, I checked the date on my phone. Then I looked to my night stand. I picked up the piece of paper I had with all of The Prince’s personal information written on it.

“Chase Bank.” I dialed the 1-800 number I had written down next to it, and once again I made The Prince’s monthly payment to his credit card account.

That’s right! The entire time he was in jail, I made sure to keep his credit card accounts in good standing. Get the irony now?

I don’t think it’s funny either. Okay, maybe just a little!

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Beware of These Con Men Abusing Elderly women

This man, William Zepeda met my 87 year old grandmother who was twice widowed in a grief class.

My grandmother, being a kind and empathetic woman, was quickly love bombed by William. Instantly he acted like he was her soul mate and began spending everyday in her home.

After two weeks, he had manipulated her into allowing him to move into her house claiming he needed her to help him after a fall. Once he had moved in, he began isolating her from her family.

William used scare tactics against my grandmother, convincing her that her family was going to put her into a rest home to die, and take her two homes and money away from her.

One afternoon, he dragged my grandmother to the bank and had her open a joint checking account with his name on it. He had her place all of her money in the account under his name, claiming that, “together they would use the money to renovate her house.” The account contained hundreds of thousands of dollars. William also urged my grandmother to place her gold in a lock box under his name as well.

My grandmother was being coerced and becoming increasingly concerned. So when William aka Bill made an appointment with an attorney to switch the titles of both her houses to his name, my grandmother canceled the appointment. This set Bill into a rage and he made another attorney appointment without her consent.

On more than one occasion, Bill violently snatched my grandmother’s cell phone from her hands and sent horrible text messages to me and other members of our family.

His words were cruel and insulting, as he pretended to be my grandmother. He did this as a way to further isolate her from family. Luckily, we could tell that it was not in fact my grandmother’s writing.

Bill canceled plans with us that we had made with my grandmother. One family member sent social services over for help. After my grandmother received the phone call from a social worker, Bill told her that if they were to come out for a welfare check, she would be dreamed unfit to live alone, and would be forced into assisted living care and that her family would never visit her.

Bill was a controlling con man who did nothing but destroy my grandmother’s house, partially by urinating on her furniture and carpeting. He even wore adult diapers and refused to change them when soiled. He made regular messes in my grandmother’s kitchen, bathroom and destroyed her carpeting. All this done as a guise to “be helping her.” Due to the stress of Bill’s constant controlling and manipulative behavior, my grandmother’s health began to deteriorate.

It had come out that Bill had possibly dated a string of other elderly woman previous to his relationship with my grandmother, and quite possibly stole from them as well with the help of his son, Mason.

After several months of emotional and financial abuse, my family called on a neighbor for a welfare check. The neighbor stepped in and went to check on my grandmother. When my grandmother confessed to her what had been happening, she took my grandma to the bank to remove her money, but not after finding out Bill had stolen 5 gold Krugerrands and his son Mason had had them appraised.

Bill spent four months living off of my grandmother. Within that time he gave her an ultimatum, he told her that she had to make a choice, “You can either have your family or you can have me. Not both.”

Bill and Mason coerced my grandmother into signing over the title of one of her vehicles to Mason, which she was never offered payment for.

After the confirmation call from the neighbor, and after family members met with several elderly abuse attorneys, they paid a visit to my grandmother’s home to confront Bill. He called the police on them. Luckily, in this case, the police sided with my grandmother and Bill did in fact move out.

My grandmother is now an emotional wreck. She was conned out of money and many other belongings by this man and his son. Though she was fortunate enough to keep her houses and the majority of her finances.

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His name is William (Bill) Zepeda. He currently lives in Cypress California, but also has lived in other California city’s such as Corona. His son is named Mason Zepeda and works as a barber in Cypress.

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Space Bubbles

So tonight I want to tell you about the first time The Prince and I had sex.



We had known each other about six months, and had been hanging out every weekend for the previous few.

We met in a class for convicted drunk drivers and after a few months of attending together, I finally gave him my number.

No, it’s not what you think. I didn’t see him as some hot guy I just “had to have”. It was nothing like that actually.

At first glance, I didn’t find him to be attractive in the least bit. I spent the majority of the boring two hour long classes staring at his balding head. This is because he would show up drunk and be half asleep through it with his head in his hands. He usually happened to be sitting directly across from me. The sweet Prince was beer swollen and had the thighs of a 40 year old, retired football player. Because of these things, I had assumed he was close to my age. So when I found out he was still in his 20’s, it was a bit of a shock.

Now, I can’t sit here and knock his looks without being honest. I was 50 lbs over my own healthy weight, and my face was so swollen, you could barely see me eyes. I regularly wore sarongs over all my clothes to try to cover up my bulging stomach and protruding saddle bags.

So why did I give him my number you ask? Well, that story will be in the upcoming book, “Bread” along with the tale of my old psycho roommate. You can catch the viral news clip here if you haven’t already seen it.

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When The Prince and I first started talking, he already had a long term girlfriend, so our relationship was strictly platonic. Somewhere into our third hangout, he told me they had split up. Though looking back, I’m pretty certain he was lying.

As it turned out, The Prince was crushing on me all along. Why, he even bought my last book (I keep telling you guys, that’s the key to my heart)!

Anyway, The Prince was a multiple offender and had managed to land himself three DUIs. This meant in order for him to avoid jail time, he had to agree to regular alcohol screenings and surprise visits from his probation officer. Yippee!

Due to boredom from not being able to consume his beverage of choice, he spent a lot of his time working out.

After seeing myself on TV, I had a wake up call of my own (because the DUI obviously didn’t do it!) and stopped drinking myself. I also had resumed my nightly runs.

Soon the two of us had lost a lot of weight. We spent the weekends on my outside patio drinking cases of Perrier sparkling water and chain smoking cigarettes.

I have to admit it was probably the most boring month ever. We were both shy without liquid courage and The Prince, not having English as his first language, made our conversations a bit challenging.

Still we continued to hang out and text nightly, curing each other’s boredom. Well, at least somewhat.

Then one night everything changed. I was lying on my bed, consumed within a benign block breaking game on my phone when the text came in.

It was a photo of The Prince in his bath tub drinking a bottle of Perrier. The caption read, “Thinking of you.”

No! It wasn’t THAT kind of photo. Shame on you! I couldn’t see his junk. But it did show his broad shoulders and newly toned chest in all their magnificent glory. He was hot!

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My pulse began racing and my panties were moist. Suddenly, my perception of him dramatically changed. The flirting began:

“You look hot in that pic!” I replied.

“Oh really?”

“I’m thinking dirty things.” I admitted.

“Like what?” he asked.

“I’m not telling! Now I’m blushing!”

“Good!”

In return I sent him a sexy photo of my own.

I touched myself that night, thinking about him.

The flirting continued until the following weekend. I picked him up that night wearing a low cut dress with a slit up the side of my leg.

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He didn’t want me to pick him up, but I had insisted, worried he’d get caught driving on his suspended license.

Once back to my place, we took a seat on either end of my sofa. I humored him by watching that stupid Motley Crue movie. We sat in silence through most of it and the sex scenes were a bit awkward. I laughed when he laughed and feigned the best interest in it I could. But really I was just wishing he’d make a move!

Finally, after an exhausting ninety minutes, I had managed to scoot myself onto the cushion next to his.

He looked at me with fire in his eyes, licked his lips and then awkwardly placed his arm around my shoulder.

He turned to face me, showed me a smile that insinuated he might eat me alive and then he spoke.

“Eh, we should…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, instead he leaned in and kissed me.

I want to tell you that there were fireworks, that I sat there sopping wet, with my pussy throbbing and my nipples bulging but that would be a lie.

There was something about him that absolutely terrified me. He was the lion and I was his prey.

Still, as he stood up grabbing my hand, I followed him into my bedroom.

Now, I didn’t have a bed yet. After spending two years sleeping on a sofa, I had only recently moved into my two bedroom apartment. So all I had was a full size pillow top, clumsily stacked upon a smaller twin size mattress.

The Prince laid me down along my make shift bed. Once on my back, he placed his weight on top of my own, and his tongue in my mouth. Then in the same second, the mattress top gave way and we rolled right off. The Prince tried to rescue me, but it happened too fast, and we landed intertwined on my floor together, looking like an unsalted pretzel.

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I would like to tell you that this little accident ruined my mood, but I still wasn’t really feeling anything. In fact, I was terrified stiff. I felt like I was a small animal in the middle of a road, watching a truck’s impending headlights yet unable to run across it.

But that wasn’t going to stop me from trying. That’s right! It had been a long time since this bitch had any action and I wasn’t about to blow my only chance!

After a bout of laughter, my lion man pulled me back onto the bed with a roar, and slipped off my dress. My panties followed. I sheepishly watched him remove his own clothes, but I didn’t look down to see what he was packing. I just remember thinking to myself, “Dear God, please let it be big!”

I waited for my surprise as he forced the entirety of his erection inside of me for the first time. Before I knew it, I felt like I was being split in half.

He may have been a lion, but The Prince was hung like a farm animal.

I’m serious! Have you ever gone to one of those Tijuana donkey shows? It probably felt something like that!Except the prince smelled better, a lot better.

The Prince obviously had not been schooled about foreplay. I’m guessing, that where he’s from, it’s probably unlikely the women are allowed to discuss their needs in bed.

Anyway…

He pounded me for an hour, with the force of a rocket ship pummeling into deep space.

I tried my best to orgasm, but with the lack of stimulation anywhere but my vagina, and the nervousness I had of him already, I just couldn’t reach the cosmos.

When it was all over, we went back onto my patio and chain smoked. The conversation remained awkward.

Though the night had not been what I was hoping, I was more than willing to give it another go and the weeks that followed we did just that.

Despite the shortcoming in the beginning of our relationship, sex with The Prince ended up being some of the best I’ve ever had. Trust me, mind blowing!

But alas my friends, I’m saving that for another story!

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