It had been a few days since Rikki had blocked me on AOL Messenger. This was after I figured out her fake check scam. I started getting messages from her on AOL Messenger but these messages were from other user names. Finally, I responded to one.
"You know that you don't want us to end like this," Rikki said.
"Should I block your other accounts?" I asked.
"You could never block me from all of my accounts. I have hundreds, Daddy," Rikki said.
We had a brief chat. Rikki didn't admit to what she had done with the fake check. She insisted it was real. Then she told me that she'd like to have make-up sex. I foolishly agreed. I agreed mostly because I had very few sex partners at this time. I agreed to see Rikki on Thursday night.
Thursday night came and I called Rikki to confirm. It was going to be the usual situation. I'd go through the gate and into her bedroom. I arrived at Rikki's place at ten. I walked up her driveway to the gate. The dogs were barking as usual but her brother didn't yell at them to be quiet. I figured that they were locked inside.
When I got to the gate I reached up and unlatched it. I pushed it open. Suddenly I heard the sound of something moving or opening. Then I heard the sound of something coming towards me. Then I heard a growl.
I jumped back through the gate and pulled it shut just in time. One of Rikki's dogs jumped up onto the other side of the wooden gate. If that dog had jumped on me I would have been in a world of hurt. Both of the dogs were right on the other side of the gate. They were barking at me and going absolutely crazy. I made sure that the gate was latched and wouldn't open once I let it go. All of a sudden the lights in the house next door turned on. My heart was racing. I turned back towards the street and started walking fast. I was only focused on getting back to my car. I unlocked it with the key fob, got in, and started it.
Thank God I have a Honda. What if I broke down here?
With all of this commotion, the neighbor was likely going to call the police. Especially if he saw me walking away quickly. Somehow I kept focused and pulled away slowly. Rikki lived one block away from a major street, Washington Blvd. So I took it towards the ocean for a few blocks. I found a grocery store parking lot and pulled in. First I made sure that I had everything. Wallet, cell phone, keys, and condoms. I wouldn't be needing the condoms tonight. I started shaking and sweating profusely.
Then I decided to call Rikki.
She didn't pick up so I left a message, "Hey, Rikki. It's me. I was just at your place and almost got attacked by your dogs. They weren't locked in the house like you said they would be. I don't think I can do this anymore. No need to call me back."
This wasn't the only time that God had saved me from getting seriously hurt. There were other times when I was messing around with attached women. I came very close another time to getting my ass kicked by an irate boyfriend. In that case, that woman had lied to me about being single.
I made it home in about 40 minutes. I called one of my friends and told him what had happened. He thought I was crazy for putting myself in that situation. What amazed me was that Rikki never called or sent me a message on AOL Messenger. I was super pissed off. I sent Rikki a message on AOL Messenger and let her know what happened. That was just in case she didn't get my message on her phone. I decided to go to bed and take it easy the next day.
I woke up late the next morning. It was Friday, my day off. I checked my phone and AOL Messenger. Still nothing from Rikki. Later in the afternoon I finally got a message on AOL Messenger from her. It was from another account of hers. That way she was able to use the excuse that she hadn't seen my message. It wasn't what I was expecting.
"Hey, Daddy. One thing I don't tolerate is assholes who flake out on me. Fuck you," Rikki said.
"Are you fucking serious? Did you get my message last night? I was at your house and almost got attacked by your dogs. Go ahead and check your cell phone. I'll wait," I replied.
"I don't check my cell phone, Daddy. You should have let me know that you weren't coming," she said.
"I called and left a message after your dogs almost bit me. I also left you a message on AOL Messenger. What the fuck else could I have possibly done? I didn't flake on you, I was there. Your dogs almost seriously hurt me," I replied.
"Whatever, Daddy. Goodbye," Rikki said.
"You're a crazy cunt. Don't ever contact me again," I said.
Then I blocked her. I remembered these crazy up-and-down swings with my ex-wife. Rikki must have had borderline personality disorder.
A few more days went by. I was getting more messages on AOL Messenger.
"Daddy, I need your help," Rikki said.
Finally, I decided to respond.
"What do you want?" I said.
"My younger friend wants to have a threesome. I don't have a guy to bring. Would you please do this for me?" Rikki said.
"Fuck no. I don't believe anything you say," I replied.
"Daddy, let me show your her pictures before you say no," she said.
Rikki then emailed me a whole bunch of pictures. They were of the same girl but these pictures looked professional. Then she sent me pictures of another girl. It was the same deal with these pictures. It was like they were out of an adult magazine.
I said, "You know these girls? Something seems weird with these pictures."
"Yes, Daddy. They're my friends," Rikki replied.
"Ok, I'll think about it," I replied.
Then I went offline on Rikki. There was no reason to be polite to her. Later that day, I called one of my friends who worked part-time in the porn industry. I wanted to see if he recognized either girl. He did, he knew both of their porn names. Rikki was lying to me again. I wrote their porn names down.
Later that evening, I got back on AOL Messenger and started a chat with Rikki.
"Hey, Rikki. I think I'd like to have a threesome with your friend," I said.
"Great, Daddy. I'll get that set up. In the meantime can you come over? I need my pussy licked," she said.
"I didn't know that you know porn stars. That's pretty impressive. Where did you meet those girls?" I asked.
"Oh, they're just my friends," she replied.
"Do you have any pictures of you with them?" I asked.
"No, Daddy. What are you getting at?" she said.
"I know this is another one of your fucking scams. You don't know either of those girls. This is just like your fake check scam," I said.
"Why are you always starting fights with me? No wonder your ex-wife left you," she said.
"I've told you several times before, I left her. You are just like her. You have borderline personality disorder. Just like she does," I said.
"Are you a fucking shrink or something? No, you're just a piece of shit asshole. Give me her number, I want to ask her some questions," Rikki said.
I stopped myself from replying. This crazy bitch was getting me into a circular argument. I had just busted her on her fake threesome friends. Now, she had turned this whole thing around and changed the subject. I'd been told before, never to argue with anyone with Borderline or Narcissistic Personality Disorder. They'll turn it around on you and wear you down. Pretty soon you won't even remember what you were arguing about in the first place.