I used to work with a woman named Amanda. God how I loved her! She was six feet tall, long blond hair, and about 230 pounds of woman. My best friend and co-worker Kevin always said she was "at best a 4 on a good day." I didn't think so. I thought she was wonderful.
We worked together, ate lunch together, and had a lot of laughs together, but it was all on the job. Every time I thought it was the right time to ask her out, my gut instinct would tell me, "No. You're making a mistake." Then I'd go home at the end of the day and hate myself for being a coward.
Then one day I accidentally walked up and overheard a conversation she was having with a female co-worker. Amanda said she had gone on a date with Jimmy-from-the-mailroom on a Saturday night. They went out for drinks and ended up in a motel room. He took his clothes off and she laughed at him. She told him, "You might as well put those pants right back on. Your little thing is not big enough to satisfy me." Two days later, Jimmy called in to the office and quit without notice. Amanda and her friend thought that was hilarious.
Eventually, my name came up. The female co-worker asked Amanda, "What about him?"
Amanda laughed and said she wouldn't go out with me "if he was the last man on earth."
Ouch. I figured it was a good time to walk away before someone caught me eavesdropping. It affected how I got along with Amanda. I stopped looking for her or trying to spend time with her on the job. Not gonna lie, it hurt a lot.
Not long after that, a business trip to Los Angeles came up. I didn't want to go, but the department head wanted me to. Amanda volunteered and I helped talk management into letting her take my place. She asked me to take her to the airport and then pick her up a week later when she returned. I said I would.
On Sunday on the way to the airport, Amanda gave me a key to her house and asked me to look in on the place while she was gone and to feed her fish.
"But please don't go upstairs. I'd be embarrassed to death for you to see what a mess it is!"
On Tuesday, I went to her house and it smelled bad. The garbage can in the kitchen was overflowing and there were two full bags on the floor next to it. It looked like every dish and pot and pan in the house was dirty.
I took out the trash and washed two big loads of dishes. I scrubbed all her dirty pots and pans. Her downstairs bathroom was worse than a bus station lavatory, so I cleaned it up, too.
I straightened up the living room and found a homemade DVD. I popped it in the DVD player and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Amanda and two well-hung guys and someone with a handheld camera was getting it all on video. She went down on both of them, then they took turns screwing her. In the background you could hear the camera guy yelling, "Fuck the hell out of her! Rail that bitch!" Then she got down on her knees and they nutted all over her face and hair.
I couldn't believe what I'd seen. It really upset me a lot.
On Thursday, I went back to the house and my curiosity overwhelmed me. I couldn't help myself. I went upstairs to have a look.
At the top of the stairs on the far right was the guest bedroom. It was used for storage and was loaded with cardboard boxes. To the left of it was the laundry room. It had a huge pile of dirty clothes including a pair of shitty underwear on the very top of the pile.
To the left of the laundry room was a guest bathroom that was clean and looked like it had never been used. Left of that was the master bedroom.
Unlike the rest of the house that had dark purple carpeting, the master bedroom had brown deep shag carpet. The bed hadn't been made and there was a pair of underwear on the bed.
