"DeBoard met the victim, who is under 16 years old, through acquaintances and had inappropriate contact with her over the summer," Detective Matt Kiebles said.

My buddy tells me that, at Rebecca's wedding shower, his wife gives her two books on enhancing oral sex. She holds them up and laughs and says, well, I don’t need this one anymore, and throws the penis book on the floor. When she leaves she keeps a close eye on the vibrator, and the candy nipple pasties.


When I see her in her wedding dress I consider leaping into the creek and running off through the thick hayseed.

We’re married and we do the normal things.

We drink too much and smoke too much pot and I no longer romance her and she’s no longer interested. She fucks like she is doing me a favor. It isn’t a very good favor.  We talk about nothing but our days at work = we become soundboards for daily aggressions.

She tells me about the computer repair man at work who flirts with her.

She never wears her ring because it got crystallized in candle wax and she never cleaned it, and she doesn’t tell the computer repair man she is married.

I begin writing stories about kidnappings and murders.

One story follows a man through his morning routine, where he prepares for work, showers, eats breakfast, takes the long drive in. He sits down at his desk and his secretary brings him a cup of coffee and then leaves. He locks the door behind her. Then he walks to his closet taking off his coat and tossing it on his swivel chair.

He opens the door revealing a teenage girl bound with electrical tape around her ankles and wrists. There is a handkerchief stuffed into her mouth and tape over her mouth and eyes. She is covered in sweat and bruises and as the flash of air from the opening door cuts at her unwashed flesh she shakes, and nervous tufts of air burst fitfully from her nostrils.