“Ебать,” she thought. She had put up with his bullshit for almost four years, and now they were denying her citizenship. She had been very careful to choose an old rich one. Working as a cocktail hostess in the airport bar was the perfect place to scout potential victims.
She was tired of her minimum wage existence in the frozen north and wanted better. Many girls in her home country took classes on how to trap a rich husband, but she was too lazy and didn’t care about learning to cook or clean.
When she met him that night, she decided he was perfect. She repeatedly leaned over in her low-cut blouse and massaged his shoulder. He owned a private plane and a Maserati and wasn’t bad looking. He was 44 years older, but that didn’t bother her a bit. It meant less time for her to put up with him in the long run.
When he gave her his business card, she sent a romantic poem stolen from a book. They texted and spoke on the phone multiple times a day. He whined about his long-term wife, who didn’t appreciate him. She sent him photos of herself in suggestive poses.
He flew up to see her once a month, claiming business trips to his wife. She fancied herself a sophisticate, and they would tour art museums and listen to Leonard Cohen. They ate at small bistros and made love in his hotel room. She massaged his inflated ego.
When the wife found out, they divorced. One month later, she stood with him before a justice of the peace in Las Vegas wearing a designer dress leased off the internet. Her long legs and flat chest flattered the look, even though the venue was shabby.
They decided on a McMansion with a pool. Her taste was determined by what she read in the New Yorker, and she had him paint the kitchen pink. She would sleep until noon each day, even though he was up with the sun. When he returned from work and drank a few scotches, she knew she would only have to deal with him for a few hours. They had no friends because what woman wants to hang around with a 70-year-old man and his 26-year-old wife? She didn’t care because she got to buy designer clothes and drive a BMW.
The problem was when he was home too much, like the holiday weekend when they started drinking early. He wouldn’t shut up, so she threw a wine glass at him and scratched his arms. He kicked her, and she pulled his hair. The neighbor next door heard them yelling and called the cops. They made him leave and spend the night in a motel.
This became a pattern, and the police made several visits to their large home. One day, when he tried to wake her at 11 am for a “bit of the other,” she still had a hangover. He liked morning sex, and she preferred morning sleep. There was more scratching and kicking, but she was younger and more robust. The police arrested her and took her to the county jail. They made her sleep in a cell with other women and didn’t even give her a pillow.
Her name was posted on Bustednewspaper.com, and her husband’s ex and his kids found out.
Name OLGA MOROZOV JENNINGS
DOB 1992-03-28
AGE 30 years old
RACE W
SEX Female
BOOKED 2022-06-02
CHARGE DESCRIPTION Domestic Violence III Harassment
She didn’t care. She just needed to get her citizenship so that she could divorce him along with a chunk of his money. But when the paperwork arrived, her green card was denied. Who knew immigration services ran a criminal background check? Who knew you had to meet the good moral character requirement? Who knew what she did was considered aggravated felony and elder abuse? Who knew Karma would come back and bite her in the ass?
And all she could think was, “Ебать, just Ебать.”
— opelikakat
She was tired of her minimum wage existence in the frozen north and wanted better. Many girls in her home country took classes on how to trap a rich husband, but she was too lazy and didn’t care about learning to cook or clean.
When she met him that night, she decided he was perfect. She repeatedly leaned over in her low-cut blouse and massaged his shoulder. He owned a private plane and a Maserati and wasn’t bad looking. He was 44 years older, but that didn’t bother her a bit. It meant less time for her to put up with him in the long run.
When he gave her his business card, she sent a romantic poem stolen from a book. They texted and spoke on the phone multiple times a day. He whined about his long-term wife, who didn’t appreciate him. She sent him photos of herself in suggestive poses.
He flew up to see her once a month, claiming business trips to his wife. She fancied herself a sophisticate, and they would tour art museums and listen to Leonard Cohen. They ate at small bistros and made love in his hotel room. She massaged his inflated ego.
When the wife found out, they divorced. One month later, she stood with him before a justice of the peace in Las Vegas wearing a designer dress leased off the internet. Her long legs and flat chest flattered the look, even though the venue was shabby.
They decided on a McMansion with a pool. Her taste was determined by what she read in the New Yorker, and she had him paint the kitchen pink. She would sleep until noon each day, even though he was up with the sun. When he returned from work and drank a few scotches, she knew she would only have to deal with him for a few hours. They had no friends because what woman wants to hang around with a 70-year-old man and his 26-year-old wife? She didn’t care because she got to buy designer clothes and drive a BMW.
The problem was when he was home too much, like the holiday weekend when they started drinking early. He wouldn’t shut up, so she threw a wine glass at him and scratched his arms. He kicked her, and she pulled his hair. The neighbor next door heard them yelling and called the cops. They made him leave and spend the night in a motel.
This became a pattern, and the police made several visits to their large home. One day, when he tried to wake her at 11 am for a “bit of the other,” she still had a hangover. He liked morning sex, and she preferred morning sleep. There was more scratching and kicking, but she was younger and more robust. The police arrested her and took her to the county jail. They made her sleep in a cell with other women and didn’t even give her a pillow.
Her name was posted on Bustednewspaper.com, and her husband’s ex and his kids found out.
Name OLGA MOROZOV JENNINGS
DOB 1992-03-28
AGE 30 years old
RACE W
SEX Female
BOOKED 2022-06-02
CHARGE DESCRIPTION Domestic Violence III Harassment
She didn’t care. She just needed to get her citizenship so that she could divorce him along with a chunk of his money. But when the paperwork arrived, her green card was denied. Who knew immigration services ran a criminal background check? Who knew you had to meet the good moral character requirement? Who knew what she did was considered aggravated felony and elder abuse? Who knew Karma would come back and bite her in the ass?
And all she could think was, “Ебать, just Ебать.”
— opelikakat
Thanks for making me look up Ебать. Such clear doomed characters you gave us. The interenet publication of every crime is a sentence in itself. Compelling read. Thanks
ReplyDelete(Well, Daniel, you could have saved me the trouble by sharing what you found! HAHA.) I feel that 70 is not very old. But of course I WOULD. I do not understand people like Olga, even though her story is clearly told here. To be OK with not having any friends? I think I enjoyed the police info part the best! A surprise addition to the story, kind of like a poem. ---Macoff
ReplyDelete