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All other rights, specifically rights of commercial use, are reserved. ------------------------------------------------------- "Bad Girls" (Mf, Mff, teen) (1/1) by MichaelD38@aol.com ------------------------------------------------------ | People v. Scott McDaniels, # ICR 32539 | | | | PC: 261.5, 288a, 998 | | | | Initial Investigation File | | Content summary: | | 1. Interview transcript, Crosby, Kaitlyn; February 1,| | 1999 | ------------------------------------------------------ INTERVIEW OF KAITLYN CROSBY FEBRUARY 1, 1999 START TAPE Are we going now? Okay. What? Kaitlyn Crosby. K-A-I-T-L-Y-N C-R-O-S-B-Y. June 16th, 1984. I'm fifteen. Look, if you really want to hear this story, quit staring at my tits, okay? Yes, I saw you. Don't act like you weren't. You know what I've never understood? Why being fifteen is so illegal. I mean, if we were in India or some shit, I'd probably have three kids by now. What? Jeez, I'll get to that. Give me a fuck- ing chance. Oh, fuck you. I'll say "fuck" if I fucking want to. Anyway, this all started after me and my mom moved. We lived in this dump a few blocks from the mall in Reseda, and Mom got a better job, so she wanted to move to a different apartment. We only moved about four blocks, so it didn't matter much to me, except that my room was a little nicer. At this last place, there was this old bat who lived across the hall who my mom got to baby-sit me when she went out, so when we moved, I thought maybe I would get to watch myself for a change. See, my mom goes out drinking and partying all the time. Every fucking weekend, she goes out with her stupid friends, and instead of getting to do stuff with my friends, I had to sit home with this old bag who smelled like Lysol or something. I bet she drank the stuff, because half the time she came over, she was as wasted as my mom was when she got home. Yeah, that's what I said. My mom left me with a drunk. At least this bat would let me hang out in my room instead of bugging me. But about all I ever got to do was talk on the phone with my friend Becca, ex- cept once in a while Mom would let me sleep over with her. So, anyway, after we moved in, my mom must have gotten friendly with this guy, 'cause come Friday night, she goes, "Kaitlyn, honey, I'm going out, I asked the man across the hall to watch out for you." I go, "Who?" "His name is Scott. He's nice. He's a student at Cal. State Northridge, so you two should get along okay." Right, just like I said. My mom's the one who got us together. So blame her if you want to blame somebody. Now, when she leaves, I'm thinking, "she got some college guy to baby-sit me? This might be cool." But I sit around waiting and nothing happens. I start to wonder if he's really coming over or if she just asked him to look out the peephole in his door once in a while. After she's been gone about fifteen minutes, I decide to go over and see if this guy is even home. I think about maybe dressing up a little, but then think that I don't want to get all decked out if he turns out to be a turd or something. So I go across the hall and knock. The door opens, and I guess you can say I was a little disappointed. He wasn't that cute. He was about six feet I guess, which is a lot taller than me, but he was kinda skinny. Plus he had long hair, in a ponytail, and he looked a little old to be in college. But his eyes were pretty, kind of like this lapis bracelet I used to have until this bitch in my class stole it. At least I think she did. But the clasp had gotten loose, so maybe it just-- All right, I'm getting there. Just let me tell the story the way I want to. So anyway, he answers the door, I go, "Hi, I'm Kaitlyn. From across the hall." He goes, "Oh. Hi. How you doing?" "My mom asked you to watch me or something?" "Uh, yeah. She just asked if I'd check up on you later." Then he just stood there not saying anything, and I was standing in his doorway playing with my hair, so I went, "You go to CSUN?" "Yeah. I'm in grad school, though." "Oh. You looked kinda old for college." "Yeah." "So, um, can I come in?" What? I don't know, I was bored or something, jeez. I didn't just look at him and think, "I have to fuck him this instant." Give me a break. Anyway, he says, "Sure," and just walks back into his apartment. So I went in with him, and start looking around. His place smelled a little funny at first, which I figured out why later. But it was kind of a dump, a lot of pizza boxes and junk lying around. He had just an old sofa and a TV set in the living room and a card table by the kitchen to eat on. "So, what are you doing?" I go. "Studying." "On a Friday?" "Yeah. I've got a lot of stuff to do." "What are you studying?" "Medieval English Lit." "Oh. Is that like King Arthur and that stuff?" "Sort of." I looked around some more, and then he goes, "I'm going to go back to work. You can hang out here if you want." So I just shrug, and he goes back into his bed- room. I poked around the living room for a bit, which like I said was a mess, then went into the bedroom to see what he was doing. The bedroom wasn't much either, just a bed and a desk and a lot of books stacked all over the place. He had a computer on the desk, and I guess he was doing homework or something. I looked around his bedroom a second, and then I saw this thing in his bookcase that just made me go, "whoa." I mean, I'd never seen one before, but I knew what it was when I saw it, mainly 'cause there was this baggie of green stuff right next to it. I went, "Is this a bong?" He spun around in his chair, and jumped up like he was all embarrassed. "Uh, yeah." He grabbed it and the baggie and looked around like he was trying to hide it, but then realized it was probably too late. "Do you smoke pot?" "Yeah. Don't, um, tell your mom. I forgot it was sitting out. I don't get a lot of people over here." "I've never smoked pot before." This must have really surprised him, because his eyes kind of bugged out a little. "Uh, that's cool. Don't worry about it." "Can we?" "We better not." "I won't tell my mom, jeez." He started thinking for a minute, and I could tell he was sizing me up, you know, whether I was worth his attention. You can tell when a guy is doing that, you know, deciding whether he wants to fuck you. I wasn't really thinking about fucking him then, but I thought I'd help his decision process, so I stuck my tits out a little, and tossed my hair back. What kind of a fucking question is that? None of your fucking business, but yes it's natural. Per- vert. Okay, so anyway, I'm sitting there on his bed, and he's checking me out, then he finally goes, "You've never smoked before?" "I've smoked cigs." "This stuff is a lot stronger." "Cool. Let's try it." So he digs around his bookcase for a lighter, and we go back out to the living room. I watch him pull a bud out of the bag and start packing the bong. Then he shows me how to use it. "Don't inhale too hard. Just pull it in easy at first." So I give it a shot, and of course first thing I start coughing my guts out, 'cause Scott's shit really is pretty strong. I don't know. Mexico, I think. I never met the guy he bought it from. After a couple of tries I get a good hit and hold it in as long as I can. Then Scott takes the bong, and just inhales this entire load in one shot. Now I realize what I smelled when I first walked into the apartment, you know, that he must smoke a lot of pot. And I just start sniffing the air and looking around, and I start thinking I can actually see the smell in the air, and I must have been doing it for about five minutes because Scott starts laughing at me. "You getting a buzz?" Well, I hadn't thought I'd gotten anything until then, but I realized that I felt really weird. Good, but weird. Scott packs me another load, and this time I have a lot less trouble with it. So the two of us just sit around ripped for a while, talking about random shit. I don't even remem- ber what, 'cause I was pretty buzzed by that point. After a while, I start feeling hungry, and Scott goes into the kitchen and brings back a bag of Doritos, which we proceed to munch out on. After that, I guess I fell asleep on his couch, because the next thing I knew, my Mom is shaking me awake, and there's a blanket over me. I still felt stoned, but a lot less than I had before. "I'm back, honey. Let's go to bed." She was pretty drunk herself, and if she could tell we'd been smoking out, I couldn't tell. So I say good night to Scott and go back with her. That was the first night. No, he didn't do shit while I was passed out, at least nothing I could tell. All he did was put that blanket on me, which I thought was kind of sweet. Can we take a break? Like could I get a Diet Coke or something? Cool. BREAK Ready? So, anyway, the next day, I call Becca, and as soon as she picks up the phone, I go, "I smoked pot last night." She goes, "What? No way." "Way." "How?" "This guy across the hall from our apartment. My mom actually got him to baby-sit me, can you believe that shit?" "Is he cute? How old is he?" "He's okay. I guess he's like twenty-something. But he's pretty cool. His bong was sitting out, and I asked him about it." "And he just gave you some pot?" "Yeah. We smoked it together." Eventually Becca decides she wants to come over and meet Scott, and since my Mom is out shopping or something, I figure it's okay. It's not like she'd care or anything, I just didn't want her bugging us. So Becca comes over-- What? Armstrong. Rebecca Armstrong. Did you guys talk to her? Oh. Well, she's my age. I don't think she's as cute as me, but she's pretty. She's got brown hair, but she was thinking of bleaching it to be like mine. Her tits are bigger though, you should see her Mom, she's-- Jeez, would you lighten up? Just let me tell the story. Anyway, Becca comes over, and we go over to Scott's. He's wearing the same clothes he had on the day before. He did that a lot unless I bitched at him about it. Yeah, I even had to do his laundry sometimes. Otherwise it wouldn't have gotten done. But anyway, he lets us in, and I introduce Becca, but when I mention last night, he gets all upset. He goes, "Kaitlyn, you can't go talking about drug shit like that. I don't want every kid in your school banging on my door." "We won't tell anyone, I promise. I just told Becca. We're best friends." "Okay, but nobody else. The last thing I need is to get busted for giving pot to kids." "You won't. So can we do some more?" Now, I could see him thinking again, you know, wondering what he might get out of us for it, except I pretty much already had this sense that he was never going to try anything. I could tell the age thing was a problem for him. He would get nervous whenever we flirted with him. Which we did a lot that afternoon. I don't remember what else we did but get ripped with him, but Becca and I were joking and laughing at each other the whole time, and he just sat there on the couch watching us. Eventually, I lost track of time, because my Mom came knocking on the door again. I thought she was going to get mad or something, but she didn't really seem to give a shit. In fact, she kind of started flirting with Scott, too. Then she tells me she's going out--big surprise--and to stay out of trouble. So she disappears again and leaves the two of us with Scott. Finally, Becca has to go home, and I just hang out with Scott watching TV. Usually I hate watching TV on Saturdays because there isn't shit on that's any good, but I was so wrecked by then that everything seemed funny. So later on, we were watching Saturday Night Live, I think it was, and I was sitting with Scott on the couch, and I start feeling really horny. It was probably the pot, but whatever it was, I was getting turned on. So I'm looking at Scott wondering if I should do something, and I guess he saw me staring at him, because he gets all nervous. I reach out and start playing with his ponytail, and he starts squirming next to me. "Scott?" I go. "What?" I didn't answer him, because he turns his head toward me, and I just decided to kiss him. I could tell he was surprised, but he didn't exactly fight me either. So we were kissing now, and I move a little closer to him until he puts his arm around my neck. I don't know how far we would have gotten that night, but before we'd been kissing that long, I hear someone knocking on the door. Well, Scott just jumps up all embarrassed and goes, "shit, shit," and I start laughing at him. Of course it's my mom, and I was kind of pissed at her, but I was also tired by then, so I went back home with her without complaining too much. But I was still horny when I went to bed, so I had to get myself off thinking about Scott. Oh, I knew you'd write that down, jeez. Do you want to know how I did it? See, like this. Just my middle finger. You can write that down, too. Fucking perv. No, all we did was kiss that night. I'll get to that. Give me a chance. Okay, so I call Becca the next morning and tell her what happened, and of course she's all, "tell me everything" and all, so I talked to her a while about what we did. I went over to Scott's later that day, but he was out, so I just went over to Becca's. I didn't see Scott again until Monday after school. I hadn't thought much about whether I wanted to fuck him, but I decided that I did like him. Mainly I liked getting stoned, though, and if that meant fooling around with him, fine. Plus the way he acted when I flirted with him was funny. So when I got home that day, I thought I'd dress up a little for him. I took off my bra and just wore this spaghetti-strap top I had, plus a skirt that goes with it. I was feeling pretty daring by that point, so I took off my panties, too. I wasn't planning on letting him see me, but I thought it would be fun. Yeah, go on and drool. Don't think I can't see you there. Anyway, I go over to Scott's, and he's home this time. I see him checking out my tits when he opens the door, but he doesn't say anything. He knows the drill by now and gets out his bong. Once we do a load a piece, I'm starting to get really horny again, and I can't stop thinking about how I don't have any panties on. I know Scott can tell something is up, even as ripped as he is, because he keeps checking me out like he doesn't know what to do. Eventually I realize that if anything is going to happen, I'm going to have to do it, so I crawl down the couch until I'm right next to him. I sit on my feet and just stare at him, sticking my tits out a little. He's really nervous now, but he still doesn't say anything. So I just go, "I heard pot makes sex a lot better." I can tell he's thinking about it now, because he looks me over again, and then goes, "Uh . . ." I just laugh at him and say, "I've had sex." "You have?" "Sure . . . just not with guys." Oh yeah, that's what I said. I knew that would get your attention. Jesus Christ, what is it about guys and that shit? I swear, if I think about two guys getting it on, I want to barf. No, I'm not a fucking lesbian. I'm into guys, just Becca and I like to fool around sometimes. What? What the fuck does that have to do with anything, when did it start? I don't remember. We just started get- ting off together when we were about thirteen, and worked our way up from there. Jesus, you're writing this down, too. You're going to take this home and beat off to it tonight, aren't you? Don't look at me like that. I know all guys do it, even old guys like you. All right, all right. Scott got all worked up just like you guys did, and I started laughing at him. I go, "Does that turn you on?" and he goes, "with who? Becca?" I go, "Yeah." "Seriously?" "Yep." Now I can tell he's getting really turned on, but he still doesn't move. So I climb over and sit right in his lap, facing him, and then pull off my top. His eyes bug out, and I let him stare at my tits for a second or two before I kiss him. At this point, he stops trying to pretend he's not into this, and he starts playing with my tits. So, if it's possible, I get even more turned on, and about then I realized I was about to fuck him. Other than with Becca, I'd never gone this far with anyone, and I got a little nervous. But Scott's not paying attention anyway, and pretty soon he's sliding a hand up my skirt. When he figures out I don't have any panties on, he gets all shocked again, which makes me start laugh- ing. But he's pushed my skirt up enough that I might as well be naked, and that's enough to keep him going. So he picks me up and carries me into the bed- room, and when he puts me down, I get out of what little clothes I have left. He undresses, and that basically is when we fucked, the first time at least. Oh come on, you're shitting me. What does it matter what we did? Oh. Really? So, like if I blew you, then fucked you, you'd get busted twice? Huh. Okay, well, after we kissed for a while, he started sucking my tits, which I get off on, then he went down on me. He went really crazy on me like that, and I had to finally stop him when I thought he was going to kill me doing it. He's really good at that. Better than Becca, which I could never figure out. You'd think a girl would be better, since she's got the equipment, you know? Anyway, after he got me off about four times, I had to stop him to catch my breath. I think he expected me to blow him that first time, but I wasn't really in the mood. You kind of have to be in the mood to stick your face in someone else's crotch, right? Jesus, you guys get embarrassed so easily. I blew him a lot after that, though, if you care. So once I caught my breath, and he figured out I wasn't going down on him, he put on a rubber and got on top of me. I was still pretty ripped, plus having just come about four or five times, so I just lay there and let him do it. It didn't hurt that much, really. It might have hurt more if I hadn't been stoned, though. So, now we're fucking, right? Once I get used to it, I start thinking, this feels pretty good, and then I'm thinking, shit, this feels really good. Then a few minutes into it, I realize I'm going to come, which I really didn't expect, but as soon as I start coming, I guess Scott could tell, because he starts coming too, and then we're both thrashing around and moaning and everything. And that was that. My first fuck. Is that what you wanted to hear? Was that it? No. We fucked again about half an hour later, after we smoked another load. It does make a difference, you know? Being ripped when you come. But I guess you guys will never know, huh? Okay, well after that, it was getting late, so I went back across the hall so I'd be home when my mom got back, plus I wanted to call Becca. And of course the first thing I said was, "I just fucked Scott." She doesn't believe me at first, but eventually I convince her. So of course she wants all the gory details, which I'm happy to share. Then she wants to know if she can come over the next afternoon. I go, "Why, do you want to fuck Scott, too?" And she goes, "What if I do?" "Then fuck him. I don't care. He's not my boyfriend." Oh, you didn't know about that? Oops. Oh, well, too late. Does it make a difference? Huh. Well, yeah, he did fuck her, too. Do you want to hear about that? Yeah, it was the next day. Becca comes home from school with me, and we go straight to Scott's. He's home studying, he goes to class in the mornings, you know, so we all sit down in the living room and start getting toasted. I can tell that he doesn't know what to think about her being there, 'cause I knew he wanted to fuck me again, and he probably thought that would be tough with Becca around. So, since I know we don't have all that much time before our folks get back from work, once we're all ripped, I just go, "Do you want to fuck, Scott?" He gets all embarrassed and surprised like he does, but me and Becca just start laughing at him. I get up and start dragging him toward the bedroom, and Becca helps me, and by then, he's got this really stupid grin on his face, you know, like he just hit the lottery or something. Becca is out of her clothes in about two seconds, and Scott can't take his eyes off her tits, which I said before are pretty good. I don't believe it. You actually wrote that down. What does that say? "Becca = big tits"? Jesus. What does that have to do with anything? Can we take another break or do you want to hear more about Becca's tits? Because I have to piss, that's why. Okay, I'll be right-- BREAK --we ready? Is that thing on? Where were we? Oh, right. So Scott and Becca start getting it on, and he goes down on her like he did with me. What? I was just on the bed next to them. Yes, naked, what did you think I was going to do? Stay fully clothed while the two of them were fucking? Sheesh. So Becca is thrashing around like she does when she gets off, and once he's done with her, she immedi- ately slides down the bed and gobbles him up. I watched her sucking him for a minute or so before I decided I didn't want her to have all the fun, so we started taking turns on him. I don't think we really knew what we were doing that first time, because he kept stopping us and telling us what to do. God, you're unbelievable. I don't remember what he said. Something like use your tongue more, don't bite it, that kind of shit. Anyway, he pulls us off eventually and rolls Becca on her back. I decide I want to watch them, so I roll over so I could see just what he was doing. He puts on a rubber and slips into her. Becca goes, "Ow!" once, but doesn't stop him. And after that they just fucked for about five minutes. When Scott is done, I can tell Becca didn't get off with him, so I reach down and start playing with her. Becca starts giggling, especially when Scott notices and gets all bug-eyed. I thought that was really funny, so I go down on her just to watch his reaction. And he gets all excited, especially when Becca starts getting off. No, that wasn't all. Scott and I fucked once he got another boner, then Becca and I got it on again just because he got excited about it. But after that we had to go home. Then what? Well, Becca and I went over to Scott's just about every day after school, and we'd get high and usually fuck afterwards. I don't know how many times. Jesus, do you think I was counting? How long? I guess, a month maybe, or a little longer. You add it up, I suck at math. Yeah, that sounds about right. Like I said, we did it practically every day. Yeah, she did. I guess she told you about that. I still don't know how she got in. I guess the door didn't latch or something. But anyway, there I am in bed with Scott, you know, I was sitting there trying to suck him off, and I look up and there's Mom standing there watching me. I was so ripped that I just stared at her for a couple of seconds before remembering I still had Scott's dick in my mouth. For some reason, I thought it was really funny. But she starts scream- ing and Scott gets all embarrassed and upset, and Mom grabs me by the arm and drags me across the hall into our apartment. Yeah, I was still naked. I was stoned enough not to care. I just lay where she dropped me on the floor and couldn't stop laughing for like ten minutes, even after she called you guys. Love? I don't know. I think love is a lie. It's just a way for people to fuck with your head. But he was okay. A little goofy, but okay. Becca and I would talk about it at night, I told her once, "Guys are so stupid. Here Scott is giving us all this free pot and free food and shit, and all we have to do is lie on our backs for fifteen minutes." But Becca said, "He's probably thinking the same thing, you know, 'Girls are so stupid, I just get them stoned and they let me fuck them silly.'" So I can't quite figure it out, you know? Who was dumber. Even with all this, yeah. So he's in jail. My mom has gone postal, and Becca's folks think this whole thing is my fault. They're probably not going to let us be friends anymore, which really sucks. So is that it? Can I go now? At least shut that fucking thing-- END TAPE Intelligent comments and criticisms will receive appropriate responses. Flames and juvenile slobbering go straight to the recycling bin. Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com ______________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 8