The Death Of Sally Spencer Part one

Randy.

It has been a month since I was in Arizona. I have been on the bingo app talking to whores. I ask them to send me pictures of themselves. Some had blonde hair, black, red. But one sent me a picture she had brown hair, she tried to style it like my mother. She is trying to be my mother. Her name is Sally Spencer. Sally sent me a lot of pictures of her in slutty outfits. Sally thinks she can turn me on. She is a worthless gold-digging whore. She kept asking me about my job, what car I drive. I told her I drive an Audi R8 color gray. She kept asking when she comes to Staples could I take her for a ride. Going down to Minneapolis to see my brother. Hating the drive, people here do not know how to drive. I'm going 70 mph and people are still passing me. That is why there are 166 car accidents here each year. After arriving at his apartment, we went out to an Italian restaurant. Dave is married with two sons; he keeps telling me I need to settle down and get married. That is not for me. There was only one woman for me, and she is gone now. My phone dinged, taking my phone out of my pocket, and opened it. It is a message from Sally. It was just a naked picture of herself with the title "all for you big boy". I just turned my phone on silent and put it back in my pocket. Dave did not notice he was too busy stuffing his face. Sometimes seeing my brother eat makes me sick. Later we went to the mall, picked up a few things. The kid got candy from me. I will give it to them before I leave. I don't mind other people's children. It just hurts that the child that mother and I should have had never happened.

Driving back home is a lot better, less traffic. When I got home, I got ready for bed. Pulling out my phone.

Randy: Sorry baby I was with my brother couldn't message back.

After sending it, I just went to sleep. Having the best dream in the world. Mother and I got married and had the baby she always wanted. But then I woke up, trying to go back to sleep. I just couldn't. Getting up feeling pissed. Looked at my phone and seen Sally messaged me.

Sandy: It's ok lover I understand. Do you know when you will come to Iowa?

Randy: Not yet Babe.

I'm in no mood to deal with her right now. Work is such a nuisance. Why should I care if someone got the shit kicked out of them or someone damaged my property. I wonder how some of these people are still alive. The drug busts are the worst. Why should we care if the citizens are doing them in this town? Going to work and going to the evidence locker, opening it and taking some pot and putting it in to my bag. It's better when I'm high. I can tolerate these whores better. After three days, I went back to the bingo game. I did the bingo room that needed the gems. After doing the daily tasks of the game, Randy entered the side games and played lights out bingo. He does not understand why the whores are so easy to see. They always use emojis. They use them almost after every word. I ask how old everyone is and some are teens, but most are adults, in their 20s, 30s, 40s, and even in their 50s. They all act like children. After running out of dollars, I went out of that room and went into the slot rooms. Going into Pillar Heist, not typing yet to know who is in the room. I did not see Sally.

Chat

Randy: Good luck everyone.

Dark Misty: You too, Randy.

I clicked on her profile. She looks like a BDSM whore. Other people said hey or hi. I saw a guy, well I think it is a guy, come into the room. He keeps trying to get everyone to pay attention to him. Is everyone that comes into this room attention whores? I just sat back and read chat. It got very sexual quick. The guy, his profile said his name is Karl, kept saying something like he had crabs. Then a girl named Lacy told him to just shut up and that no one cares and that he was being very annoying. I must agree with her. I clicked on her profile and saw that she was using an avatar of a frog with blond hair.

People in chat were telling her to stop being a bitch. You had to guess what they said because the game censored the word. I noticed that this Lacy always goes after Karl. Sadly, I am with her, just wanting him to stop typing. Sally came in, she asked in chat if I came into the room. People told her I was, but didn't know if I was still there. Karl asked her why she was looking for me. She replied I am her boyfriend. Rolling my eyes, I'm not your boyfriend whore! My phone dinged. Pulled down the screen and saw that Sally asked if I was avoiding her, or did she do something wrong? I hate these clingy whores. I typed a brief message.

Randy: No babe, why would you think that?

Sally: I haven't heard from you in a few days.

Sally: Is there someone else?

Randy: No babe, you're the only woman in my life.

Randy: Bae, please understand that I work very long hours.

Sally: I understand. I just miss talking to you.

Randy: I know babe, I miss talking to you too.

Sally: Can you come back to Pillar Heist?

Rolling my eyes. I really do not want to talk in chat. I know why she wants this; she wants everyone to see that I talk to her.

Chat:

Randy: I'm back.

Sally: Hi, Love!

Lacy: No one cares.

Then there is more mindless talking. Karl is a real attention whore. He does not like that woman talk to me. He acts like a horny teen. I said goodbye to everyone and logged off. It was my day off, going on to Busters Bingo. Seeing that the same people that were on last night were still on. I swear some people do not have a life. Going into a different slot room called snowbird party. There are fewer people in this room. No one is chatting. I used my free spins in this room; it was ok. The gems in this room are not the best. They are trying to match the theme of the game with the gems, so the gems are the colors that you will find in Antarctica. After hopping from room to room, I logged off. Sally has been messaging me all day. Saying stupid shit, like she "loves" me. I bet you love all men, you whore! How can you love someone that you have never met? I think I need to put in a request for some time off and pay Sally a brief visit.