after reading kitty kelley's book, it inspired me to tell all about my
intimate relationship with jean guernon. i am a call girl.
he was into a master-slave thing. i met him in montreal, ont. in 1999,
just on the eve of nostradamus' apocalyptical prediction for july that
year. jean was all excited about the date and mentioned it to me a lot
while we were having sex at a downtown hotel.
jean's always liked doggy positions best so one night we were banging like
jackhammers--the bed was creaking and squeaking something fierce--when
suddenly jean just stopped, pulled out and ran to the window. he froze up
straight and looked out the window toward the sky. he kept muttering
something i couldn't understand.
i didn't know what had happened so i asked jean if he was having another
one of his psychosomatic blue-ball problems again.
he said no angrily, and told me to shut up because he said he was hearing
some voice in his head.
i got up and went into the bathroom and when i came out jean was curled up
in a fetal position tightly and weeping.
he was right under the window, on the floor, so i sat down with him and
held his shaking body.
i asked him what was wrong and he said, i heard the voice of god telling
me the world WON'T end next month like nosty said.
i asked him why he was all worked up over it NOT happening, and that he
should be feeling good.
he said to me, no, bridgette, you stupid *****, i was looking forward to it
and i'm so pissed that god isn't going to let it happen, he said, and i
was feeling great this year until god said that to me.
jean then got up and stomped off to the bathroom and threw up in the john
a few times -- he'd been drinking real heavy and had popped some of his
speed pills with the booze.
he was all manic and running around the hotel room, screaming at god, then
cursing nostradamus, and then he started threatening me.
he screamed, you ***** harlot, you stupid loser, i've been wasting my
money on you from the beginning!
he then ordered me to get on my knees right in front of him and open my
mouth wide. he said, open your mouth, foul daughter of inequity, and
receive your punishment.
he then pissed on my face. i choked and gagged, and ran into the bathroom
crying.
he banged on the door and ordered me to get out or he'd knock me around.
so, i came out, and he told me to get over to the bed and lay face down,
and don't move.
jean then got on top of me, rammed his little 3-inch ***** into my *****, and
proceeded to yell out nostradamus quatrains related, i guess, to the july,
99, prediction of an evil conqueror coming from the skies to destroy
civilization. he had them all memorized, i guess, because when i said,
jean, do you know nostradamus by heart, he told me--
nah, i don't know them by heart, you fucking feline fool, god delivers
them to my mind when i need to quote them!
i said, you mean god and you know each other pretty well then?
he suddenly became enraged and said, bridgette, you evil trollop, you
don't have the ***** right to say anything smart alecky about god and
me. you daughter of perdition, what the ***** do you know of god??!! you
are of satan and his minions so shut the hell up and get what you
deserve!!
i shut up and let him do his thing--for two hours--and i was so damned
sore i couldn't sit down for a few days.
i have more to tell later.
firestarter~~~
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