Chapter 18
Donna had moved to a new apartment in another part of the city and thought that the disgrace she had undergone in her arrest, conviction and imprisonment were all behind her, but she didn't count on the long arm of coincidence.
Just at the time she met Floyd and Carol, a new couple moved into the apartment across the hall from her. While unpacking, the woman paused for a drink and wanting something to read while resting, she picked up one of the newspapers that had been used to protect dishes.
It was a section of one of the more lurid tabloids, an old one. It contained the story of Donna's trial and included a picture of her. It struck the woman that she had seen Donna before, that she had met and talked to her. When she was unable to recall where or when, she folded the paper and put it away.
Later that day, when she was carrying garbage to the incinerator, the woman saw the door opposite open and said hello to Donna, the pleasant and beautiful young woman who had spoken to her earlier that day.
She was barely able to stifle her gasp of shock as she recognized Donna as being the woman whose picture she had seen in the tabloid, the seductress of innocent young boys. If she'd had any doubts on that score, they were dispelled as Donna waved to the boy and girl who hurried down the hall toward the elevator.
When her husband came home that evening, the woman showed him the paper and told him about the boy and girl she had seen leaving Donna's apartment. He told her they should mind their own business, but she was not impressed. She had noticed a quick flare of interest in his expression and saw Donna as a threat to her marriage.
Although she and her husband had a reasonably good marriage, she suspected that he had been unfaithful a few times. If the beauty across the hall was such a sexy woman that she seduced kids, she reasoned, then she was too much of a threat to be tolerated. While saying nothing more about it to her husband, she made up her mind to keep a close watch on Donna and watch for any opportunity to remove her as a threat.
A few days later, she spotted Floyd and Carol approaching the building and listened as they were admitted to Donna's apartment. Going out into the hall, the woman listened but heard nothing. She had already looked up Donna's phone number and had worked out a plan to confirm her suspicion. She waited more than a half hour after the boy and girl had been admitted to the apartment, then phoned Donna. When there was no answer after fifteen rings, the woman felt firmly convinced that her suspicions were right, that Donna was too busy in bed with the children to bother answering the phone.
Rejecting the advice her husband had given her about minding her own business, the woman went that afternoon to the police station. She spoke to an official, showed him the tabloid item and told of her neighbor and her young visitors.
The policeman showed a definite interest and assured her that her role in the matter would be a carefully guarded secret. Before leaving the office, she assured him that she would phone the next time she observed Donna entertaining young visitors.
That next time came on the following Saturday. Fortunately, her husband was out playing golf so it was a simple matter for the woman to watch until the boy and girl arrived, then place the call immediately.
When she hung up the phone, she felt a twinge of regret and shame at what she had done, but disposed of such feelings by telling herself she was merely acting to protect her husband from the predatory female who, left unchecked, would destroy her marriage.
The door of her apartment was open a crack when the two policemen arrived and she assured them that the boy and girl were still in Donna's apartment.
"Should I go with you as a witness?" she asked, anxious to be allowed into the apartment to see what the woman was doing with the boy and girl.
"No, thank you," the senior policeman replied. "You have done your duty and we appreciate it. The rest is best left up to us."
The woman continued to peek through the crack of the door as a policeman quietly fitted a key into the lock of Donna's door, turned it and pushed the door open, almost without a sound.
As the two men moved into the apartment, their approach was silent, so much so that none of the occupants of the bedroom heard them approach. Even as they stood in the doorway of the bedroom, there was no sound until Donna saw them and emitted a cry of terror.
Even though they expected to find sexual activity in the room, the two men were hardly prepared for what met their eyes. Donna lay on her back, her legs up and open while Carol performed cunnilingus on her. The girl was kneeling with her bare behind well up so that the boy was able to get his penis into her ass. He was in the act of having anal intercourse with her when Donna's cry ended the game for all three.
The three nudes scrambled for clothes while the policemen watched. Later, one policeman took Donna into one room to take a statement from her while the other questioned the children at length and drew the whole story from them.
On her second conviction, Donna drew a longer sentence, one she is still serving.
When I talked to her in prison, she indicated with a grin that she is not suffering for want of sexual outlets.
Indicative of her nature was a comment she made with a wry grin.
"Isn't it silly, that if I hadn't retired from my career as a whore, I wouldn't have gotten into trouble with the law and never would have gone to jail."
Donna isn't sure what she will do when she is released from jail, but, all things considered, one does not expect that she will change her ways and turn to the straight and narrow path.