A Short Summary ExcerptJUANITA MEEK GOES TO THE POLICE
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On my birthday in September, 1995 Juanita gave me a birthday card. It read:
Contained in that card was a letter addressed to me from Juanita, outlining a sexual fantasy that she wanted to perform on me for my birthday. Juanita did, in fact, perform that very fantasy on me that night [Graphic sexual content].
Juanita tied me to the bed, spread eagle. She started [Graphic sexual content].
I kept both the card and the letter, putting them in a filing cabinet drawer in the bedroom closet. Memories.
In late October, 1995 I met a woman named Paula Robertson and started having an affair with her. I really do not know why I did this. I guess it was simply that I met Paula that first time and she was available, willing, and able. Paula lived in Clearwater, not far from me.
The relationship with Paula was not that of boyfriend-girlfriend but was more like friends with benefits. I told Paula about Juanita and about all the sexual escapades Juanita and I engaged it and about her fantasies. Paula, I discovered quickly, was just as wild as Juanita. She found it exciting that Juanita and I acted out fantasies as she also had them. I ended up engaging in similar sexual conduct with her. If Juanita was not at my apartment or I was not at Juanita's, then Paula was at mine or I was at her's.
On Monday, December 11, 1995 I took Juanita out and bought her an early Christmas present. I bought her an electronic organizer. I also bought one for me. We could use them for our business. The total cost: $406.58. I paid for them with Platinum check number 2118.
On Wednesday, December 13, 1995 Juanita got off work late. She gave me a VCR for Christmas. Around 2:00 am Thursday morning I was sitting in the living room with Juanita when there was a knock at the door. Juanita answered it. It was Paula Robertson. "Oh, I'm sorry. I have the wrong apartment." Paula left. Juanita sensed that something was not right.
Juanita and I went to bed and had sex. After we fell asleep there was another knock at the door. Juanita got out of bed, went to the door, and looked through the peephole. She returned to the bedroom. "Your girlfriend's back!"
Oh, shit.
Juanita accused me of cheating on her. I denied the affair of course, but Juanita still broke up with me. In the morning she left. She was pissed. Really pissed. So, I did the only thing I could. I repeatedly called her, trying to talk her into coming back to me.
On Saturday, December 16, 1995 Juanita faxed me a letter from the Eye Bank. She was letting me know, in writing, the relationship was over. The letter contained a blatant threat and warning: "Please don't do things to make me get you into trouble and you know that I can," and added, "Please don't make me add to your problems." The fax machine was the thermal type. The pages came out of the machine as one long strip of paper. I tore the strip into their proper pages. There was a tray under the fax machine where you could put the pages which would flatten out. That's where I put the pages. Not to be dissuaded, I kept calling and pestering Juanita. My phone bill confirms this. I called her pager, her home phone, her car phone, and called her work. I called until she finally agreed to get back together.
On Wednesday, December 20, 1995 Juanita was at my apartment. We started work on a rough draft of a fantasy letter that we decided to name "Last Night." It was based on a relationship breakup. Since we had broken up and got back together I thought we could work with it. Juanita got sexually aroused as we were working on it and we ended up having sex on the chair at my desk in the living room. I told Juanita that I would finish the fantasy letter later. Juanita said that she would come up to my apartment on Christmas night at which time we would act it out. Sounded good to me. The draft of that fantasy letter ended up in the trash can under my desk in the living room.
While Juanita was at my apartment she received a page from Amy, her daughter. She called her daughter at the Just for Fun Amusement Center in Bradenton which is where Joe XXXX worked. Joe was Amy's boyfriend. That call was placed at 2:16 pm and showed up on my phone bill. Juanita also mentioned while she was there that she had her car detailed and it wasn't running right. I told her that when she returned on Christmas she could drive my car to work the next day and I would take her car to the limo shop and fix it. We decided then that she would spend two nights with me in Largo.
On Thursday, December 21, 1995 we broke up again over Paula. Juanita thought I was still seeing her. I told her I wasn't. But I was. Once again I continued to call and pester her. Once again my phone bills confirm this. Please don't do things to make me get you into trouble and you know that I can. Please don't make me add to your problems.
On Friday, December 22, 1995 I called Juanita at exactly five o'clock in the morning. I was working at the time. We talked for 34 minutes. That call, along with all the others, showed up on my phone bill. I begged, I pleaded, and I schmoozed her. Finally Juanita agreed to get back together again, telling me that she would see me on Christmas, and further telling me we would talk more about us then. She sounded annoyed though. Like maybe she surrendered to my pleas. Like maybe she was tired of this. Like maybe she had enough. I said to Juanita, "I love you." She sighed. "I love you too." It was hard to tell. Please don't do things to make me get you into trouble and you know that I can. Please don't make me add to your problems.
I believe it was before we hung up, although it could have been during a telephone call the following day, that Juanita suggested that I go out and buy a real enema bag and a camera so that I could take pictures of her tied to the bed during the Last Night fantasy. She said that she wanted this so she could later use the photos as a source of arousal when she was home alone and wanted to masturbate. I thought it was a great idea and was looking forward to spending the two nights with her.
According to Richard and Gail Kamminga, they submitted an offer on Tuesday, November 28, 1995 to Juanita Meek to buy her house and the actual effective date of the sales agreement was Friday, December 22, 1995. Juanita would make a $30,000 profit and knew she could pay off the business loan cash advance. Yet Juanita never said a single word about this to me. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Juanita knew weeks before that Friday phone call that she would no longer need me to make the monthly credit card payment for the cash advance loan. She could pay that off with no problem. That meant that she also knew before our 5:00 am Friday phone call that she was no longer going to need me either.
I continued to work on the Last Night fantasy letter. Finally I had it the way I wanted. Juanita should like it.
On Saturday, December 23, 1995 Paula Robertson and I talked by phone. It was early in the morning, around 6:00 am. We were discussing that Juanita was coming up to my apartment Christmas night for a couple of days and she and I were going to act out the Last Night fantasy. Paula wanted to know what that fantasy was about. I told her. She was interested. I told Paula that, as part of the fantasy dialog, I might use such phrases like I was going to [Graphic sexual content] you bitch like you've never been [Graphic sexual content] before; that I going to make you suffer; and other such phrases. Paula now became really interested. She wanted to try it. Wanted to know when.
I started joking with her and telling her that I wouldn't act out this fantasy with her unless she signed a consent form first releasing me from all liability. Paula, laughing, said okay. I turned on the computer and typed up a very short consent form. It basically said that Paula was releasing me from any liability for any kind of sexual abuse she might endure. I read it to her. She laughed. "So when are we going to do this?" I told her she could come by tomorrow morning. "I'll see you then, Gary."
Later that day I went out and purchased an enema bag from Walgreen's and a Polaroid camera and two packs of film from Wal-Mart. I also spoke to Juanita a couple of times. I told her that I had purchased the enema bag from Walgreens and the camera from Wal-Mart. No apparent problems.
On Sunday, December 24, 1995 Paula showed up at my apartment around 6:00 am to act out the fantasy. The first thing I gave her when she walked in the door was the consent /release from liability form. Paula read it and laughed. "Gimme a pen," she said. Paula and I then basically acted out the Last Night fantasy [Graphic sexual content]. I did not take any pictures of her.
On Monday, December 25, 1995 Juanita Meek drove from her apartment in Bradenton to my apartment in Largo with overnight bag in hand. It was about 8:30 pm or so when she arrived. She noticed that my car was not in my parking space; a Lincoln Continental was there. She asked me where my car was. We were supposed to trade cars when Juanita left for work in the morning so I could take her car and work on it. I told Juanita that I had the Lincoln from the limo company because I had been working and I would take it back to the limo company in the morning, pick up my car, and then drive to the Eye Bank in Tampa and trade cars with her there. "Okay." That's all she said.
Just after Juanita walked in I gave a handwritten letter that I had authored before we had gotten back together. It basically said that Juanita was a quitter and that it was a shame the relationship was over. The only reason I gave it to her was so that she would know how I felt and was feeling at the time I wrote it. She read it, basically indifferent to its contents.
Juanita had come from her mother's house where she had dinner with her friend, Linda Sheppard, and her mother and daughter. She brought with her a plate of Christmas dinner which included a hunk of ham, some potatoes and green beans. I was sitting on a loveseat in the living room and started to cut the ham with a pocket knife.
"Wait, don't do that," she scolded. Juanita went into the kitchen and retrieved a ten-inch Wilkinson Sword knife with a black handle bringing it into the living room.
"Here. Use this." She handed me the knife.
Okey Dokey.
While I was eating Juanita tried to call her son, Aaron XXXX. Juanita said that she hadn't heard from him all day. She was worried. Aaron and his wife were both in the Navy and stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. She called him at 9:31 pm and got his answering machine and hung up. I told her to call him back and leave my 1-800 number so he could call her here at my apartment. She called him again at 9:32 pm and left my number. Both of those calls appeared up on my phone bill.
Juanita and I watched television. She wanted to talk about our relationship but I didn't. I said things were fine, we were back together, and to just leave it alone. She looked at me. Annoyed. Really annoyed. Please don't do things to make me get you into trouble and you know that I can. Please don't make me add to your problems.
Around 11:30 pm we decided to go to bed. I cleaned up the living room and then went into the kitchen and started washing the dishes. Juanita went into the bathroom and started getting ready for bed. After maybe 15 minutes she emerged from the bathroom and walked into the kitchen completely naked. She asked for a glass, opened the refrigerator and filled the glass with water. I always kept a gallon jug of water and a large bottle of apple-cranberry juice for her in the refrigerator. After she drank the water she reached around me and put the glass in the sink. I turned around and was drying the knife that I used to cut the ham.
"Are you ready for your fantasy?" I asked.
Juanita looked at me. "Yes. But you certainly don't need that." She was referring to the knife. I laughed.
I tossed the dish towel, which was in my left hand, over my left shoulder saying, "Ohhh baby" in the process. The dish towel hit the cupboard and fell into the sink getting soaked.
Oops!
Juanita moved closer to me. It was my intent to take her in my arms and give her a kiss. As she did she reached up and put her left hand on my right hand which was holding the knife. Her thumb was resting on the blade near the handle at the same time I started to bring the knife down to put it on the counter behind me so that I could take Juanita in my arms. As I brought the knife down and started to put in behind me, Juanita's thumb pivoted on the blade. As I moved to put the knife on the counter top, the blade slid across her thumb, cutting it. Juanita tensed. "Owww!"
I looked at Juanita's thumb. It was a small cut. The dishtowel was in the sink. I licked the blood off. "There. I kissed it and made it all better." She wasn't impressed. "C'mon," I said.
I took Juanita into the bedroom, sat her on the bed, and then retrieved a green washcloth and a towel from the bathroom along with a Band Aide. It wasn't a bad cut so I simply held the wash cloth on it for a minute, dried her thumb with the towel, and put the Band Aide on it, throwing the wrapper away in the trash can in the bedroom. I turned toward her.
"I love you," I said.
Juanita looked at me. "Gary..." She said it with a sigh. Sort of like when you say something you're disgusted with. She didn't say anything else. She got up and returned the green washcloth and towel to the bathroom, placing it open on the side of the bathroom sink. She placed the towel on the towel rack above the toilet.
I went back to the kitchen, finished washing the dishes placing them in the dish drainer, and wrung out the dish towel hanging it on the door handle of the refrigerator to dry. I then transferred the telephone to the answering service. Many times I would receive a call from a trucker in the middle of the night, looking for a load of freight. I figured if Aaron had not called by now he would not call until the next day.
I went into the bedroom and removed the covers from the bed. I gave Juanita the finished version of the Last Night fantasy letter which she read. The letter was intended to put her into the mindset of the fantasy. It included such phrases as, "I am going to have my one last night," "I am now going to force you to have sex with me," "I suggest that you do not say a word," "say one word and the very first thing you will get is an enema," "you will then give me a blow job," "Just remember the rules because I am in charge of this," and etc. It would also act as a catalyst for some dialog.
While she read the fantasy letter I got out the camera and enema bag. When Juanita finished reading the letter I tied her arms to the bed and tied her legs up in the air to the headboard. "Now you'll do as I say or else," I told her.
I started taking pictures of Juanita tied in this manner. There was some dialog between us about how this was our last night, etc. Sometimes I would give her instructions and threaten her with an enema if she didn't comply.
Juanita said, "Gary, please don't give me the enema." That was my cue.
I grabbed the enema bag and went into the kitchen and filled it with water. When I returned I told Juanita it was time for her enema. She looked at me and said, "Nooooo! Please don't!"
I inserted the enema tube into Juanita's rectum and hung the enema bag on Juanita's foot via the bed tie. I did not release the water. Not then, not ever.
I took more pictures. I took a couple of close-up shots of Juanita's vaginal area. In one photo I caught Juanita as she had her head turned to the side, like she was embarrassed. In another photo her nipples were erect showing she was in a sexually excited state. At one point I ran out of film and had to change the film pack.
I took some pictures of Juanita with her legs tied in the air. "Gary, my legs hurt. Match." I knew at that point that she was uncomfortable. I untied her legs and took a series of pictures with only her arms still tied. Her legs were laying on the bed not tied to anything. I took a couple of pictures with her legs were straight down and together. In another they were positioned spread but with her feet pulled towards her and together, like a frog. This was the last series of photos that I took. I then crawled between Juanita's legs and [Graphic sexual content].
Juanita laid there, arms tied to the bed, legs spread as I continued to [Graphic sexual content]. All of a sudden she stiffened as [Graphic sexual content]. When she was through I moved up her body. "Kiss me!" She did and I kissed her back. I then moved up further and straddled her, placing a leg on each side. I took my [Graphic sexual content].
"You know what to do!" I said to Juanita.
Juanita didn't have her retainer with her so she was careful. She opened her mouth taking [Graphic sexual content]. Her hands were bound with slip-knots and she worked her right hand loose with a little help from me and started to [Graphic sexual content]. I told her that if she didn't stop she knew what was going to happen. This seemed to excite her all the more and she quickened her pace, lifting her head off the pillow as she moved her head faster and faster over my [Graphic sexual content] while at the same time using her hand to [Graphic sexual content] me. It didn't take long before I exploded [Graphic sexual content], telling her to [Graphic sexual content] every drop. She did.
When Juanita finished she kissed the head of [Graphic sexual content].
I finished untying Juanita. "I have to go to the bathroom. Back in a minute," she said. She got up and went into the bathroom. I watched her go thinking to myself, nice ass.
I put the top sheet and comforter on the bed. I was lying on the bed with the camera in hand; ready to take a picture of her when she came out of the bathroom. The bathroom door opened and Juanita walked out unawares. I took the final photo of her, still naked.
Juanita climbed in bed naked, laying on her right side. I had gotten off the bed and went around to her side. Her back was to me. I put the photos I took of Juanita in the bottom drawer of the night stand under a microphone case on Juanita's side of the bed. There were a total of fourteen. I put the fantasy letter in the top drawer. I took the enema bag into the bathroom and dumped the water out of it. Returning to the bedroom I put the camera and enema bag in the bottom drawer in the night stand on my side of the bed. I climbed into bed. Juanita rolled over and I snuggled up, spooning her. I told her, "I love you." Nothing in response. Maybe she didn't hear me. We went to sleep.
Around 2:20 in the morning Juanita's pager went off. She turned on the bedside light and looked at her pager. "It's Aaron."
Juanita walked naked into the living room and retrieved the portable phone which was hanging on its charger beside the apartment door. Returning to the bedroom she sat on the bed beside me and called him back. It was exactly 2:24 am. It wasn't a long conversation; they only talked for 4.3 minutes. At least that's what was on my phone bill.
After Juanita hung up she was visibly upset. "Oh, God. Aaron's wife tried to kill herself. She said she felt trapped in her marriage and relationship with Aaron. She's in the psychiatric unit of the Norfolk hospital under a suicide watch. That's why he hasn't called all day. He's been at the hospital with her."
Oh, boy.
I knew that Aaron and his wife had been having troubles. Juanita and I had previously talked about it after Aaron brought his new bride to Florida over Thanksgiving. That's when Juanita learned that Aaron's wife came to realize that she did not want to be married and thought she made a mistake by marrying Aaron. She thought she was too young and had more of her life she wanted to live before settling down. She was distressed even then. She didn't want to hurt Aaron. She told Juanita that she didn't know what to do about this. Juanita really didn't have anything to offer. She didn't want to get in the middle of something. Apparently Aaron's wife had now gone off the deep end, trapped in a relationship she didn't want to be in and didn't know what to do about it. This could ruin her stint in the Navy as she was in a sensitive position. It may ruin Aaron's too. From what Juanita told me they were involved in cryptology. I really admired them. I thought that to be a challenging career choice. Now I felt really bad for her, and for Aaron.
Juanita and I continued to talk about what had happened and discussed how this might affect their naval careers. We then went back to sleep. I kept my arm around her in an attempt to let her know I was there for her. At roughly 5:30 in the morning Juanita sat straight up and turned on the bedside light. It woke me up.
What's wrong? I asked.
Juanita turned around and stared at me. "I can't sleep." She said it abruptly. Even dismissively. I can't sleep. Nothing more.
Juanita Meek was not going to end up like her son's wife. Not her. Nosiree. She felt trapped in the relationship with me. Every time she called it off I would sweet talk her into coming back. I would call her repeatedly. I would make a pest of myself. I would bug her to death. Someone had to be sacrificed before Juanita ended up like Aaron's wife, locked away in some psychiatric ward of some hospital on a suicide watch and drugged out of her mind. Or worse. Someone had to be sacrificed and it was not going to be her. It was going to be me.
I reached out and took Juanita by the arm and pulled her back into bed. "C'mere." She resisted but finally lay down. I snuggled up next to her. I started kissing her.
"I'll get you tired," I said.
I started playing around, rubbing my hands over her body. More kisses. I became sexually aroused. "Can I make love to you?" I asked. More kisses. Juanita let out a long sigh and said, "Gary...I don't care what you do. Go ahead."
She sounded...weird. Like maybe she was tired of all this. Like maybe she was disgusted with something. Like maybe she was mad about something. But what?
As I moved atop Juanita she spread her legs. I entered her. At first she just laid there. I was thrusting away and she began to move. A little. For me? For her? I couldn't tell.
I was holding myself up off Juanita, my arms on the bed. I climaxed and she did too. I think. She had stiffened when I climaxed, sunk the fingernails of her right hand into my left arm and moved her body almost like she has rolling. When she did I instinctively moved but slipped, falling on top of her, my collar bone hitting her mouth. I let out a cry, "Owww! Jesus." The fingernails hurt. She said nothing in response. When I was done I pulled out of her.
I looked at my arm. I had a number of fingernail marks on the upper part of my arm. "Jeeze," I said. "You scratched the shit out of me." She said nothing.
They weren't long scratches. They were just fingernail marks were Juanita dug her nails into my arm.
I was lying on top of Juanita. I whispered in her ear, "I love you." No response. I kissed her. No response. She just laid there. She was acting funny.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
Juanita moved to get out from underneath me and got out of bed. Started walking to the bathroom. "Nothin," she said. Short. Abrupt. One word. Nothin.
Juanita walked into the bathroom without saying another word. I thought to myself, What's she mad about? I got out of bed and put my robe on. I heard Juanita turn on the shower. Something had changed, seriously changed after that call from her son.
I went out to the kitchen and started making coffee and cooking breakfast. When the coffee was ready I took a cup of coffee into the bathroom for her. By this time she was out of the shower and had already dried herself off.
Juanita was standing at the sink, bent over, with a towel wrapped around her. She had the Band Aide off her thumb. It looked as if she was trying to pry open the cut, spreading it apart with the thumb and index finger of her right hand. It was bleeding. "What the hell is going on? Are you okay?"
Juanita said it just started bleeding again. I looked at her. "I don't think so," I said.
I told Juanita to wrap some toilet paper up and put it on her thumb to stop the bleeding. I told her I would be back in a couple of minutes, explaining that I had to get back to the kitchen before the bacon and eggs burned. As I walked back to the kitchen I was wondering why she would want to reopen the cut.
Juanita saw me leave the bathroom. Hurriedly she walked into the bedroom...
The bacon and eggs were almost done. I let them cook for a couple of more minutes. I opened the cupboard and took out a plate. I turned off the stove and took the bacon and eggs out of the pan and put them on the plate. All this took less than five minutes.
I returned to the bathroom and Juanita had taken a piece of toilet paper and had it pressed on her thumb. I took the toilet paper off her thumb. The bleeding had stopped. I then put another Band Aide on it. I flushed the toilet paper down the toilet. I then returned to the kitchen, set the table and cleaned the grease splatter from the bacon off the stove.
Juanita got dressed... She then started to walk out of the bedroom. She was nervous.
I saw Juanita come out of the bedroom. She was dressed. She sat down at the table. I started serving breakfast. She just sat there not saying a word. Something was out of sync. This was not like her. She was acting of funny.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
She was quiet and picked at her food. "Nothin," she said in response.
I assumed she was still upset over the conversation she had with her son. She looked at me. She had this strange look on her face. Then she looked down at her plate. Softly she said, "Gary. Can I have the pictures you took of me?"
Juanita was moving her fork around the plate, playing with her eggs. I told her that I had not even looked at them yet and to just wait until she returned that night to get them. She said nothing in response.
Juanita continued to sit there, picking at her food. After a couple of minutes she said she was feeling sick and didn't want to eat. I told her I would pack her breakfast so she could take it to work in case she felt like eating later. She said that didn't want to take it with her. I insisted she do so.
I walked into the kitchen and packed Juanita's breakfast. As I was doing this Juanita tried to call her bank to transfer some money from her savings account to her checking account. She said was overdrawn. She was having trouble doing this. I offered to try and did so without any luck. I found it strange that Juanita's bank would not allow her to transfer money by phone. She said she was going to leave a little early so she could stop at an A TM on the way to work and make the transfer there. Then, completely out of the blue, Juanita blurted out that she may have to go to Virginia to be with her son and may not be back tonight. She then said was going to pack all her stuff and take it with her. In light of her phone call with Aaron I told her I understood. She went into the bedroom to pack her overnight bag without saying another word. Strange.
Juanita asking for the pictures didn't work...She wanted to do this before she chickened out...She knew she wasn't coming back tonight. That's when it came to her. She blurted it out before even thinking about it. She might have to go to Virginia to be with her son. Brilliant! She got up and went into the bedroom to pack.
Juanita looked for the pictures but couldn't find them. She did, however, find the Last Night Fantasy letter. It would have to do. She stuck it in her overnight bag along with the rest of her belongings. She was hopeful I would not know it was gone until it was too late. She picked up her overnight bag and walked back out into the living room. Time to say goodbye. For good!
I saw Juanita walk into the living room. She had everything with her. I kissed her goodbye. She quickly and half-heartedly kissed me back; it was more like a peck than a kiss. She didn't even look at me. Strange.
It was 6:50 am. Juanita had to be at work by 8:00 am. I told her that I loved her and I would see her later, reminding her I was going to pick up her car. She said that was fine as she walked out of my apartment, overnight bag in hand, closing the door behind her. She had just walked out the door with the Last Night fantasy letter. Please don't do things to make me get you into trouble and you know that I can. Please don't make me add to your problems. Someone had to be sacrificed.
Juanita drove towards the Eye Bank. She owned a black Nissan Altima and had a car phone installed in it. She drove about five miles and then stopped at a convenience store. She got out of her car and filled its tank with gas. She then walked into the convenience store, paid for the gas and then drove to the rear of the store. She knew I would be traveling that same route shortly to pick up her car. She couldn't afford for me to see her car sitting out front. I might see it and stop. Then what would she do?
Juanita was parked in back of the convenience store. She was nervous. She was so nervous that she was shaking. This was it. This was the big moment. If she picked up that phone there was no turning back. She sat there for a minute. Contemplating. Someone had to be sacrificed.
Juanita took a deep breath, picked up her car phone, and dialed the number for her friend, Linda Sheppard, who lived in Sarasota. Showtime!
Linda Sheppard was up and dressed. She was drinking a cup of coffee. The phone rang. Linda picked it up. "Hello?"
Juanita had her phone to her ear. She could hear it ringing on the other end. She heard Linda pick up and say hello. This was it. "Linda? This is Juanita. During the night Gary raped and tried to kill me."
Please don't do things to make me get you into trouble and you know that I can..........Please don't make me add to your problems ..........Someone had to be sacrificed.
Sheppard just about dropped her coffee cup. She jumped in her car and drove from Sarasota to Clearwater where she met Juanita at the Clearwater Airport.
Juanita was sitting at the Clearwater Airport when Linda arrived. She had to change locations. The plan was in action and she definitely could not wait in the area of the convenience store for Linda. It was time to move and the airport seemed like a good choice. Why would I ever go to the airport?
Linda arrived and met Juanita. The pair went to the Largo Police Department. By 9:30 am Juanita was telling officers that I lured her to my apartment and that I gave her a letter telling her what I was going to do to her. She told police that we had this big, physical fight that went on for more than an hour and she bit my chest and scratched me. She said that I pulled a knife on her, thrust it to her throat and that she reached up and grabbed it cutting her thumb. Juanita said that I threatened to kill her; that I tied her to the bed; stuck an enema tube in rectum; that I took Polaroid photos of her; and that I repeatedly raped her. As proof she offered the Last Night fantasy letter. Police had her give a tape-recorded statement.
I washed the breakfast dishes and then cleaned up the kitchen. I walked into the bathroom to shower and then get dressed...
Detective Joan Short of the Largo Police Department had Juanita and Linda Sheppard in an interrogation room at the police station. Short turned on the cassette tape recorder and Juanita started to give her statement.
Juanita stated that she came to my apartment last night because it was Christmas and she was trying to break the relationship off with me. She said I was not taking it well and I begged her to come. She said that she was no longer going to have sex with me, that she wanted me out of her life. It was over. She didn't want to be involved with me anymore. Then she said that I asked her to spend the night last night because she had to be at work in Tampa today so she said okay, depending on how I behaved.
She said that she decided to spend the night. She went into the bedroom and started getting ready for bed and she wasn't sure I was going to be okay with this "no sex thing" because I had a way of manipulating her into doing things. She said that if I pressed the issue she would make love to me, but if I respected her wishes then she wouldn't say anything.
She said that she exited the bathroom naked and got into her side of the bed, under the covers, pulling them up to her neck. She said at that point I sat on the bed and hemmed her in and said I have one final letter I wanted her to read.
She said I gave her a white typed letter and she started reading it and when she started understanding what was going on she tried to get up but I wouldn't let her. She told police that she fought with me, scratching my arm which had "scratches all over it." She said she bit me on the chest and you could see her teeth marks where she had done so. She said she continued to fight with me and at one point she put her thumb in my eye socket.
Juanita then said that I went into the kitchen and got a two-quart bottle of ice water and brought this enema bag in and I showed it to her along with a Polaroid camera. She said I told her I bought the enema bag at Walgreen's.
She said I threatened her, asking her if I had to go into the kitchen and get a knife. She said that I told her I would beat her within an inch of her life if she didn't stop but she continued to fight with me. She was begging, she was pleading for me to please stop. She told police that she told me that it didn't have to be this way, that she was willing to make love with me but I wouldn't listen. She was trying to slap me, beat me, push me with her feet. To hear Juanita Meek tell it, she was in a fight for her life; a real life and death situation. She said she was screaming and telling me no, please stop. She said she was scared. She told police that when she was screaming I put my hand over her mouth, "that's when he smashed my lip." She fought, she struggled, she kicked, she rolled, and she repeatedly tried to strike me.
She said I asked her if I had to go into the kitchen and get a fucking knife and put it to her throat? She said she said to me, "Gary, you don't have to do any of this. This is wrong. What you're doing is wrong. And you know what will happen to you if you do this." She said I said I know "what the consequences are but he was gonna have his last night. He's gonna be in control and he's gonna do this."
Juanita then said that I reached over into the bedside table and "came out and grabbed - had a knife. He came out with this knife. And he came across, and he put in to my throat. He had me pinned down with this knife across my throat." She said I started pressing the knife down against her throat. She said she reached up and grabbed the knife and cut her thumb on it.
She said that I said I was going to kill her, that I said I didn't want to, but I would kill her and would cut her fucking throat. She said she started screaming. According to Juanita she was screaming during this entire ordeal until I got her tied. She then said I ordered her to place her hand near a restraint and I tied her arm to the bed. (At this point, pursuant to the transcripts, Juanita's beeper goes off. Linda says, "It's from him." Juanita said, " Yeah, that's his home number." My home telephone number then appears on the transcripts. This had to be when I left to trade cars with Juanita.)
She said that I tied her to the bed with her feet tied in the air, filled the enema bag, placed the nozzle in her rectum and started taking pictures, making her spread her legs and making her look at me. She said that I told her that if I couldn't have her she knew that I knew she would hate me after this, that I knew she would probably call the police.
She said that I started to perform oral sex on her but before I did she told me her legs were hurting so I untied them. She said that while I was performing oral sex on her she "faked an orgasm." She said I then forced her to perform oral sex on me and made her swallow my semen. She said she was gagging and I told her that if she threw up I threatened to give her an enema. She said she kept telling me that she loved me in an attempt to get me to stop.
Juanita said that after a while I untied her and started talking about her coming back that night so I could do this again. She said she promised she would.
She told police that she begged me to let her go to sleep. She said she'd wait until I was asleep and then "run out of the house and go to somebody's apartment and then try to get into her car, but she was afraid that if she tried anything it would start all over again."
Juanita said we talked about her car and I said I would go to the Eye Bank and pick it up and work on it and she told me, "Yeah, that's fine. Yeah, that will be great." She said that I let her go and I let her take all her things with her.
She then tells police that her son paged her at 3:30 in the morning and she called him back because he was having some "marital problems," but she didn't tell him anything about what had happened, and then she told me that she couldn't sleep because she was worried about him. She went on to state that she told me that she had to take her things with her in case Aaron called and she had to catch a plane out to be with him. She admitted this was a ruse. She said she then got her things and I let her leave.
Juanita said that I never said I was sorry or anything like that. She said that I thought that she was "just gonna be sucked back into his little game." She wasn't going to let that happen.
She told police that she repeatedly told me that she would come back tonight. She said that I threatened her, telling her if she didn't I was going to have anal sex with her right then. She said she begged me not to, telling me "everything will be fine."
Juanita told police that I got "that enema thing off a porno movie. That's where he got that idea." When police asked if that was something we watched together she said, "That was some movie he had up there one time when I was up there." Detective Short asked, "So do you think he perceives that as something that is erotic?" Juanita answered, "Oh yeah. Absolutely. He told me that in case that was a fantasy of mine - if that was a fantasy that turned me on, that if he actually did it, he knows the - the reality of it would be so horrible that - that it wouldn't' ever tum me on again. I wouldn't be able to use that fantasy, if in fact that was one of my fantasies." She then told Short that I told her this "during all this stuff."
She told police that I asked her if she wanted the pictures, and that she was afraid to get real excited but told me yeah, she would like them. She said that I asked why and she told me, "because they're very humiliating, Gary." But I said they were only for me and she said she knew this but would appreciate it if I gave them to her. She said that before she left my apartment she asked for the pictures again and I told her to let me think about it. She said she didn't see what I did with the pictures. Detective Short told Juanita that they were going to have her looked at by a doctor. The interview ended at 10:25 am.
Detective Short photographed the cut on Juanita Meek's left thumb. In the photo Juanita is holding a Band Aide in her right hand. There is no blood on it. Short also photographed Juanita's upper lip. There was no visible injury. Also important is the fact that police interviewed all the residents in my apartment building. In spite of the fact that Juanita Meek told police she was in this long, drawn out life and death fight during which she was screaming at the top of her lungs, no one heard anything.
At roughly 10:00 am I paged Juanita to tell her I was on my way. She did not return my call; I thought she might be busy. I took the Lincoln back to the limo company, picked up my car, and drove to the Eye Bank to change cars with Juanita. I arrived at the Eye Bank at maybe 11:15 am. I went inside and Lisa Winklepleck, one of Juanita's coworkers, told me that Juanita just left for lunch but would be back in a few minutes. I told Lisa that I would wait in the parking lot until Juniata returned.
Lisa Winklepleck went by the nickname of Winkie. Everyone at the Eye Bank knew that Juanita would not be coming into work today. Juanita had already called them. They knew she was at the police station. After I left the office Winkie went to Jean Hess, the manager of the Eye Bank. Winkie told her that I just showed up. Jean Hess immediately picked up the phone and paged Juanita. Juanita called her back. It was decided that Hess would tell me a story.
I was sitting in the parking lot waiting on Juanita to return. Jean Hess walked out and walked up to my car. I had the window down. "Juanita just called. She said she wasn't feeling well and was headed back to Largo." I told her thank you and started my car.
Juanita not feeling well and headed back to Largo could only mean one thing. She was headed back to my apartment. I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. I was headed back home.
When I arrived home Juanita wasn't there. Worried, I tried her car phone but she did not answer. I tried her pager but received no response. I then tried her apartment in Bradenton but got her answering machine. I left a message. That message was left at 12:22 pm according to Juanita Meek's answering machine date stamp.
Detective Short heard Juanita's pager go off again. She told Juanita that she wanted to do a controlled call where Juanita would call me and try to get me to make admissions. Juanita then got sick. She went to the bathroom where she threw up. She was in over her head. What had she done? Someone had to be sacrificed.
When Juanita walked out of the restroom Short had Juanita sign a consent form to do the controlled call. It was 12:46 pm.
I was getting more worried. Juanita was upset over the phone call she had with her son. She said she was not feeling well before she left for work. I tried all the numbers again. No luck. A few minutes later the phone rang. It was Juanita Meek...
