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The Goddess

By: The Goddess



Alex gave a little sob and I had to put my hand over her mouth to prevent her from saying something until we heard Tiffany's footsteps recede into the distance.

I waited for several minutes before I picked up the phone and dialled the police. I identified myself and told them that an attempt would be made to set fire to Alex's house. Of course there were questions to answer. 

"How do you know this is going to happen?"

"I know this because the person that torched my car earlier this evening had just called by my house and threatened to burn Alex's house."

"Who is this Alex?"

"She's my Personal Assistant."

"Why would this person want to burn Alex's house?"

"Because she's crazy! She's been harassing me all day and Alex has had to fend of several abusive phone calls throughout the day."

"Why is she harassing you?"

"I met her at a party on Saturday night and took her home. Before you ask, yes we had sex, many time, too many times for me. I had to get out of there and she got upset with me because of that and hasn't let up. I even had to have the locks changed on my house because she wangled a key from my housekeeper by telling her that she was my girlfriend and was moving in. The last thing I want is her moving in, believe me."

"Very well Sir, we'll send a patrol car to check on that address."

"Thank you."

An hour later we realised that we had fallen for her trick. "Listen up you miserable worm! I know you're in there! As soon as the police arrived at Alex's house I knew you were hiding in there because the only way they knew what I had said was from you, and the only way that you knew about that was if you'd heard me say it, and the only time I said it was when I was banging on your back door. You think you're fucking smart, but I'm smarter than you. I suppose you're wondering how I knew where your precious Alex lived? Well smarty pants, I can use a computer, I wandered through your car park during the day and saw her's in a marked bay, so I hacked the DMV records and downloaded her address. I have to admit it was clever of you to lie low as she left in case I was watching for you, or any sign of you." Then we heard a banging on the front door that definitely wasn't made by a fist. She had a sledge hammer and was attacking the door. Luckily it was a heavy solid wood door, but even that wasn't going to hold out forever. I quickly called the police again. At first they didn't believe that I was under siege by a woman but I held the phone out the den door and they could hear the hammer striking the front door.

We could hear sirens approaching, the police would be here soon, I hope that they were in time. "All right you fucking bastard, so you called the cops and I'd better be going, but don't think for one minute that you've heard the last of me. Sometime, when you least expect it I'll pop up and I'll get you, just you wait and see!" We heard her running off and a car starting up and driving off. We were safe for a while.

The police were impressed at the strength of my door, there were large chunks out of it where the hammer hit, but it held firm.

We sat and answered questions. I gave her name and address, it was still registered on my Sat Nav. "She might be crazy but I don't think she'd be stupid enough to go home tonight."

"I agree with you. We'll run her through our database and see if she bobs up anywhere, it might give us a clue to her whereabouts, in the mean time I suggest that first thing in the morning you go to the courts and take out an AVO against her."

"She actually admitted to torching my car this evening, when you catch her I'd like her charged with arson and destruction of property."

"We'll see what we can do, but I should warn you that, if she's as crazy as she sounds she may get off on the grounds of mental illness, it's up to her lawyers and the prosecutor."

After they left Alex came to me and put her arms around me. "Could you just hold me for a few minutes while I settle my nerves, I've never been so scared in my life."

I hugged her to me. "Join the club, my ring gear (anal sphincter) was in danger of letting go."

"What are we going to do?"

"The first thing I'm going to do is pour myself a huge Scotch, care to join me?"

"You betcha, you'd better be prepared to keep them coming, I'm going to get pissed."

She didn't get pissed and neither did I. We had one large drink and neither of us felt like drinking any more. She came into my arms again and I held her again, then I kissed her, and it was the best kiss I'd ever had, until the next one. One thing led to another and we ended up in my bed, and we slept, eventually. I know what you're thinking? You're thinking that I must be stupid jumping into bed just a day after my cock had got me into trouble with some crazy woman, well you're wrong. While we slept together, that's all that we did, slept, after we had finished talking and exploring what we'd both been through and, somewhere in there she mentioned that she was very fond of me but afraid to tell me because I was her boss.

After we had woken and showered, separately, and had breakfast I raised the topic of her feelings. "What did you mean when you told me that you were fond of me but afraid to discuss it with me, am I that much of an ogre?"

"No, of course you aren't, it's just that we have this employer/employee relationship that we are supposed to maintain, and I didn't want to compromise that. Now doesn't seem the right time to be talking about this so forget I ever mentioned it." 

"I will for the time being. When this mess is over you and I are going to have a long discussion about you telling me how you feel. If I'd known that before Saturday night I wouldn't have let Jacqui coerce me into going to that stupid party in the first place."

"So it's all my fault is it?"

"No, of course it isn't. I'm the one who needs to apologise for getting you caught up in my mess."

We went to the courts and both of us swore out AVO's against her. We had to contact the police to get her surname because I hadn't even got around to getting it. We thought that would be the end of it, how wrong we were, it was only the beginning.

We called in to work to tidy up a few outstanding jobs and delegating others before going home for the day. Home in this case wasn't my house or Alex's, it was a holiday house my parent's own at the beach and one that I am free to use whenever I wanted to, today I wanted to. It would provide us with shelter and we could walk on the beach to help settle our nerves.

To add a little to our safety we used one of those anonymous beige cars that investigators use when carrying out surveillance work. It was too little too late. She had got to the holiday house before us and trashed it. We knew the moment we walked inside through the shattered door that it had been her because she had brought a spray can with her and painted obscene messages all over the walls.

My phone rang, it was my father. "Where are you?"

"Why? What's wrong?" I had this feeling of impending doom.

"It's just that we have your girlfriend here wanting to know if we'd heard from you lately, she's been trying to contact you for days and hasn't been able to get through to you."

"Is this supposed girlfriend about 173 centimetres tall, blonde hair and fits the drop dead gorgeous description?"

"Yes, why?"

"What is she doing?"

'Your mother has made us a coffee and the two of them are chatting away like long lost friends."

"Get her out of your house now! She's the devil incarnate. Better yet call the police and tell them that the woman who burnt my car and tried to batter down my door is with you and you want her removed!"

"Surely we can't be talking about the same person?"

"Yes we are, now do it or you'll regret it."

My father is a kindly soul, and trusting. "I've just spoken to Bradley and he has told me a little about you and I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave before I call the police." That was when she flipped. She hurled a tirade of foul-mouthed abuse at them as she systematically trashed their house as they cowered in abject fear. After she stormed her abusive way out of the house they called the police.

Meanwhile we were dealing with other police who found it hard to believe my story about some crazed woman trashing this house just to get back at me for trying to distance myself from her. One question that they asked that I had trouble answering until I thought about it was; "How did she know that this was your family holiday home and that you'd come here?"

That was when I remembered her saying that she knew about computers and that she's hacked into the DMV mainframe. She must also have been able to get into the Lands Titles Office database. She was smart and that scared the hell out of me. What was she capable of and what would she do next?

The answer to the question of what she was capable of was revealed the next day. I was busy setting up a surveillance operation when Alex announced Roderick Atkins.

"I believe that my daughter has been giving you a hard time. I must apologise for her behaviour and try to explain what is going on. You see she can't help herself, she has an insatiable appetite for sexual gratification, but that is only a small part of the problem."

"I suppose that you're here to plead her case and play on my sympathy so that I will drop all charges?"

"No I'm not, in fact I hope that you will go ahead with the charges in the hope that she will get the treatment that she needs. I think that I'd better start at the beginning."

"That would be a good idea. Do you mind if Alex sits in? After all she has been involved in this as well."

"By all means. Tiffany's problem began several generations ago. Her mother, grand-mother etc. back for at least five generations as far as I know, were all afflicted with the same problems, they were sexually promiscuous, not all of the time, there were periods of some times years when this didn't manifest itself and then, out of the blue they'd go off in an orgy of destructive sexual behaviour. Both Tiffany and her mother were treated with a variety of drugs in an effort to reduce their urges with very limited success."

"The sexual thing was but a small part of the problem. They were subject to violent mood swings, a severe form of bi-polar disorder that had them swinging between clinical depression and clinical psychosis and the more that doctors tried to control this by drugs the worse it got. They could never get the balance right, I was told that the chemical imbalance itself fluctuated much more than the normal bi-polar patient and the stronger dosage of anti-depressant and anti-psychotic drug used the more that was required."

"Tiffany's mother spent the final years of her life in a psychiatric facility but that wasn't what killed her. It was during one of her sexual binges that she contracted HIV/Aids which was eventually the cause of death."

"I was completely unaware of this problem when I first met Gloria, that's Tiffany's mother, but when she began to show signs of this problem I researched her family history, and it was then that I discovered the problem and it scared me, as you'd appreciate. I had never met her parents so I had no way of knowing her history before I married her. After Tiffany was born I tried to find a cure with very limited success and eventually she was committed to the psychiatric facility."

"And then, to my horror Tiffany began, at an early age to show signs of the bi-polar disorder that her female forebears had. She was placed on a drug therapy program that kept her symptoms under some sort of control for a while. The change came when she went to university, that was when she became sexually active, or should I say sexually voracious. After one psychotic episode her treating psychiatrist decided that the best thing for her, given that she was now quite erratic with her medications, and so as to prevent any unwanted pregnancies, was that she should have a tubal ligation. I agreed at the time but found out that this required the introduction of another drug, a hormone replacement drug, the same as that used by post-menopausal women, and one of the side affects that I was not told of was an increased libido, something that Tiffany most certainly did not need."

"She was committed to a psychiatric facility and it was there that she developed her computer skills. The hospital had a rehabilitation program of sorts, and one of the skills was computers. When she showed an aptitude they jumped on it as it was something she could use when she was released, and use it she did. From a fellow patient, a computer programmer who was unable to cope with the stresses of his job and who had attempted suicide, she learned how to hack into other computers and she was able to access her medical records. By creating treatment records written by a totally fictitious psychiatrist that indicated that she had fully recovered, the hospital was only too pleased to take full credit for their treatment regimen and release her. They didn't think to check the authenticity of the records, they were just pleased to get rid of her."

"The sad part of this whole sorry exercise is that, in the opinion of a psychiatrist that I consulted to review her case, she is possibly not the sufferer of bi-polar disorder but an autistic savant and it is the treatment that she has received that has compounded her problems. At high school she demonstrated a higher than normal aptitude for mathematics and a better than average analytical ability, skills that should have allowed her a highly successful career in the IT industry. It was her social skills, or lack of them, that was her problem. She didn't mix with other students, she said she found them boring and that was because their interests were not on learning but on partying. She was bullied because she was 'different' and that caused her to withdraw even further."

"The fact that she was always an extremely beautiful girl confused her male school mates even further, and a competition started with a prize for the first boy to lay her. No-one was able to claim the prize although several laid claim to having succeeded but could supply no proof of that success. This was the story of her life, she was subjected to attention from boys and men that she did not want until her sexual problem took control, after she eventually gave in to the first man to show an interest in her intellect. At first she would go with any and everyone but then she became more selective in whom she slept with, and here another problem emerged that I believe you know all about. Having chosen a man and slept with him, if he decided that he didn't want to continue that contact, she would, to use the common term, lose the plot. She could not accept rejection in any form and reacted violently toward the person who rejected her." 

"When I went to her apartment, after a visit from the police yesterday, you can imagine my horror to discover that she had been doctor shopping, going from doctor to doctor to get prescriptions for various drugs, anti-depressants and anti-psychotics. She had several different prescriptions from several different doctors that had been filled by different pharmacists, this was possible because there is no cross-referencing of treatments between doctors and pharmacists so there were no controls over the amount of medication that she was taking. I'm convinced that she has been mis-diagnosed as bi-polar and because of her doctor shopping she has more than enough medication so that, when she has taken a high, but non-lethal, dose of anti-depressant medication she becomes extremely hypoactive and can go without sleep for days."

"And she can have sex non-stop for hours."

"Yes. I'm aware of that. My next problem is this, she now has no access to the medication that she had already acquired and the police have warned all of the local doctors not to give out any new prescriptions. She is in desperate need of treatment and until she approaches a doctor and he contacts the police we don't know where she is. For all we know she has moved interstate." He stopped and took a deep breath and I thought that he was going to continue but he did not.

"What do you want us to do? I don't feel competent to help her in any way."

"I don't require you to do anything unless you're forced to. I just wanted to explain her situation so that you can appreciate the problem and not be too harsh in your judgement of her."

"I'll bear that in mind, although if she confronts me with the same ferocity as she has in the past I'll be out of there."

"I fully understand and thank you for your time." He got up and left.

One of the tricks I learned about in surveillance school was that if a person didn't want his phone to be traced he used a pre-paid one, and kept his calls brief. If he wanted to keep a record of the conversations he had a supply of activated SIM cards that he could fit into his phone and keep the original in a safe place. Alex and I didn't need to keep records of our conversations but, given what we now knew of Tiffany's computer skills, we decided that we would put a new card in each day, just in case.

I also had my home phone number changed and went ex-directory, but it didn't take long for her to track down my new number, don't ask me how she did it. It was back to the abusive phone calls and even the police said that there was no way, apart from arresting her which they were unable to do because they couldn't find her, that they could stop her, so I ignored her. She started on Alex but she just unplugged her phone when she moved in with me. It was decided that she should stay at my place because it had proven to be almost impregnable.

Life slowly returned to normal and I was liking having Alex with me. She was fun, she was interesting and, more to the point, the more I knew of her the more I realised that for a long time I had been in love with her. We had discussed her feelings for me and decided that we should explore them in more detail. We began to show our affection for each other more openly at home and it seemed inevitable that she should move from my spare room to my bed. She was everything that I wanted, loving in a more gentle way, responsive to my needs as I was to hers. She held me tight when she came and sobbed in pleasure when we came together, which was more often than not.

I had almost come to believe that life was finally free of Tiffany, I hadn't had any messages left on my machine for weeks. Alex wanted to stop by her place and pick up some more things on her way home, so she left in her own car while I took my new car, bought for me by Tiffany's father to replace the one she torched.

There was something strange, a large pink lump, on my front door mat and, when I got closer I could see that it was a naked body and not just any naked body, but Tiffany's. She was curled up in a foetal position and seemed to be convulsing. I went inside and got a blanket to throw over her and rang for an ambulance. I sat by her while I waited for the paramedics to arrive and she seemed to calm down a little and I could hear her mumbling to me that she was sorry for the hurt that she had caused me and Alex.

The paramedics asked me several questions about her and I stressed that she had been recently on a cocktail of medications and that I believed that the convulsions were not from a drug overdose but from benzodiazepine withdrawal. She was taken to hospital and the police arrived just after Alex. I told them that I didn't want to press charges and that she was a very sick person. Alex put her arm around me and hugged me, telling me that she agreed with what I had done.

The next day three things happened that affected my life. I rang the hospital and was told that she was indeed suffering from drug withdrawal and her recovery would be closely monitored to ensure that the medication cycle that she had been on wasn't repeated. Then Tiffany's father called into the office. "Thank you for what you've done for her she is still very ill and, because of what you told the paramedics the doctors are exploring the autistic-savant scenario as opposed to the bi-polar diagnosis. She had decided that she wanted to get away from the drugs and tried to give them up cold turkey but couldn't handle it on her own so she went to you for help. The doctors have said that with supervision she should make it. Hopefully it proves to be the case, so I've decided that I'm giving up work to be her full time carer for as long as it takes.".