Post by Stu-E Price on Sept 18, 2007 17:19:53 GMT -5
DRUGGING AND RAPE
Florida is where Davey starting drugging and raping me. Davey told me a Florida wrestler named Duke "The Dumpster" Droesse figured out how to make GHB liquid. The recipe is easy to obtain now, but in those days it was just coming into vogue. Gamma hydroxbutrate is sometimes used by bodybuilders instead of steroids. It’s reputed to stimulate human growth hormone. Its most noticeable effect is euphoria but when mixed with alcohol it renders people unconscious. It's extremely dangerous and can lead to coma or death. Colorless, clear, tasteless and odorless, just like Rohypnol or flunitrazepam, it often causes amnesia during the periods it's taken.
Duke introduced it to Davey who told him it was really good for getting to sleep and the beauty of it was it increased your metabolic rate so it burned fat while you slept. Davey began giving it to me without my knowledge. Since then, there have been many incidences reported in the press about perverts using this drug to rape their dates.
At the time all I knew was that unusual things were happening to me. I developed really bad hemorrhoids and woke up with my posterior burning and sore. I felt something had happened to me during the night, but couldn't understand what. I thought maybe I was losing my mind. Part of being married is being able to trust the person you are married to. I never dreamed Davey was slipping me this drug in my nightly glass of orange juice in order to violate me. It just never even occurred to me.
I shared my symptoms with my sister Ellie. Without batting an eye she sighed, “Yeah Jim used to do the same thing to me."
“What!" I swallowed. “What do you mean?"
“He'd give me GHB before bed. He told me it was really great for losing weight. And it was. But it knocked me out and he would take advantage of me while I slept. That way he didn't have to please me and he could do whatever he wanted without any resistance."
I bit my lip. “After taking the orange juice Davey gives me at night, I'll wake up in my bed and not remember how I got there. Davey tells me not to worry. He says, "I took care of you."
I covered my face in my hands. “And sometimes he'll say, “You were really cute last night." And I'll ask him, “What do you mean?" He'll answer, “Oh, you were really cute, you looked really pretty last night," almost as if we'd had incredible sex or something. But I have no idea what the heck he's talking about."
I didn't tell Ellie about how puzzled I had been over finding my housecoat belts tied to the top of our four-poster bed.
Davey was insatiable. Sometimes he'd want sex ten times a day or three or four times in a row. I took it as a compliment, but he was a big guy and fairly aggressive and not very willing to do things that pleased me. Oral sex was rare and unfulfilling because he rushed through it. His idea of foreplay was saying, “Geez you've got great legs, bend over." That was it. He always wanted anal sex, which I found too painful to endure.
Finally, I started to figure things out. To substantiate my theory I decided not to drink my orange juice one night. Instead I surreptitiously poured it down the sink. Davey watched me like a hawk all night with a puzzled look as if to say, "Hmm, what's happening here?" After a couple of hours he brought me another glass of orange juice. I pretended to be grateful for his attentiveness, but when he turned his back I got rid of that one too.
I still had to be careful because he would slip it into my coffee or pretty well anything I was drinking. He was at the point where the only way he wanted to be with me was if I were unconscious. I guess in a really weird up way, I felt flattered that he desired me. I rationalized that he still loved me. What a screwed up relationship.
While we were in Florida we found out Andrea was expecting her third baby. The WWF scheduled a show during Stampede Week in Calgary in July 1991. I stayed home in Florida because Harry had to go to summer school. He had missed so much school due to the move. But Ellie and the girls stayed with my parents and said there was a party at the house after the show. Ellie said Andrea was getting stoned on pot with my brother Wayne and Bret's wife Julie. Even though she was three months pregnant, Andrea was so drunk she was falling all over Julie laughingly claiming she was taking speed to keep her weight down so that she could go to the Ranchman's Club and not look pregnant. That way she could pick up guys.
Andrea smoked cigarettes all the way through her pregnancies. We knew she drank and smoked pot, but were shocked about the amphetamines. The baby was due in December, but he was born very premature at the end of August. The doctors didn't think he was going to make it. They named him Rhettgher, a combination of the first names of Rhett Butler —even though Andrea has never seen Gone With the Wind—and Rutger Hauer star of the romantic movie, Ladyhawk. Andrea was always telling people she looked like Michelle Pfeiffer.
Bret stopped by to visit me that fall and shook his head. “Andrea is so irresponsible. Bruce has got to put his foot down with her. She's still smoking and she's still drinking. Somebody has to stop her from having more crack babies."
Everyone was aware of her substance abuse but no one wanted to say anything to her face because they all felt so sorry for her having this poor little premature baby. Rhett was in the hospital for three months and then he came home. He was blind and afflicted with severe cerebral palsy. He was a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed moppet and his handicap just wrenched my mom's heart. It was such a shame. He was around five years old when he first started to talk and one of his first words was, “Harry."
I've seen Andrea try to feed Rhett, pulling his hair back and forcing his mouth open. It's horrible. She often puts him on this stupid carrot juice diet to improve his sight. She has no sense. At five years old he only weighed 30 pounds. He should have been on high-calorie shakes, but she has him on carrot juice.
From what I've seen, she leaves him on the bed or strapped into his chair much of the time. Now that he's eight, he goes to a special school each day and when he comes home, she plunks him in an empty bathtub and closes the door to muffle his crying. He sucks his index finger so much it looks like a little red balloon. Ellie has complained to social services numerous times, but the officials never seem to do anything about it.
By December when Rhett should have been born, Andrea was trying to get pregnant again. Tory, short for Torrin, was born the next fall. I used to call him Troy to aggravate her. He is far behind developmentally due to the drugs she took during her pregnancy. Then she had another baby Lara Helen. Lara, she got from the Julie Christie character in Dr. Zhivago. “We have the same eyes,” she said. And Helen is for my mom because she's so fond of her signature, especially on a cheque.
When she had Lara in 1995, I was still in Florida. We would come up for summer vacations and I was happy to be home. After Tory was born, I thought, “Why would she have another baby so soon?” She gained very little weight with these babies, usually only around five pounds because she was adamant about wearing her jeans home from the hospital.
I found out through my sister Alison that Andrea did indeed have an agenda. My mom had had a few drinks one night and suggested to Andrea that if she had a large family, she might get the house in the event anything happened to her or my dad. Of course it was a ridiculous conversation prompted by the fact my mom was feeling sentimental due to the liquor, but Andrea took it seriously.
Florida is where Davey starting drugging and raping me. Davey told me a Florida wrestler named Duke "The Dumpster" Droesse figured out how to make GHB liquid. The recipe is easy to obtain now, but in those days it was just coming into vogue. Gamma hydroxbutrate is sometimes used by bodybuilders instead of steroids. It’s reputed to stimulate human growth hormone. Its most noticeable effect is euphoria but when mixed with alcohol it renders people unconscious. It's extremely dangerous and can lead to coma or death. Colorless, clear, tasteless and odorless, just like Rohypnol or flunitrazepam, it often causes amnesia during the periods it's taken.
Duke introduced it to Davey who told him it was really good for getting to sleep and the beauty of it was it increased your metabolic rate so it burned fat while you slept. Davey began giving it to me without my knowledge. Since then, there have been many incidences reported in the press about perverts using this drug to rape their dates.
At the time all I knew was that unusual things were happening to me. I developed really bad hemorrhoids and woke up with my posterior burning and sore. I felt something had happened to me during the night, but couldn't understand what. I thought maybe I was losing my mind. Part of being married is being able to trust the person you are married to. I never dreamed Davey was slipping me this drug in my nightly glass of orange juice in order to violate me. It just never even occurred to me.
I shared my symptoms with my sister Ellie. Without batting an eye she sighed, “Yeah Jim used to do the same thing to me."
“What!" I swallowed. “What do you mean?"
“He'd give me GHB before bed. He told me it was really great for losing weight. And it was. But it knocked me out and he would take advantage of me while I slept. That way he didn't have to please me and he could do whatever he wanted without any resistance."
I bit my lip. “After taking the orange juice Davey gives me at night, I'll wake up in my bed and not remember how I got there. Davey tells me not to worry. He says, "I took care of you."
I covered my face in my hands. “And sometimes he'll say, “You were really cute last night." And I'll ask him, “What do you mean?" He'll answer, “Oh, you were really cute, you looked really pretty last night," almost as if we'd had incredible sex or something. But I have no idea what the heck he's talking about."
I didn't tell Ellie about how puzzled I had been over finding my housecoat belts tied to the top of our four-poster bed.
Davey was insatiable. Sometimes he'd want sex ten times a day or three or four times in a row. I took it as a compliment, but he was a big guy and fairly aggressive and not very willing to do things that pleased me. Oral sex was rare and unfulfilling because he rushed through it. His idea of foreplay was saying, “Geez you've got great legs, bend over." That was it. He always wanted anal sex, which I found too painful to endure.
Finally, I started to figure things out. To substantiate my theory I decided not to drink my orange juice one night. Instead I surreptitiously poured it down the sink. Davey watched me like a hawk all night with a puzzled look as if to say, "Hmm, what's happening here?" After a couple of hours he brought me another glass of orange juice. I pretended to be grateful for his attentiveness, but when he turned his back I got rid of that one too.
I still had to be careful because he would slip it into my coffee or pretty well anything I was drinking. He was at the point where the only way he wanted to be with me was if I were unconscious. I guess in a really weird up way, I felt flattered that he desired me. I rationalized that he still loved me. What a screwed up relationship.
While we were in Florida we found out Andrea was expecting her third baby. The WWF scheduled a show during Stampede Week in Calgary in July 1991. I stayed home in Florida because Harry had to go to summer school. He had missed so much school due to the move. But Ellie and the girls stayed with my parents and said there was a party at the house after the show. Ellie said Andrea was getting stoned on pot with my brother Wayne and Bret's wife Julie. Even though she was three months pregnant, Andrea was so drunk she was falling all over Julie laughingly claiming she was taking speed to keep her weight down so that she could go to the Ranchman's Club and not look pregnant. That way she could pick up guys.
Andrea smoked cigarettes all the way through her pregnancies. We knew she drank and smoked pot, but were shocked about the amphetamines. The baby was due in December, but he was born very premature at the end of August. The doctors didn't think he was going to make it. They named him Rhettgher, a combination of the first names of Rhett Butler —even though Andrea has never seen Gone With the Wind—and Rutger Hauer star of the romantic movie, Ladyhawk. Andrea was always telling people she looked like Michelle Pfeiffer.
Bret stopped by to visit me that fall and shook his head. “Andrea is so irresponsible. Bruce has got to put his foot down with her. She's still smoking and she's still drinking. Somebody has to stop her from having more crack babies."
Everyone was aware of her substance abuse but no one wanted to say anything to her face because they all felt so sorry for her having this poor little premature baby. Rhett was in the hospital for three months and then he came home. He was blind and afflicted with severe cerebral palsy. He was a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed moppet and his handicap just wrenched my mom's heart. It was such a shame. He was around five years old when he first started to talk and one of his first words was, “Harry."
I've seen Andrea try to feed Rhett, pulling his hair back and forcing his mouth open. It's horrible. She often puts him on this stupid carrot juice diet to improve his sight. She has no sense. At five years old he only weighed 30 pounds. He should have been on high-calorie shakes, but she has him on carrot juice.
From what I've seen, she leaves him on the bed or strapped into his chair much of the time. Now that he's eight, he goes to a special school each day and when he comes home, she plunks him in an empty bathtub and closes the door to muffle his crying. He sucks his index finger so much it looks like a little red balloon. Ellie has complained to social services numerous times, but the officials never seem to do anything about it.
By December when Rhett should have been born, Andrea was trying to get pregnant again. Tory, short for Torrin, was born the next fall. I used to call him Troy to aggravate her. He is far behind developmentally due to the drugs she took during her pregnancy. Then she had another baby Lara Helen. Lara, she got from the Julie Christie character in Dr. Zhivago. “We have the same eyes,” she said. And Helen is for my mom because she's so fond of her signature, especially on a cheque.
When she had Lara in 1995, I was still in Florida. We would come up for summer vacations and I was happy to be home. After Tory was born, I thought, “Why would she have another baby so soon?” She gained very little weight with these babies, usually only around five pounds because she was adamant about wearing her jeans home from the hospital.
I found out through my sister Alison that Andrea did indeed have an agenda. My mom had had a few drinks one night and suggested to Andrea that if she had a large family, she might get the house in the event anything happened to her or my dad. Of course it was a ridiculous conversation prompted by the fact my mom was feeling sentimental due to the liquor, but Andrea took it seriously.