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| People v. Scott McDaniels, # ICR 32539 |
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| PC: 261.5, 288a, 998 |
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| Initial Investigation File |
| Content summary: |
| 1. Interview transcript, Crosby, Kaitlyn; February 1,|
| 1999 |
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INTERVIEW OF KAITLYN CROSBY
FEBRUARY 1, 1999
START TAPE
Are we going now? Okay. What? Kaitlyn Crosby.
K-A-I-T-L-Y-N C-R-O-S-B-Y. June 16th, 1984. I'm
fifteen.
Look, if you really want to hear this story,
quit staring at my tits, okay? Yes, I saw you. Don't
act like you weren't.
You know what I've never understood? Why being
fifteen is so illegal. I mean, if we were in India or
some shit, I'd probably have three kids by now.
What? Jeez, I'll get to that. Give me a fuck-
ing chance.
Oh, fuck you. I'll say "fuck" if I fucking want
to. Anyway, this all started after me and my mom moved.
We lived in this dump a few blocks from the mall in
Reseda, and Mom got a better job, so she wanted to move
to a different apartment. We only moved about four
blocks, so it didn't matter much to me, except that my
room was a little nicer.
At this last place, there was this old bat who
lived across the hall who my mom got to baby-sit me
when she went out, so when we moved, I thought maybe I
would get to watch myself for a change. See, my mom
goes out drinking and partying all the time. Every
fucking weekend, she goes out with her stupid friends,
and instead of getting to do stuff with my friends, I
had to sit home with this old bag who smelled like
Lysol or something. I bet she drank the stuff, because
half the time she came over, she was as wasted as my
mom was when she got home.
Yeah, that's what I said. My mom left me with
a drunk. At least this bat would let me hang out in my
room instead of bugging me. But about all I ever got
to do was talk on the phone with my friend Becca, ex-
cept once in a while Mom would let me sleep over with
her.
So, anyway, after we moved in, my mom must have
gotten friendly with this guy, 'cause come Friday
night, she goes, "Kaitlyn, honey, I'm going out, I
asked the man across the hall to watch out for you."
I go, "Who?"
"His name is Scott. He's nice. He's a student
at Cal. State Northridge, so you two should get along
okay."
Right, just like I said. My mom's the one who
got us together. So blame her if you want to blame
somebody.
Now, when she leaves, I'm thinking, "she got
some college guy to baby-sit me? This might be cool."
But I sit around waiting and nothing happens. I start
to wonder if he's really coming over or if she just
asked him to look out the peephole in his door once in
a while.
After she's been gone about fifteen minutes, I
decide to go over and see if this guy is even home. I
think about maybe dressing up a little, but then think
that I don't want to get all decked out if he turns out
to be a turd or something. So I go across the hall and
knock.
The door opens, and I guess you can say I was a
little disappointed. He wasn't that cute. He was
about six feet I guess, which is a lot taller than me,
but he was kinda skinny. Plus he had long hair, in a
ponytail, and he looked a little old to be in college.
But his eyes were pretty, kind of like this lapis
bracelet I used to have until this bitch in my class
stole it. At least I think she did. But the clasp had
gotten loose, so maybe it just--
All right, I'm getting there. Just let me tell
the story the way I want to.
So anyway, he answers the door, I go, "Hi, I'm
Kaitlyn. From across the hall."
He goes, "Oh. Hi. How you doing?"
"My mom asked you to watch me or something?"
"Uh, yeah. She just asked if I'd check up on
you later."
Then he just stood there not saying anything,
and I was standing in his doorway playing with my hair,
so I went, "You go to CSUN?"
"Yeah. I'm in grad school, though."
"Oh. You looked kinda old for college."
"Yeah."
"So, um, can I come in?"
What? I don't know, I was bored or something,
jeez. I didn't just look at him and think, "I have to
fuck him this instant." Give me a break.
Anyway, he says, "Sure," and just walks back
into his apartment. So I went in with him, and start
looking around. His place smelled a little funny at
first, which I figured out why later. But it was kind
of a dump, a lot of pizza boxes and junk lying around.
He had just an old sofa and a TV set in the living room
and a card table by the kitchen to eat on.
"So, what are you doing?" I go.
"Studying."
"On a Friday?"
"Yeah. I've got a lot of stuff to do."
"What are you studying?"
"Medieval English Lit."
"Oh. Is that like King Arthur and that stuff?"
"Sort of."
I looked around some more, and then he goes,
"I'm going to go back to work. You can hang out here
if you want."
So I just shrug, and he goes back into his bed-
room. I poked around the living room for a bit, which
like I said was a mess, then went into the bedroom to
see what he was doing. The bedroom wasn't much either,
just a bed and a desk and a lot of books stacked all
over the place. He had a computer on the desk, and I
guess he was doing homework or something.
I looked around his bedroom a second, and then
I saw this thing in his bookcase that just made me go,
"whoa." I mean, I'd never seen one before, but I knew
what it was when I saw it, mainly 'cause there was this
baggie of green stuff right next to it.
I went, "Is this a bong?"
He spun around in his chair, and jumped up like
he was all embarrassed.
"Uh, yeah."
He grabbed it and the baggie and looked around
like he was trying to hide it, but then realized it was
probably too late.
"Do you smoke pot?"
"Yeah. Don't, um, tell your mom. I forgot it
was sitting out. I don't get a lot of people over
here."
"I've never smoked pot before."
This must have really surprised him, because his
eyes kind of bugged out a little.
"Uh, that's cool. Don't worry about it."
"Can we?"
"We better not."
"I won't tell my mom, jeez."
He started thinking for a minute, and I could
tell he was sizing me up, you know, whether I was worth
his attention. You can tell when a guy is doing that,
you know, deciding whether he wants to fuck you. I
wasn't really thinking about fucking him then, but I
thought I'd help his decision process, so I stuck my
tits out a little, and tossed my hair back.
What kind of a fucking question is that? None
of your fucking business, but yes it's natural. Per-
vert.
Okay, so anyway, I'm sitting there on his bed,
and he's checking me out, then he finally goes, "You've
never smoked before?"
"I've smoked cigs."
"This stuff is a lot stronger."
"Cool. Let's try it."
So he digs around his bookcase for a lighter,
and we go back out to the living room. I watch him
pull a bud out of the bag and start packing the bong.
Then he shows me how to use it.
"Don't inhale too hard. Just pull it in easy
at first."
So I give it a shot, and of course first thing
I start coughing my guts out, 'cause Scott's shit
really is pretty strong.
I don't know. Mexico, I think. I never met the
guy he bought it from.
After a couple of tries I get a good hit and
hold it in as long as I can. Then Scott takes the
bong, and just inhales this entire load in one shot.
Now I realize what I smelled when I first walked
into the apartment, you know, that he must smoke a lot
of pot. And I just start sniffing the air and looking
around, and I start thinking I can actually see the
smell in the air, and I must have been doing it for
about five minutes because Scott starts laughing at me.
"You getting a buzz?"
Well, I hadn't thought I'd gotten anything until
then, but I realized that I felt really weird. Good,
but weird. Scott packs me another load, and this time
I have a lot less trouble with it.
So the two of us just sit around ripped for a
while, talking about random shit. I don't even remem-
ber what, 'cause I was pretty buzzed by that point.
After a while, I start feeling hungry, and Scott goes
into the kitchen and brings back a bag of Doritos,
which we proceed to munch out on.
After that, I guess I fell asleep on his couch,
because the next thing I knew, my Mom is shaking me
awake, and there's a blanket over me. I still felt
stoned, but a lot less than I had before.
"I'm back, honey. Let's go to bed."
She was pretty drunk herself, and if she could
tell we'd been smoking out, I couldn't tell. So I say
good night to Scott and go back with her.
That was the first night. No, he didn't do shit
while I was passed out, at least nothing I could tell.
All he did was put that blanket on me, which I thought
was kind of sweet.
Can we take a break? Like could I get a Diet
Coke or something?
Cool.
BREAK
Ready? So, anyway, the next day, I call Becca,
and as soon as she picks up the phone, I go, "I smoked
pot last night."
She goes, "What? No way."
"Way."
"How?"
"This guy across the hall from our apartment.
My mom actually got him to baby-sit me, can you believe
that shit?"
"Is he cute? How old is he?"
"He's okay. I guess he's like twenty-something.
But he's pretty cool. His bong was sitting out, and I
asked him about it."
"And he just gave you some pot?"
"Yeah. We smoked it together."
Eventually Becca decides she wants to come over
and meet Scott, and since my Mom is out shopping or
something, I figure it's okay. It's not like she'd care
or anything, I just didn't want her bugging us. So
Becca comes over--
What? Armstrong. Rebecca Armstrong. Did you
guys talk to her? Oh. Well, she's my age. I don't
think she's as cute as me, but she's pretty. She's got
brown hair, but she was thinking of bleaching it to be
like mine. Her tits are bigger though, you should see
her Mom, she's--
Jeez, would you lighten up? Just let me tell
the story.
Anyway, Becca comes over, and we go over to
Scott's. He's wearing the same clothes he had on the
day before. He did that a lot unless I bitched at him
about it.
Yeah, I even had to do his laundry sometimes.
Otherwise it wouldn't have gotten done. But anyway,
he lets us in, and I introduce Becca, but when I
mention last night, he gets all upset.
He goes, "Kaitlyn, you can't go talking about
drug shit like that. I don't want every kid in your
school banging on my door."
"We won't tell anyone, I promise. I just told
Becca. We're best friends."
"Okay, but nobody else. The last thing I need
is to get busted for giving pot to kids."
"You won't. So can we do some more?"
Now, I could see him thinking again, you know,
wondering what he might get out of us for it, except I
pretty much already had this sense that he was never
going to try anything. I could tell the age thing was
a problem for him. He would get nervous whenever we
flirted with him. Which we did a lot that afternoon.
I don't remember what else we did but get ripped with
him, but Becca and I were joking and laughing at each
other the whole time, and he just sat there on the
couch watching us.
Eventually, I lost track of time, because my Mom
came knocking on the door again. I thought she was
going to get mad or something, but she didn't really
seem to give a shit. In fact, she kind of started
flirting with Scott, too. Then she tells me she's
going out--big surprise--and to stay out of trouble.
So she disappears again and leaves the two of us with
Scott.
Finally, Becca has to go home, and I just hang
out with Scott watching TV. Usually I hate watching
TV on Saturdays because there isn't shit on that's any
good, but I was so wrecked by then that everything
seemed funny.
So later on, we were watching Saturday Night
Live, I think it was, and I was sitting with Scott on
the couch, and I start feeling really horny. It was
probably the pot, but whatever it was, I was getting
turned on. So I'm looking at Scott wondering if I
should do something, and I guess he saw me staring at
him, because he gets all nervous.
I reach out and start playing with his ponytail,
and he starts squirming next to me.
"Scott?" I go.
"What?"
I didn't answer him, because he turns his head
toward me, and I just decided to kiss him. I could
tell he was surprised, but he didn't exactly fight me
either. So we were kissing now, and I move a little
closer to him until he puts his arm around my neck. I
don't know how far we would have gotten that night, but
before we'd been kissing that long, I hear someone
knocking on the door.
Well, Scott just jumps up all embarrassed and
goes, "shit, shit," and I start laughing at him. Of
course it's my mom, and I was kind of pissed at her,
but I was also tired by then, so I went back home with
her without complaining too much. But I was still
horny when I went to bed, so I had to get myself off
thinking about Scott.
Oh, I knew you'd write that down, jeez. Do you
want to know how I did it? See, like this. Just my
middle finger. You can write that down, too. Fucking
perv.
No, all we did was kiss that night. I'll get
to that. Give me a chance.
Okay, so I call Becca the next morning and tell
her what happened, and of course she's all, "tell me
everything" and all, so I talked to her a while about
what we did. I went over to Scott's later that day,
but he was out, so I just went over to Becca's. I
didn't see Scott again until Monday after school.
I hadn't thought much about whether I wanted to
fuck him, but I decided that I did like him. Mainly I
liked getting stoned, though, and if that meant fooling
around with him, fine. Plus the way he acted when I
flirted with him was funny. So when I got home that
day, I thought I'd dress up a little for him. I took
off my bra and just wore this spaghetti-strap top I
had, plus a skirt that goes with it. I was feeling
pretty daring by that point, so I took off my panties,
too. I wasn't planning on letting him see me, but I
thought it would be fun.
Yeah, go on and drool. Don't think I can't see
you there.
Anyway, I go over to Scott's, and he's home this
time. I see him checking out my tits when he opens the
door, but he doesn't say anything. He knows the drill
by now and gets out his bong. Once we do a load a
piece, I'm starting to get really horny again, and I
can't stop thinking about how I don't have any panties
on. I know Scott can tell something is up, even as
ripped as he is, because he keeps checking me out like
he doesn't know what to do.
Eventually I realize that if anything is going
to happen, I'm going to have to do it, so I crawl down
the couch until I'm right next to him. I sit on my
feet and just stare at him, sticking my tits out a
little. He's really nervous now, but he still doesn't
say anything.
So I just go, "I heard pot makes sex a lot
better."
I can tell he's thinking about it now, because
he looks me over again, and then goes, "Uh . . ."
I just laugh at him and say, "I've had sex."
"You have?"
"Sure . . . just not with guys."
Oh yeah, that's what I said. I knew that would
get your attention. Jesus Christ, what is it about
guys and that shit? I swear, if I think about two guys
getting it on, I want to barf.
No, I'm not a fucking lesbian. I'm into guys,
just Becca and I like to fool around sometimes. What?
What the fuck does that have to do with anything, when
did it start? I don't remember. We just started get-
ting off together when we were about thirteen, and
worked our way up from there. Jesus, you're writing
this down, too. You're going to take this home and
beat off to it tonight, aren't you? Don't look at me
like that. I know all guys do it, even old guys like
you.
All right, all right. Scott got all worked up
just like you guys did, and I started laughing at him.
I go, "Does that turn you on?" and he goes, "with who?
Becca?"
I go, "Yeah."
"Seriously?"
"Yep."
Now I can tell he's getting really turned on,
but he still doesn't move. So I climb over and sit
right in his lap, facing him, and then pull off my top.
His eyes bug out, and I let him stare at my tits for a
second or two before I kiss him. At this point, he
stops trying to pretend he's not into this, and he
starts playing with my tits.
So, if it's possible, I get even more turned on,
and about then I realized I was about to fuck him.
Other than with Becca, I'd never gone this far with
anyone, and I got a little nervous. But Scott's not
paying attention anyway, and pretty soon he's sliding
a hand up my skirt.
When he figures out I don't have any panties on,
he gets all shocked again, which makes me start laugh-
ing. But he's pushed my skirt up enough that I might
as well be naked, and that's enough to keep him going.
So he picks me up and carries me into the bed-
room, and when he puts me down, I get out of what
little clothes I have left. He undresses, and that
basically is when we fucked, the first time at least.
Oh come on, you're shitting me. What does it
matter what we did? Oh. Really? So, like if I blew
you, then fucked you, you'd get busted twice? Huh.
Okay, well, after we kissed for a while, he
started sucking my tits, which I get off on, then he
went down on me. He went really crazy on me like that,
and I had to finally stop him when I thought he was
going to kill me doing it. He's really good at that.
Better than Becca, which I could never figure out.
You'd think a girl would be better, since she's got
the equipment, you know? Anyway, after he got me off
about four times, I had to stop him to catch my breath.
I think he expected me to blow him that first
time, but I wasn't really in the mood. You kind of
have to be in the mood to stick your face in someone
else's crotch, right?
Jesus, you guys get embarrassed so easily. I
blew him a lot after that, though, if you care.
So once I caught my breath, and he figured out
I wasn't going down on him, he put on a rubber and got
on top of me. I was still pretty ripped, plus having
just come about four or five times, so I just lay there
and let him do it. It didn't hurt that much, really.
It might have hurt more if I hadn't been stoned,
though.
So, now we're fucking, right? Once I get used
to it, I start thinking, this feels pretty good, and
then I'm thinking, shit, this feels really good. Then
a few minutes into it, I realize I'm going to come,
which I really didn't expect, but as soon as I start
coming, I guess Scott could tell, because he starts
coming too, and then we're both thrashing around and
moaning and everything. And that was that. My first
fuck. Is that what you wanted to hear?
Was that it? No. We fucked again about half
an hour later, after we smoked another load. It does
make a difference, you know? Being ripped when you
come. But I guess you guys will never know, huh?
Okay, well after that, it was getting late, so
I went back across the hall so I'd be home when my mom
got back, plus I wanted to call Becca. And of course
the first thing I said was, "I just fucked Scott." She
doesn't believe me at first, but eventually I convince
her. So of course she wants all the gory details,
which I'm happy to share. Then she wants to know if
she can come over the next afternoon.
I go, "Why, do you want to fuck Scott, too?"
And she goes, "What if I do?"
"Then fuck him. I don't care. He's not my
boyfriend."
Oh, you didn't know about that? Oops. Oh,
well, too late. Does it make a difference? Huh. Well,
yeah, he did fuck her, too. Do you want to hear about
that?
Yeah, it was the next day. Becca comes home
from school with me, and we go straight to Scott's.
He's home studying, he goes to class in the mornings,
you know, so we all sit down in the living room and
start getting toasted.
I can tell that he doesn't know what to think
about her being there, 'cause I knew he wanted to fuck
me again, and he probably thought that would be tough
with Becca around. So, since I know we don't have all
that much time before our folks get back from work,
once we're all ripped, I just go, "Do you want to fuck,
Scott?"
He gets all embarrassed and surprised like he
does, but me and Becca just start laughing at him. I
get up and start dragging him toward the bedroom, and
Becca helps me, and by then, he's got this really
stupid grin on his face, you know, like he just hit the
lottery or something. Becca is out of her clothes in
about two seconds, and Scott can't take his eyes off
her tits, which I said before are pretty good.
I don't believe it. You actually wrote that
down. What does that say? "Becca = big tits"? Jesus.
What does that have to do with anything?
Can we take another break or do you want to hear
more about Becca's tits? Because I have to piss,
that's why. Okay, I'll be right--
BREAK
--we ready? Is that thing on? Where were we?
Oh, right. So Scott and Becca start getting it on, and
he goes down on her like he did with me.
What? I was just on the bed next to them. Yes,
naked, what did you think I was going to do? Stay
fully clothed while the two of them were fucking?
Sheesh.
So Becca is thrashing around like she does when
she gets off, and once he's done with her, she immedi-
ately slides down the bed and gobbles him up. I watched
her sucking him for a minute or so before I decided I
didn't want her to have all the fun, so we started
taking turns on him. I don't think we really knew what
we were doing that first time, because he kept stopping
us and telling us what to do.
God, you're unbelievable. I don't remember what
he said. Something like use your tongue more, don't
bite it, that kind of shit.
Anyway, he pulls us off eventually and rolls
Becca on her back. I decide I want to watch them, so
I roll over so I could see just what he was doing. He
puts on a rubber and slips into her. Becca goes, "Ow!"
once, but doesn't stop him. And after that they just
fucked for about five minutes.
When Scott is done, I can tell Becca didn't get
off with him, so I reach down and start playing with
her. Becca starts giggling, especially when Scott
notices and gets all bug-eyed. I thought that was
really funny, so I go down on her just to watch his
reaction. And he gets all excited, especially when
Becca starts getting off.
No, that wasn't all. Scott and I fucked once
he got another boner, then Becca and I got it on again
just because he got excited about it. But after that
we had to go home.
Then what? Well, Becca and I went over to
Scott's just about every day after school, and we'd
get high and usually fuck afterwards. I don't know
how many times. Jesus, do you think I was counting?
How long? I guess, a month maybe, or a little
longer. You add it up, I suck at math. Yeah, that
sounds about right. Like I said, we did it practically
every day.
Yeah, she did. I guess she told you about that.
I still don't know how she got in. I guess the door
didn't latch or something. But anyway, there I am in
bed with Scott, you know, I was sitting there trying
to suck him off, and I look up and there's Mom standing
there watching me. I was so ripped that I just stared
at her for a couple of seconds before remembering I
still had Scott's dick in my mouth. For some reason,
I thought it was really funny. But she starts scream-
ing and Scott gets all embarrassed and upset, and Mom
grabs me by the arm and drags me across the hall into
our apartment.
Yeah, I was still naked. I was stoned enough
not to care. I just lay where she dropped me on the
floor and couldn't stop laughing for like ten minutes,
even after she called you guys.
Love? I don't know. I think love is a lie.
It's just a way for people to fuck with your head. But
he was okay. A little goofy, but okay. Becca and I
would talk about it at night, I told her once, "Guys
are so stupid. Here Scott is giving us all this free
pot and free food and shit, and all we have to do is
lie on our backs for fifteen minutes."
But Becca said, "He's probably thinking the same
thing, you know, 'Girls are so stupid, I just get them
stoned and they let me fuck them silly.'" So I can't
quite figure it out, you know? Who was dumber.
Even with all this, yeah. So he's in jail. My
mom has gone postal, and Becca's folks think this whole
thing is my fault. They're probably not going to let
us be friends anymore, which really sucks.
So is that it? Can I go now? At least shut
that fucking thing--
END TAPE
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