I usually decide what I am going to write about on my drive in to work. There are tons of things that happen from the time I wake up until I lay back down and try to go to sleep. Most of the details about this crime and how it relates to me have been kind of glossed over. The truth of the entire matter is that I have a parasite named Lori LaFond and she has been using me as the host for her information, finances, sexual depravity and life for too long. The relationship between parasite and host is not uncommon, but when the person is using you to find and make more victims, the task can be daunting.
I think that most of the time I'm concerned for other people's health and welfare because I know that Lori uses me to find more victims. It is insane how jealous she gets and how voracious her appetite for meeting people that I know has become. I've heard that she has been this way before with other victims, but she's wanted me to live in this area for her to live off of for years.
The problem here is two fold. First there is the stealing of your intellectual property. I've already explained that whatever I think, she and her friends know. You have to adjust to finding out that everything you say and do is known to them. Then you have the problem about what she's done to other people that she "knows of" because you know them. I'm not responsible for what she does, but I would be negligent if I didn't tell people about it. Part of being a good host for a parasite like Lori rests on silence from the host. I don't want to be that person for her to use. I won't be quiet about it because I've seen the kind of damage she inflicts with what she has inside of her.
Like a tick with Lyme disease, Lori carries a variety of diseases with her. HIV, Hep C, syphilis, tuberculosis and most concerning is this bacterial staph infection that appears to get worse and worse because Lori refuses to see a doctor. Ticks that attach themselves to hosts can pass on Lyme disease and still survive. Lori is a lot like that. She fully knows and understands that she has these kinds of problems too, that is why she use to refrigerate her blood. It is completely not necessary for Lori to infect people when she implants them with her brother. The added factor of the disease is different than a tick. A tick doesn't consciously pick the host so that they can infect them. In Lori's case, she goes out of her way to ensure that the targets that she picks get the diseases that she has to offer. It's gross and inhumane. The intentional factor of her infections is well known too.
Locally, I am not sure how many of the kids got HIV or something else from her when the siblings implanted kids in the community of Sunfair Heights. I'm not about to suggest who got HIV and who didn't. That's none of my business. What I am telling you is that when I was 19, I was one of those kids. I was in my second year of college and I got brutally sick. It was so bad that by October of that year, I had to drop out of school and come back home to figure out what was wrong. This is 1987 and the AIDS crisis was in full bloom. I didn't have any way to explain how I became HIV positive because I hadn't had ANY sex and I NEVER have used needles. I was a person that got HIV without having any kind of incident that would have made me think it was possible.
I went to doctor after doctor while I lost an enormous amount of weight and had zero energy. At the time we thought Epstein Barr was what it was, but then someone suggested the HIV antibody test. I took it and a week later I became one of the many that was HIV positive. In those days we knew about Ryan White and the struggles that he had with discrimination and innuendo. He was a huge inspiration but he was also a warning too...if you get this disease you are going to die and people will shun you. Oddly enough, it was Lori LaFond that started telling people that I was HIV positive. Only family members knew and for the longest time the only possible explanation was a tattoo that I'd gotten for my fraternity. It was the only possibility, I thought. Lori even told my brother in law that I had HIV, he told her it was none of her business.
Later I would find out that Lori started telling people that I gave this disease to her brother too. That is a bald faced lie. I would have rather died than pass this disease on to anyone. I certainly was cautious not to. Lori spent many years using me and contacting people about this, but I knew that someone was doing that. How could Lori know anything about it? I certainly never talked to her about anything in my life, this would not have been the girl you would have spoken to knowing how she felt about gay men. She already made that very clear in high school while she followed me around trying to bully me.
It makes sense now that she was living in Warm Sands across the street from a friend of mine, that I introduced to Steven Frey. Yes, Steven and I were friends way back in 1987. Consequently, Steven would later be implanted then infected too. Roger was the name of the person that knew both Steven and myself, and coincidentally took me to a home in Cathedral City where Lori was living in a home on Treasure Chest Ave. What are the odds? My theory is that Roger was already implanted and when Lori found out that we were friends, she summoned him to that home. I would be raped and implanted that night without me knowing a single thing.
We can show that Lori was following me prior to my infection and during the period directly before and after that because of a stolen car license plate from my car that is personalized. "KEV BOND" was the plate I had in high school, but the registration sticker on it is 1987. I reported it stolen out of a parking lot at college. This plate is in Lori's possessions from back then. My school books, fraternity stuff and other things like name tags from where I was working were also found. This is a major connection between the period when I was healthy and when I got infected.
It is unclear to me when Lori was infected but it had to be prior to 1987 because she gave it to me. Lori graduated from high school in 1985 but had a boy in school still threatening me until I graduated in 1986. I believe now that he too was implanted and that she kept an eye on him because she wanted him to beat me up. He and I were friends all through school until that last year after Lori graduated. For no reason he just started in on me...and if Lori wasn't following him, he could have just told her, "Yeah I beat him up today," but Lori was listening in to everything.
There is no doubt that Lori was very promiscuous in high school. There is also no doubt that she was homophobic and was very vocal about it...to the point of almost being violent. It is not any stretch of my imagination that if she, contracted the AIDS virus that she would blame gay men for the rest of her life. That is an easy connection to make. I have no idea how she got it, but it is an early infection of this virus in women...and the early strain that she had back then was not very strong. It was strong enough to make me sick, but I would return to school the next year with people following me everywhere. This is when the terror began.
That's when the metaphorical tick became attached to me. It was also the beginning of many odd things happening. At first it was with the girls that I worked with. The employees at my job. My college girlfriend that I was NOT SEXUALLY INVOLVED WITH. Lori then began talking to my brother in law and sister about my drug useage after she had two friends of mine come in to my room and snoop around. These same two friends in Redlands would then end up, years later, directly across the street from my boyfriend Ashley and me. Coincidentally, my college girlfriend also was introduced to my then boyfriend which I found out about by walking through my front door to find them sitting on the couch together. This is just a small sample of what it was like with a parasite stealing information from me after she gave me "lyme" disease. She wasn't just interested in making me sick and spying on me, she wanted confrontations. That's what I've dealt with my whole life. Ambush after ambush...it is a never ending cycle with Lori and her friends.
So what I can tell you is that after infecting and implanting me, Lori wanted MORE. Like always she was fascinated with all things gay. It has been suggested to me that she wanted a gay man to sleep with her so that she could have someone to blame for her HIV infection, which tells me that she doesn't know where it actually came from. If she did, why not blame the guy that transmitted it to her? She doesn't know. She tried to make it me, but I'm not the least bit friendly with her or her brother, who I didn't even know was alive. Lori tells people that she is an only child. Blaming the gay community only made things worse for her. I don't know about her sexuality, but Jonathan told me she was a lesbian. So now you have a woman that loves women blaming men that love men. It tends to make the situation one of closeted sexuality and angst. Personally, I think "lesbian" is a compliment, but I'm much better adjusted than Lori is.
The second part of the problem is my circle of friends. Once Lori has followed me around long enough, she apparently began implanting and infecting my friends. Jonathan Mendenhall is my friend from back then and I believe he was targeted because of our friendship and his boyfriend, who was also a victim of this crime. When you start to see how many men were implanted, as the host, you know that it is centering around you. You can't stop her from doing that. She will literally go crazy if she doesn't know everything about everyone I know. She wants pictures of them and she researches them on Verizon's system to find out what kind of credit they have and if she can steal from them. So while the tick remains on me, she is able to learn things about my friends and go after them too. Surrogate hosts until she can have them in Palm Springs where they can be knocked out and implanted. The whole thing is all about stalking.
So here is the problem. How can I live any kind of life knowing that Lori is just waiting to poison anyone I know with her blood and staph infections? I really try to not be around anyone. If I am around my family members, Lori goes nuts. She's even had David and Missy contact my own sister for the "possible implantation" process by having her move into a home that David and Missy gave a key to Lori for. Lori called the owner of the home that my sister was living in and renting and pretended to make an offer to buy it. Of course that would allow Lori to go into the rental home and poison something like food or drink with her blood or drugs. When my sister was ready to move, the deal fell through and she stayed until Lori made another offer. Eventually my sister moved but while she was looking, Lori, Missy, David and Bessie suggested she move into a home where Lori was close to. This whole scenario is premeditated.
You can't imagine the things that Lori has done to hurt my sister and her kids. It's almost as bad as what I've dealt with and maybe it is worse. I don't know where she gets this "high school level" revenge thing from, but the toll it has taken is far too high. She's literally crazy.
I am smart, so Lori tries all kinds of things to find out what she can do to me. She'll ask open ended questions so that I will think of the answers for her. It's like having a serial rapist using my brain to try to find a way into the home that I live in. Think about it. I can't know the alarm code, where a spare key is, the address or anything like that or it gives her an advantage. Lori's lists of things that she thinks are "HERS" are based on things that I have or my family has that she wants. If they are mine, they instantly become "HERS" because she's stolen from me so many times in the past.
That's why my missing bank account was such a disappointment because I took steps to not know the account number or how much money exactly was in that account. If I did, Lori would try to steal it. When that didn't work they enlisted my sister's help without her knowing what she was doing. It's such a bullshit game of host and parasite. I don't want this girl around me and I refuse to pay her way any longer. I won't even befriend anyone so that she can sit in her home looking at my stolen yearbooks to find anyone that might help her. It's a tough life.
