My marriages & divorces in the '90s

To continue where I left off yesterday (I think I should have cut that post off @ "Editors Note", but the website wouldn't let me cut & paste, so here is the last set of girls to try to wrestle the high profile of Jeremi Wilks. In 1990, a rash of women, some straight out of college, some still in, took offers from Uncle Sam to try & wed me, then convince me to share the passcodes toa set of bank vaults somewhere on my property. The offer was: wed Wilks, get him to share the passcodes w/ you, find the vaults, gain access, get some evidence, leave the property & find any local law enforcement office, to deliver the goods. If the goods are solid, & Wilks is convicted, you will get a handsome financial compenation. These vaults, ya'll, "rumors-held", held enough proof, all physical, to legitemately, beyond a reasonable doubt, connect me to every crime Uncle Sam has accused me of, & charged me w/. Who spread the rumors? No idea, but they were thick as molasses. These girls were as young as Katie is now, who, when I married the 1st slut, was 21. (Katie's 21 now, but the 1st slut I married in the 90s was 21 when we tied the knot). I really thought I had regained love of the Ilsa Goodwin or Alice Walker kind. The party lasted over a yr. As it turned out the girl I married in '90 was a mole for the FBI, as I later discovered on home surveillance footage. After a yr & a half, I gave her an ultimatum: either sign divorce papers, take a check for $5 million & accept a one way plane ticket to any city in the country closest to home, or face criminal charges of theft & corruption. She thought I was acting (I am quite a good actor (have 10 oscars, as of 2010, to prove it)). I told her no. I showed her the footage, then she got up, signed the divorce papers, & took the waiting taxi to a hotel, where I rented a penthouse suite. W/in yr of the divorce finalized, I met another girl. Dated for 6 months, wed, lived together for nearly 2 yrs, before I found her out too: another mole. Divorced the bitch, give her a few million. 6 months later another girl came along, same outcome. I was starting to think I was tainted (w/ murder charges being thrown @ me daily), girls liked dangerous men. They just weren't told HOW DANGEROUS. The rest of the decade went on like this. Every 6 months found a new love. Dated, married, lived together for a yr or 2 before divorcing. She couldn't seem to get me to fork over my personals, whatever THEY were. I really didn't know what she was asking for: the "passcodes" to a set of "5 bank vaults" somewhere on my property. She said she'd heard rumors, wanted to prove them right. As soon as the next 3 girls I wed asked that, I said, ask me again later, & you'll regard this marriage. W/in a month later, like clock work, they all did. Divorced them all. I married the last one in the summer of '98,divorced in the spring of 2000, a few months into the new millenium. Had a fairwell kiss on New Yrs that yr, even if neither of us knew it. We both probably thought it would be just another yr of marriage. I was once again single in y2k. Been single ever since, seeing how my past history turned out. Beat Taylor by one marriage. Sad isn't it? Still looking for love, even if all the ones I've had last decade were w/ girls Katies age (over the legal age to fuck, but still, Katies age) (Recall people, I may look & feel 29, but I can remember when news of the California Gold Rush broke out in 1849). I feel like political comic Bill Maher (he has only dated). I do have kids, don't get me wrong, but I am not married. I am still holding out hope to marry again; but this time, a southern belle the likes of Ilsa Goodwin, my 1st wife, or Alice Walker, my 3rd. Most of teh girls I dated & married after the mid-70s only want money or put me behind bars for murder, not caring if I was guilty or not. My friends say good luck, many of the southern belles today only like half of me (the politically conservative part). Not the liberal part, they won't accept both. Still looking people. Later.