2013

"Gypsy C. Lopez?"

A woman wearing red framed glasses called, opening the large hand carved monogamy door that led to the office. Looking up, a young man with a golden tanned complexion looked up, her eyes in the shape of big almonds, such a light brown that almost resembled honey. Her hair was dark brown, thick, and done up in a bun, with two perfectly curled strands on each side of her face framing it. She had high cheekbones, and wore a black and wine red styled colored dress with flowing sleeves, and black tights, with matching heels. The dress was flowing, but didn't completely mask her slim, toned body. She took her purse, leather, and fixed the strap on her shoulder, before smiling, her face wearing very little makeup since she honestly didn't need it. She had a dark exotic beauty about her. The kind of girl you would stop twice on the street to look at. Rising, she walked across the hardwood floor towards the woman, who led her through the door, and inside the office.

Later...

The older gentleman who sat behind the desk smiled kindly, before looking across at this beauty of a woman sitting in the seat across from him.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Coffee?"

"No thank you, I'm fine."

"Well, then I guess we'll begin. I own one of the biggest networks in the country. From what I've seen, you scheduled this appointment nearly two years ago in advance. So, I must ask...are you an inspiring model? Actress?"

The woman smirked before shaking her head.

"Your network is only part of what I'm interested in. Your articles, books, and stories have also got my attention. I understand you have written about some of the country's biggest crimes, several times setting the record straight. You are one of the most respected journalists of our time. So that's why I picked you."

The man, who was in his mid sixties, old, yet still handsome with silver peppered hair, sat back, a very amused smirk on his face before crossing his arms.

"Is that so?"

The woman nodded.

"Yes. I need you to write about my father. There have been several books written about him and his case. There was only a few mentions of myself and my mother, but nearly everyone dismissed it, or simply didn't want to believe we existed. My mother has passed, and did a good job acting as if she wasnt involved with my father. But she was, and I feel now...that I'm on my own, I owe it to her...and to him that the truth be told."

The man raised an eyebrow, staring, still looking amused.

"Alright Ms. Lopez, I'll bite. Who is your father?"

"My legal name is Gypsy C Lopez...the C stands for Cunanan...I'm Andrew Cunanan's daughter."

1994

Andrew felt depressed. He was still on the lookout for another older suitor. The male escort agency didn't help, and he was personally seeking out his own options. Currently they were all resulting in dead ends. Frustrated, he continued living with his sad excuse of a mother, who he was now completely certain was mentally unhinged. He was still working at the drug store, and he was still watching life pass him by, broke, angry, and lonely. He had the day off, and instead of sticking around that small depressing apartment, he decided to run a few errands, before hitting up the bar downtown and try to numb this headache he was getting. Flecks was one of his favorite spots, open twenty-four hours. He went in, waved to the bartender, before ordering a gin and tonic. Sitting there, listening to the soft music playing in the background, which as soon as the sunset would start cranking along with the dancers. Durning the day only a few of the regulars would hang around, meeting up with friends before heading to lunch. Andrew sat in jeans and a black button down shirt, playing with his straw in his glass, playing with the ice.

"Andrew! I thought that was you!"

Turning, Andrew raised an eyebrow behind his horn rimmed glasses, before he saw Josh, one of the many regulars at the bar who actually knew him as Andrew Cunanan, not Andrew DeSilvia. Josh was a cute guy, worked at a real-estate agency, and usually showed up to the club at odd hours. Josh walked over, giving Andrew a hug, before clapping him on the back and sitting beside him. Josh motioned to the bartender.

"A scotch for myself and a double for Andy please."

The bartender nodded, before Andrew smiled, turning on the stool towards him.

"How are you?"

"Good, just taking the day off, waiting on friends for later to meet up for dinner. You?"

"Well, actually I was hoping I would see you later tonight, but as luck would have it you were here during my lunch break."

Andrew smiled, looking partly confused.

"You were looking for me?"

Josh nodded.

"Yep, in fact you were the first person that came to mind when this little 'problem' arose."

"Problem?"

Josh laughed and waved his hand.

"No, nothing bad...but, how would you like to make a thousand dollars, tax free, and under the table?"

Andrew now looked interested.

"Um..."

"Don't worry, it's nothing against the law...but, I know a friend. She's a hairdresser, a total firecracker, but she's only been able to be in the country for the last few months on a visa. She needs a green card. She's absolutely stunning...and the only way she can stay in the states without paying a shit ton of money, or jumping through loops is to get married."

"Married?"

Josh nodded as their drinks were brought to them. Sipping his scotch, he smiled.

"Yeah, she's really smart and did her research. I would do it myself, but...I actually have done it before."

"Get out!"

"Yep, my friend Rose, three years ago. Legally on paper, we're actually still married. We'll divorce once she wants to get married, but until then it's been smooth sailing. Jerry, remember Jerry? He's my lawyer buddy and he did up the paperwork. I owed Rose a favor, and we went down to city hall and got it done when she needed a green card. No questions, plain and simple."

"Aren't you afraid of..."

"Like I said Jerry took care of everything. Rose isn't like that, and neither is this girl, but he makes it so in case they get weird they can't touch anything of ours, not that there's much to take. Still, it works out and I actually get a break tax and insurance wise. I haven't spoken to her in forever...if you ask me that's the perfect marriage."

"So...you get married, and they can stay in the states?"

"Yep, plain and simple...easy way to make money. I thought of you when she told me about her little problem and I figured you might be interested. I mean a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars plain and simple."

Andrew made a face, sitting back.

"I don't know..."

"Trust me, this girl is a sweetheart and said besides the day you actually get married she wouldn't bother you. She's such a dear, and she's been a wreck since all of this started. I really would hate to see her get kicked out while these crack head whores stay around not giving a single shit. Plus she's a knock-out and that's coming from a gay man like me."

He reached into his blazer, and produced a photo.

"Here she is..."

He slid the photo across the bar towards Andrew.

"It was taken at her apartment, she had a party a few weekends ago. She's so much fun, and one of the best hairdressers ever. I tell her all the time she could be a stylist...like in LA or New York."

Andrew looked down at the photo and saw it was taken of a pretty Spanish girl, with green eyes which he had never seen before besides models in magazines. She was tall, black hair, tanned skin, and ruby red lips. She wore black shorts, and a tank top and heels, posing, and laughing. Instantly Andrew continued staring down at it, almost transfixed. The shape of her eyes instantly got him. She was gorgeous...in fact, she reminded him of someone. That's when it clicked. Him. Yes, that was it. She looked just like him had he been born a woman. Smiling, he picked the photo up and stared at it closer. It was uncanny. In fact, it was downright insane. She looked as if she could be related to him more than her actual sisters. He kept looking at it before Josh waved his fingers in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Whoa. Andy...don't tell me you play for the other team now huh?"

He laughed, before Andrew gave a very embarrassed smile and took one last look at the photo before handing it over. Waving it for a second, he smirked and raised his eyebrows.

"She's very beautiful, like a model."

"I'm sure one day she'll be posing for Mr. Ford in Versace clothing...but until then she's a down on her luck stylist who needs somebody to marry. I wouldn't just ask anyone, so you ready to make some easy cash?"

Andrew thought about it for a second. Currently he was working at the drug store, living in that tiny depressing apartment with his mother, and night after night striking out, and going home alone while his friends who lived such normal morning lives found company. He felt humiliated. He had been dancing around with the idea of finding an older man, and was in the middle of some heavy duty research. Still, at the moment no leads were turning up. He was furious with how hard things were going, and knew he really could use that grand. He was beginning to really get a taste for drugs, and his hidden habit was getting expensive. A thousand could also be used in several different ways to maybe get him started on his mission to find a rich old fool to give him the life he knew he deserved. He smiled, knowing the irony of it all that maybe his stepping stone into the life he always wanted, would be to actually make his mother's dreams come true and marry a woman. Seeing that most of his life had been a life, why not this?

"Let me see the photo..."

Smirking, Josh handed him the photo back, and Andrew held it in his hand, looking at the photo in silence for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, I'll do it."

Josh grinned.

"Fantastic!"

Andrew smiled, before making a face and smirking.

"As long as my mother doesn't find out. Jesus Christ the scene she would cause."

Both men laughed since Josh was vaguely aware of Andrew's mother after a run-in a few months ago leaving the market. Andrew was furious with embarrassment, but Josh said his father was the same exact way. Since then there had been an unspoken respect, but Josh didn't attract Andrew even in the slightest. He believed it was because Josh actually knew the truth about him. He couldn't be fooled by his stories. Andrew sighed, before Josh clapped him on the shoulder.

"Okay, here..."

Andrew was taken out of his gaze down at the photo when he saw Josh open his wallet and start counting ten hundred dollar bills on the bar.

"Whoa! You have it on you?!"

Josh nodded.

"Yep, she gave it to me in cash today."

"Trusting young lady huh?"

Josh shrugged.

"She knows I wouldn't screw her over. She was convinced you were going to say no anyways. She's so sweet. How about I call you tonight. We're thinking the faster we do this the better. You down to head over to city hall this Saturday or are you working?"

Andrew shook his head. Surprised that this was all ready moving so quickly. Still, seeing the cash laid out like that, he knew they could have said he needed to do this in an hour and he would be ready to go.

"No, I'm not. What time?"

"Let me talk with her, but we'll say noon. We'll grab a bite at Calforina Cuisine, and it will be done."

Andrew nodded.

"Okay, perfect..."

Josh smirked, before sliding the money over to Andrew. Knowing it was in poor taste to count out in the open, he slid it and grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, and put the money inside. The two made small talk for a bit, before finally Josh paid for their drinks, knowing he needed to get back, before sliding off the stool, and clapped him again on the shoulder.

"Talk to you tonight."

Nodding, Andrew watched him go, before sighing. Smiling and shaking his head, knowing how downright insane this was. Still, a thousand was a thousand. He figured the next time he saw Jeff, he might twist some details around and say he was doing this as a favor, not mentioning the money or arrangement. He knew this was just another shocking detail, that might even make him more appealing and interesting to men. The fact he had married a woman to help a friend out in need. Smiling, he motioned to the bartender, and ordered another drink. Suddenly he was in a very good mood.

That night...

Andrew's mother was in the living room knitting and watching her stories that evening. Andrew had come home slightly buzzed from his time at the bar, and knew he needed to get home before the regular crowd wandered in. He paid his tab, and came home in an actual really good mood. All ready his mind was zipping in circles over what he would spend and use it on. His mother of course asked him what he wanted for dinner, and Andrew said he needed to take a shower, and take a very important phone call in a bit for a job interview. As soon as Mary's eyes lit up, Andrew shot her a very annoyed look, and told her he would eat later, and didn't want to be bothered. As always, like a church mouse, she lowered her head, and put her TV, keeping the volume down. Andrew went straight to his room, and grabbed shorts and a T-shirt. Clothes he truly would only save for being in the privacy of his apartment. He went down the hall, shaved, and took a nice. hot shower. As the water poured down on him, he shut his eyes, and thought of the photograph. Surprisingly enough, he began to get an erection. His slicked back wet hair, and his smooth actual muscular body sleek from the water he was using. Lately he had been working out, wanting to be in the best physical shape whenever he met this older man that he hoped would take care of him. He looked down at his penis amused, before wrapping his hand around it and giving it a gentle squeeze. Instantly he felt that same tingling start to build as he slowly started to stroke himself. Taking deep breaths, using his free hand pressed up against the shower wall, he continued tugging away, as hot steaming water ran down his body.

He kept thinking of the photograph, but instead of seeing this mysterious woman, he saw himself. He saw himself dressed sexy, and appealing to all these handsome men. Looking exactly as he wanted, and being welcomed for who he was and what he felt. Suddenly he felt the tingling in his balls, as the very thought of him marrying someone entered his mind. Just the look of shock on Jeff's face was enough to make him strongly climax. Snapping his eyes shut, he stiffened a cry, as his full lips formed a perfect shaped "O" as he orgasmed, feeling it spurt out. His head feeling light, he took a second, before looking down. This was the first time he ever pleasured himself to something as close to the idea of a woman. He never wanted to be a woman, and had just for fun with Lizzy his best friend tried on a dress, but he found it frustrating that women had it so easy, while gay men like himself struggled. He knew he was attractive, and this woman right away sparked something inside of him. Afterwards, he dried off and changed, before going straight into his bedroom, not even bothering to check in on his mother. Once inside, he flopped on the bed, combing his wet hair, and using his blow dryer. After, he put on a tape, and laid on his bed listening to music before the phone rang. Picking it up, fixing his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he laid back.

"Hello?"

Josh's voice came from the other end, sounding zippy and excited.

"Hey! Sorry it took me so long. So I talked with her, noon work for you?"

"Yeah perfect."

"Okay, I'll be the witness and like I said we'll grab a bite to eat afterwards."

Andrew shifted his weight on the bed, feeling curious.

"How did she react?"

"She's excited, she wanted to meet you before hand but her work has been brutal. Saturday is seriously the only day she isn't working, let alone working a double shift."

"So...she's excited?"

"Yeah, she kept asking me to describe you. She was being really cute."

Andrew raised an eyebrow.

"She knows...I'm gay right?"

"Of course, I think she just wants to match a face to the cutie pie I keep talking about otherwise known as Andrew. Don't worry she'll love you. Now Saturday, city hall, noon okay?"

"Sounds good."

Hanging up, Andrew laid back and suddenly felt very nervous. He couldn't explain why, but the very fact he was going through with this, kept his mind on for the reminder of the night.

That Saturday...

Andrew was nervous. He had gotten up early, and had spent the last several hours getting ready. His mother was at church with a few of her friends who lived nearby, and he was grateful she was out of his hair. He had showered, shaved, and dressed in cream colored dress slacks, a black dress shirt, and Navy blue blazer. He spent nearly a half an hour styling his hair, before nodding, happy with the results, and headed out. The entire time he waited, he found himself unable to stop nervously tapping his foot. Finally he heard his name called by Josh's voice.

"Andrew?"

Andrew turned, and instantly felt frozen in his tracks. Standing next to Josh was a beautiful woman, the same woman from the photo he had seen a few days earlier. She looked just as nervous as he did, standing in a cream colored sundress, tied at the neck, showing off her very tanned, and slim body. She had lace up cream colored matching heels, and a white ribbon that was tied in her hair. Somebody it wasn't over the top, in fact she looked more beautiful than most brides. He couldn't believe in person how beautiful she was. Her makeup was light, and she had dangling earrings on, gently catching in the light. She nervously shifted from one heel to the other, holding onto tightly her clutch purse. Josh and her walked over as Josh pulled him in for a hug.

"Andrew! Great to see you! Let me introduce you to my good friend Gina. Gina this is Andrew."

Gina smiled and let her hand out.

"Nice to meet you Andrew. Sorry if this is so awaked but you are completely saving me right now."

Her voice was smoky sounding, and Andrew was surprised at how firm her handshake was. He handed her the small bouquet of flowers he had picked up earlier. He had gotten them at the fanciest flower shop downtown. Purple and dark blue orchids, with a fire lily in the middle. Somehow by the one photograph he had seen of her, he picked these flowers off by whatever reminded him of her. She actually looked touched and took them before bringing them to her face and closing her eyes smelling them. Opening her eyes, she smiled.

"Nobody has ever given me flowers before. These are gorgeous."

"I find a stunning woman like yourself never getting flowers hard to believe."

Gina made a face and laughed gently. "

"You would be surprised."

Andrew laughed instantly relaxed, actually giving her eye contact, as the two stared at each other. Smiling, Andrew admired how truly beautiful she was this close. She smelled nice, and had tiny dangling earrings on. She was for sure the kind of woman Andrew admired, and knew right away would have been the kind he would have liked to be friends with. She dressed the part, and didn't lead on that she was desperate and broke. Instead, her clothes were in fashion, her makeup done right, and her hair perfect. Right away she blushed slightly, and motioned to her sundress.

"Sorry, I know this isn't a real wedding but I figured at the rate I'm going this might be my only chance to pretend and wear white."

Josh cackled at her joke, while Andrew just continued to smirk, before gently taking her hand, and turning it over. Kissing the top, he smiled. Instantly, he saw in her eyes that she was charmed. She smiled, cocking her head to the side before Andrew smiled back at her.

"I wouldn't expect my bride to wear anything less beautiful. Now I hear we have some paperwork to fill out then we go upstairs. Shall we?"

He offered his arm like a true gentlemen, and Gina smiled, slipping her arm into his. Looking down at her, he couldn't help but smile. Her perfume smelled wonderful, and standing this close to her, he saw how truly exotic and downright gorgeous she looked. She held onto his arm tightly, and the two began walking downstairs towards the clerk's office, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Walking with her, Andrew couldn't explain it, but the strangest fluttering feeling had begun deep down in his stomach. He was giddy with excitement, and knew it wasn't the perk he had crushed earlier and snorted to calm his nerves. He smiled walking with her, as she gazed up in his direction. Right away, they laughed, and Andrew felt as if he had known her his entire life.

Later...

"Do you Gina, take Andrew to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part as long as you both shall live?"

Gina stood across from Andrew less than an hour later, nervously smiling, and blushing. She held the flowers he had given her, while Josh stood off to the side. The judge was reading to them their vows. The entire time downstairs as they filled out paperwork, Andrew and Gina sat close to each other, and kept glancing at each other and giggling like a couple of kids. Both wired on excitement. Gina smiled.

"I do."

"And do you Andrew, take Gina to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part as long as you both shall live?"

Andrew smiled.

"I do."

"Then by the city of San Diego, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Andrew had originally planned on giving her a polite kiss on the cheek. Instead in the moment, he smiled and stepped forward, taking hold of Gina, and kissing her full on the lips. He had only kissed a girl back in high school as just fun. Right now, his heart was hammering in his chest, and he wanted to as always put on a great show His lips pressed against Gina's, slowly opening and closing, feeling her lips, which faintly tasted like peaches. He smiled through the kiss with her, before their mouths opened, and he felt her tongue flicker against his. Wanting to be the showman, he gently took hold of her like a classic Hollywood movie, Here, he continued smiling through the kiss, before dipping her, loving the cheers and reactions he was getting from Josh and the judge as they clapped. Standing her back upright, he broke the kiss, a little breathless, before smiling across at her. Both stared at each other for a second, before Gina lipped the words

"Thank you." to Andrew.

Later...

"Here's a toast to the beautiful married couple. Mr. and Mrs. Cunanan!"

Josh announced as he raised his champagne glass at the bar where the three of them were having brunch. The wait staff, all good friends of Andrew clapped, surrounding them, as they laughed, and raised their own glasses and toasted. Before they drank, Andrew smiled looking at Gina and motioned to her with his glass.

"To my beautiful bride!" Gina smiled, putting her hand on her chest before motioning back to him with her glass.

"To my handsome husband!" Everyone laughed as they drank before one of the waiters that knew Andrew made Gina and Andrew pose for a photo together. Andrew made her sit on his lap, as she put her arms around him laughing. The first she kissed his cheek, the next he kissed hers, and the last they sat head against head smiling. Andrew thanked the waiter and kept the camera before the wait staff returned to their tables. Smiling, enjoying the excitement and attention, Andrew felt the happiest he had in what seemed like forever. He was enjoying hamming it up, and knowing he had been the white knight in this issue. Brunch had been wonderful, and he learned a little bit about Gina. He kept things vague about himself, since Josh was there, but definitely wanted to make Gina believe she had "married" a complete catch. He knew he was wowing her with his tall tales and stories, making sure she heard every word of how cultured he was and intelligent. She hung onto everything he said, and seemed fascinated by him. Finally the hour grew late, and Josh said he had to take Gina back home. Andrew insisted to pay the bill, and while Josh ran to get the car, both Andrew and Gina stood together, shortly after sunset on the sidewalk. Andrew wore his glasses, and nervously had his hands in his pockets. Gina still held her flowers and smiled, taking a deep breath and looking at him.

"Thank you so much Andrew, you have no idea how much trouble I was in. Now I can actually have a chance at staying here. You made that happen."

"It was my pleasure."

Gina smiled looking at him, before sighing.

"Well, thank you...I'm proud to say my husband is handsome, smart, funny, charming, and has a very exotic last name that goes with my name perfectly." Andrew laughed at this before he kissed her hand.

"Gina Cunanan does have a ring to it."

Gina laughed before staring at him.

"Thank you Andy, it was nice meeting you."

Gina stood on her tip toes, and gave Andrew a peck on the cheek. Just then Josh pulled up honking the horn. Gina smiled staring at him, before she nodded, and held the flowers up.

"Thanks again Andrew..."

Turning, she hurried to the car. Andrew stood back smirking, before he raised his hand to them before they pulled away. Now left alone, he couldn't help but smile. He was certain he would never see her again, but it was pretty cool to do this today, and the money had been well worth it. Sighing, he knew this would just be yet another thing he could use picking up men. He would develop the photos from today, and use them as a pick up with any guys he wanted to meet. Someone lying about being straight or bi always got him to score, or at least be interested in. He smiled, looking up at the light colored night sky, and turned walking down the sidewalk, still years away from his violent rampage.