This is a story that I heard today...
My boss has some friends, we'll call them Tom and Beverly. My boss actually knew Tom years before he met Beverly. He was going through a divorce and my boss had a crush on him. It never became more than a friendship, because my boss found out that he was getting a divorce because he left his wife (of 10 years) for his mistress (of 8 years) who was quite a bit younger than he was. At that discovery, my boss never looked at him the same, although she remained his friend and coworker for years.
Flash forward 4 or 5 years later, my boss finds out that Tom has left his mistress and has met Beverly and they were living together. They seemed like such a sweet couple, handsome, pretty, educated, high up in the corporate ranks...the perfect Ken and Barbie couple. About two years after the start of this relationship, my boss walks into a local grocery store and sees Beverly. Who has lost weight, her hair was messy and she just didn't look like her normal beautiful self. When my boss asked her what was wrong, Beverly mentions she's depressed because her and Tom broke up. She thought they'd get married, but she found out that Tom was looking at child porn on the internet and having several online affairs. With two 15 year old girls. Not only that, but that he'd attempted to meet the first one (but she got spooked and didn't show up) and had secretly purchased tickets to New Jersey to meet the second. When Beverly discovered this, she abruptly broke it off and kicked him out of the house. Remembering how Tom had had an affair on his first wife, my boss nodded and listened politely. She consoled Beverly by telling her she did the right thing. They hugged and parted. That was about 2 years ago.
Last month, my boss gets a call from Tom. It had been the first time they'd spoken in quite a few years. He mentions that he wants my boss to come over and do some interior design work at the house. In fact, he says, Beverly has been bugging him about calling my boss to do it personally. My boss is a little confused. Last she knew, Tom and Beverly were broken up. She laughs and says, "So how is Beverly doing?" Fine, fine, fine. We're getting married yanno? My boss pauses mid-smile. Yes, they were getting married on a Wednesday, before his Hewlett Packard health benefits closed down. You see, he was taking an early retirement that Friday, and would need to get Beverly listed on his retirement health plan. "Of course", my boss said and keeps smiling into the phone. They chat some more and schedule a time for her to arrive at the house for the design installation.
Last week, on installation day, my boss arrives to Tom and Beverly's beautiful Flower Mound home. Beverly still does not look like her "normal" beautiful self. She's never gained her weight back from the break up over two years ago. Instead of looking like Barbie, she looks more like Kate Moss, but with dark circles under her sunken eyes, brittle hair pulled back into a short ponytail, clothes wrinkled and no makeup. My boss is more than a little worried. Before she begins doing any design work around the home, Beverly pulls her aside into the east wing hallway.
"I know you understand that Tom and I have been through a lot these past couple years. You saw me at the worst I've ever been, but things have changed. Tom has changed. He's not the same man anymore. We've been through counseling and are going to a couple's recovery group. He's very devoted and asked me to marry him for a fresh start. I decided that the best thing was to give him another chance. Really, we're very happy."
My boss played along and told Beverly she was happy for her and really hoped things did work out. After a few more minutes of chat, Beverly left to run errands, leaving my boss alone to work. She prayed and cried the whole afternoon, while in the quiet of this huge, cold, empty multi-million dollar home.
My boss told me this story today. I couldn't not cry while she told me. I cry for those little girls Tom tried to meet. The second of whom I have no idea if he ever met up with. I cry for Beverly myself. I want to shake her, scream at her, tell her to run. But Tom makes way too much money and provides way too much physical comfort for her to say no. I know someday, once again, she'll come face to face with the fact that her husband likes to hunt down little girls on the internet with the hopes of having sex with them. I hope her new big house, Mercedes, and country club membership are worth it. And I hope he burns in hell.
You have access to this man's name, number, address. You have no proof he does anything illegal with little girls. What do you do? What can you do?