IRS REVEALED
by Hon. E. Klimas

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September 21, 1990.

It was Friday, September 21, when she decided to storm me again. As I later find out, she packed her car with personal belongings, clothes, and was ready for the weekend. During the daytime she mentioned this to me, pressuring my decision to give her visitation right and permit to stay in my place. If you have never seen so much determination, here is a woman that will make you stunt. Nothing would make her to change a mind. Standing firmly by her own position, Roxanne announced her decision to move in with me. For the rest of the day I was hoping that she will abandon her idea, and perhaps that it was only her game. I did not know how fare away from the truth I was. When the day was over, Roxanne offered to take me back home. Remember that my car was still in a garage and my body shop appointment was coming on Saturday. The death sentence or not I had no better alternatives for the ride back home. The purpose of Roxanne's home invasion was sex of course with the possibility of moving in. That's what she intended to do, seduce me, play hard to make a sure that I will like it, and then move in. I guess I am stubborn, so I rejected her advances and this sex business all together. Soon after we got home, Roxanne was looking for my bed. The next thing I knew it, she was already in it. In my eyes, she was very ugly, and this whole affair so disgusting that I couldn't even look at her. I perceive her as an ugly, ugly and ugly. Don't think that if she would be a beauty, this situation would turn out differently. This whole lesbianism makes me ill. She was lying in my own bed, yet asking me to come over for sex. She wasn't changing her mind, neither was I. Eventually, she decided to tell me her story, like this supposes to convince me to her. Being forced to listen I seat there and pretended like this is of any interest to me. This was better than being sexually molested by her. For the next hour or so I listened to her whole life. The characters were: her abusive father, a crazy maniac that f...ck her and her lesbian spouse. Taking me by compassion, I guess was the program but it did not worked on me. I don't have any sympathy for people just because some things did not worked out. Certainly, I don't become a lesbian just because some things did not worked out for Roxanne. Live goes on, who said that life is easy. You have to learn to overcome those kinds of obstacles; it is a part of growing and maturing versus becoming a lesbian. I do not know that homosexualism could be consider a solution to personal or social problems. Finally, she starts to cry and I did not know what I am going to do with psycho women. It turned out that it was a bedtime, she couldn't get anything from me, therefore, she decided to go to bed, my bed of course. I had to decide something for myself, what to do with my body and where I was going to sleep. Not many opportunities were available to me. Having only one bedroom, which was now occupied by Roxanne, I had in my disposition only living room extended by the kitchen. My only sleeping furniture in the living room was a big IKEA chair. Not really suitable for overnight sleeping. I was surely furnished for a single person only. I decided to sleep on the floor. I could not sleep anyway thinking that Roxanne will get up at night and come to me to have a sex. I spent the whole night with my eyes closed but my ears open, listening for the slightest noise, ready to jump. I closed the door to my bedroom, just in case, so I could hear it, when Roxanne would be browsing around. My bed must be a good place to take a nap because the night passed as a quite and undisturbed. The next morning the story unfolded and problems escalated. I waked up angry and tired from uncomfortable floor's bed and made my mind to remove Roxanne from my apartment on that Saturday, either voluntarily or with the use of force, by asking the Complex Manager for the intervention. Looking back, I don’t know why I never considered using the police to do that. Few explanation would be reasonable; I was not sure whether they can help me, Roxanne was my Manager at work and I was hoping for peaceful resolution, and one most important fact is that this was my first encounter of that nature and I was not sure, or I did not know how to deal with it. Glenda Bomboff, the landlady, helped me finally on that day to get rid of this horny lesbian, but not before she chased me around the whole town of Long Beach. In the morning I took my car to the Firestone for repairs. It took a while but the car was done and I could drive it. A little window was still missing in the car, casualty of the mobsters, but at least I could drive it and get it to the window repair shop next. While driving back home from the repair shop I decided to evade Roxanne on the streets of Long Beach, but she was experienced I guess in her pursuit. I was not able. My only chance was to leave her outside the gate. The automatic gate to the basement of the building was my only hope. I rushed to get to the building, open the gate, get in to the garage, and have the gate quickly close. Oh, was I naive to think that this horniest horny woman will let me get away. I have not reached the garage yet, and there she was right behind me. I parked my car in the garage, so is Roxanne, not even concerned with the fact that she was blocking other tenant's parking space. I decided that is time to step in and tell her to get out. I did, but she had no intention on leaving. I've told her to get her things and leave it. She resisted, and finally got me so upset that I screamed at her to go away and leave me alone. The Manager came into the garage and wants to know what has happened. I told her briefly that Roxanne who is my supervisor at work is a lesbian and she wants sex while visiting me. I've told the Manager that I need help to remove Roxanne from the premises, forcibly if necessary. Roxanne in the meant time made threats to me that indicate obvious "trouble" at work. After long "verbal struggle" between the Manager and Roxanne in the garage, Roxanne decided to leave but not before I wanted to call a police. Nothing seemed to work on her, no please, no "threat of police," no screaming, nothing, but eventually she left. Don't think that this is end of this story, oh no, this was just the beginning and I was about to find out on Monday morning at work. She remained my Manager at work, and this opened the gate for her to retaliate against me, simply by "writing me up," giving false statements, making accusation and soliciting information to co-employees around the office. You have to learn the setting of the Santa Ana IRS Offices to understand the severity of the problem. Offices are very secure, located in the private, business buildings. Entry is coded, by password only, and employees must hide their badges while on the lunch breaks, to protect the secrecy. Public have NO ACCESS to those offices, and its location is "secret protected." The number of employees is small and regulated. Entrance is guarded by the receptionist in addition to the already secured and coded "gate in." Most employees use "pseudo name" versus their true name, by which they introduce themselves to the taxpayers. In essence, when you have a conversation with Ms. Mars for instance, you have no idea, who you have a conversation with. Monday turned out to be more disastrous to me that I previously suspected.
During the day, she called me to her cube and stacked to my face a document that she was working with since the minute she walked into the office. It was some type of appraisal or similar thing that had all negativity in it, she could imagine at that time. Roxanne asked me to read it, blackmailing me at the same time. This infuriated me so badly that I decided to speak to my representative John Hancock. Immediately, I have informed him briefly of the situation and asked to meet as soon as possible. Thus, John and I planned on taking lunch break together, and talk about it. John deserves his own chapter in the book. Great man, having his own problems with what I classify the lesbians ring. Group of woman within the organization playing hard and playing scared of men or rather their harshness as they called it. John understandably was shocked by the revelation. He took immediate action and promised me that I won't be Roxanne's employee any longer. Based on this intervention, Roxanne was eventually demoted to the tax examiner position without possibility of becoming Manager again. The problem, however, escalated further, since she still worked in the same place, and had her Mother with her and standing behind her. Her Mother was at that time in her Managerial position as well. Lesbian too. There were also more of Roxanne's female relatives working in the same offices and her lesbian-lover in Laguna offices. Roxanne's' Family began crusade around the offices and solicitations of information, getting other employees involve in the conflict. The major effort focused on presenting me as a direct threat to Roxanne's well being, and a potential cause for her loosing the job.