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"Once upon a time,

there was a little princess,

"the most beautiful

little princess in all the land.

"Her hair was long and blonde,

"and her eyes were as brown

as the dark waters of the river

"which ran by her castle.

"But the little princess

was unhappy,

"for she was lonely.

"Someday she would find

her kind, handsome prince,

"and he would sweep her up

on a big white horse,

"and he would take her away

and marry her,

and they would live

happily ever after."

Hi, I'm Joyce McKinney,

and that's from my pending book,

A Very Special Love Story.

First of all, were you

surprised to be put in prison?

I really didn't feel

I'd done anything wrong.

I still don't feel

I did anything wrong.

I would never do anything

to hurt Kirk Anderson

or slander him.

In fact, in my book...

my book is handled

in a very tender, nice fashion.

It's not a porno story

like these crazy newspapers

have tried to make it.

It's a love story, you know?

And, I mean, I would

never do anything to hurt him

or to cause him any harm at all.

And the way

that they threw me in prison

and tried to act like

I was some sort of criminal

and present this image over

was really what got to me.

My life started out in

a small town in North Carolina.

I was one of these girls

who was gonna meet, you know,

an all-American guy

and get married

and have a little

Leave It to Beaver house

with a white picket fence

and just have

a great little life.

Started dating

very late in life.

Didn't start dating

till I was, like, 17.

Was in an accelerated program

for kids with high IQs.

How high was your IQ?

I hadn't been

out in the world much

till I went to Utah.

You know,

I hadn't been around much.

But there were a lot of men

attracted to you?

Well, I guess so.

I don't know.

I'm not that vain

that I would say...

but I wasn't looking

for just any guy.

I wanted a special guy.

I wanted

a special guy.

And he had to have

certain qualities.

There are plenty

of guys out there,

but I wanted a special guy.

I met this professor,

and he said,

"Well, I've got these

perfect guys for you,

"and they're just your type,

Joyce.

"They don't smoke,

and they don't drink,

"and they're clean-cut,

"and you're just going

to love them.

And why don't you come over

to my house and meet them?"

They were Mormons.

They didn't tell me

what Mormonism was all about.

He didn't say,

"We're a group that believes

"that Jesus was a polygamist

and was married

to Mary Magdalene."

He didn't say,

"We believe that God lives

on a star named Kolob."

He didn't say,

"We believe that black people

were cursed with

the mark of Cain."

They made me think

they were a church.

They made me think

that they were family-oriented.

And so I was drawn to them,

as a young 19-year-old teenager,

like a moth to a flame.

I was just so happy

to go to this place

where I thought

that I would have my pick

of just all-American friends,

people, husband material,

I guess.

I had a Corvette, and I had

a big old English sheepdog

that loved to ride

in the Corvette.

And I had a good friend.

Her name was Marilyn Clark.

There wasn't anything

Marilyn didn't do:

Smoke, drink,

have sex with Hells Angels.

I mean, this was a wild child.

We were exact opposites.

She used to call me

"Holier-Than-Thou McKinney"

because I was so straight.

We would cruise

the pizza parlor,

and we decided to cruise down

by Frosty's ice cream parlor.

And I noticed

this really handsome guy

driving alongside me also

in a Corvette, white Corvette.

And he kind of looks around

at me like he's watching me.

And I thought,

"Whoa, he's cute."

And I kept on driving,

and Marilyn goes,

"Hey, McKinn,

he's following you."

And I go, "He is?"

So I let him chase me.

He was quite aggressive.

And he pulled in beside me

and cleared his throat.

Then he goes, "Like your car."

I go, "Thanks.

I like yours too."

He goes,

"I really like yours better."

I go, "Want to drive it?"

When I met my Kirk,

it was like in the movies...

When the girl comes down

the stairs, and their eyes meet.

When Juliet looks at Romeo,

and it's... pkew!

That's how it was.

He had the most beautiful

blue eyes

and the sexiest smile,

and he always had

the cleanest skin.

Kirk Anderson

was a very big, rather flabby,

or attractive-looking man

in the accepted sense

of the word

who had a very shuffle-y

kind of walk,

the last person in the world

that you'd think would be

the object of this kind of

strange sexual passion.

He had known Joyce McKinney

in Salt Lake City,

and she had fallen in love

with him.

Fallen in love with him...

become obsessed by him,

because that's another thing

about Joyce is obsession.

I mean, she just obsesses

about things.

I don't know what

the details

of their relationship was

in Salt Lake City,

but they obviously had some kind

of romance or love affair,

because if one's to believe

Joyce at all,

he had promised her

a family and children.

He actually told me

he loved me

the first night I met him

and asked me to marry him

the second night,

and then the next thing I know,

we're naming our kids.

And we were gonna name 'em all

with Js and Ks:

J for "Joyce"

and Ks for "Kirk,"

Joshua, Jacob.

You know, we had the names

picked out.

Kyle, Kirk.

And I remember, he took me home

to meet his Mormon mother,

and she was this big,

oh, huge woman,

about 350 pounds

in a tent dress,

and she took one look at me

with my little

beauty queen figure,

and her eyes went up,

and her eyes went down,

and she goes, "She doesn't look

like a Mormon to me."

From the time

I was a little girl,

I was in pageants.

It gave me a chance

to develop myself

to be the best person

I could be

with my looks, with my talent,

with my personality.

The pageants gave me,

as a small-town girl,

the chance to perform.

So Mom thought

you were too sexy for him?

I guess she thought

I was too pretty or something.

Kirk and I were just ready

for the big wedding,

and everything was happy.

The only problem is,

I was wanting to get married

in the Christian church,

and he was getting pressure

from the other side,

and so one day,

he vanished into thin air.

I don't mean he left me.

I don't mean he abandoned me.

I don't mean he left me

for another woman.

I mean he evaporated

into thin air.

He wasn't the kind of person

to just run off like that.

His things were still

at my place,

and, you know,

it was just weird.

I did what any American girl

would do

if her fianc vanished

into thin air:

I looked for him.

I went to L.A.,

and I worked three jobs

trying to save up enough money

to pay a private investigator

to find out

what happened to him.

The private investigator

found him in England.

The Mormons had him.

All young men in the Church,

from the time

that we're young boys,

we're indoctrinated

to prepare to go on mission.

We sing songs like I Hope

They Call Me On A Mission.

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