Porn Valley- I spoke with Skeeter Kerkove Wednesday afternoon and he felt compelled to talk about how he and Metro director Bridgette Kerkove actually first got together. Contrary to popular lore, Skeeter was not the one and only man in her life. There was a meth abuser named Jason.

Skeeter says he’s been cleared by both his attorneys and a private investigator to put the following information out there.

“It’s only been Bridgette’s story that I was her first love,” says Skeeter. According to Skeeter, Metro director Kerkove in the days when she was Patricia Lynn Felkel met a 19 year-old guy named Jason.

“He was known in town as a guy who liked to have sex with younger girls and would use meth and smoke lots of pot. Patricia Lynn Felkel at the time lived at 7764 Summit Rd in Tujunga. Her mother Debbie Felkel and her father Mark Felkel obviously didn’t have a problem with their young teenage daughter dating adults. Jason was getting ready to turn 20. In no time at all Patricia Lynn Felkel was spending the nights with Jason at other peoples’ homes because he was truly homeless and was a speed freak.”

According to Skeeter, there were many fights among the Felkels about her dating this guy. “In no time at all Patricia Lynn Felkel began smoking pot and using meth,” says Skeeter. “The couple dated three years. It was a relationship marked by numerous fights. Patricia Felkel started throwing objects at poor Jason when they would party.”

They later moved to a beach community where Patricia Felkel took a job. Jason couldn’t keep one, so she had to support him. Jason would also have his speed freak friends over to the garage tweaking on projects staying up days at a time.

“Patricia Lynn Felkel would always yell and scream at him and berate him and call him names,” Skeeter relates. “She’d throw objects at him. Except Jason was not into sodomy. Although Patricia had been getting fucked in her pussy, swallowing cum and sucking a lot of dick, she never found out that the joys of sodomy could prevent an unwanted pregnancy. Then came the magical day. Everything fell apart at the apartment because of both Jason’s and Patricia’s meth use. She could no longer hold a job and lost their apartment. Patricia then went back to her parents’ home on Summit Rd. It was a 100-plus year-old house, run down. It used to be a post office.”

According to Skeeter, Patricia Lynn Felkel resorted to living in an attic with her two sisters, Stephanie and Jennifer. “The attic had no heat, air conditioner or fan system,” notes Skeeter. “It had a destroyed carpet. It was the epitome of white trash.”

Although he was a biker and an outlaw of love, basically, even Skeeter said he was appalled by the living conditions in the attic. Patricia Lynn Felkel’s youngest brother Chris lived downstairs along with her mom and dad.

“The house was run down inside and out,” says Skeeter. “The garage was so full of junk from the floor to the ceiling that there was only a path for one slender human being to enter. Skeeter says in those days he was a young, sassy and slim 145 pounds with tattoos and hair in a braid down to his butt. He remembered “strutting” into the Do It Center in Tujunga the day he met Patricia Lynn Felkel who was now 19. Skeeter also makes a point to note that he was driving a $35,000 Ford Truck at the time. According to him, Patricia Felkel had no idea he was already worth a million dollars.

“Especially with my $10 pants,” he muses. “I never spoke of my wealth when we talked. I was buying materials for a swimming pool and spa installation.” Also at the time, Skeeter had been dating a girl several years older than him. Her name was Karen and she was a bar maid at a biker bar that Skeeter and his buddies hung out at.

“We started talking about tattoos,” Skeeter remembers. “It was a conversation Patricia Felkel initiated at the check out stand. At the time, she lived in the attic. Neither did she own a car. She had no money. And she earned a minimum wage. Her average take home was $116 per week.” Considering that in those days he was making something like $50 an hour, Skeeter considered himself a catch.

Skeeter and Patricia Felkel went out on a date that same night. They went to a coffee shop then Skeeter took her home. They pulled up in front of her parents’ house and talked briefly. When Skeeter kissed her on the cheek and said he’d call her the next day, Patricia Felkel suggested they go somewhere. She suggested a place up the street which, according to Skeeter, was a desolate area. She began crying her heart out about Jason, says Skeeter, and about her own meth habit. Then she began sucking his cock. Skeeter wanted to do her butt but thought that was too much for a newcomer, so they had sex conventionally in his truck.

“We didn’t use condoms and there was no questions about diseases, condoms or birth control,” he said. “I was also being very irresponsible. This was the epitome of white trash- two white trash people from Tujunga fucking on a dirt road of the third week of January in 1997.”

Skeeter said he asked Patricia Felkel if she was “safe” not knowing he was being lied to. “She wanted this ugly old dirt bag pony tailed biker. I came deeply into her pussy and she sucked me off afterwards.” They continued to date and subsequently Patrica Lynn Felkel told him she was pregnant.

“This was no surprise to me because whenever I got too close to a girl, they got pregnant,” Skeeter laughed. “She had never been pregnant before and she lost the baby.” Patricia then complained to Skeeter about how much she hated living with her parents and wanted to move in with him.

“She got pregnant again in 1998,” says Skeeter. “She miscarried in the fourth month of her pregnancy in a hospital, at Kaiser. After that she was very depressed. But whenever I’d have sex with other girls, the babies would come out fine. Which was true.”

Patricia would then get bored waiting for Skeeter to come home. She found an ad in an L.A. paper. A club was looking for hostesses. Hostesses that would suck the cocks of Asian men.