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had to deal with his mother.

CHAPTER TWO
    Despite his disfavor at home, Jerry Brudos was functioning effectively in his chosen career goal. He obtained his FCC license and, with it, a job as an operating engineer at a Corvallis radio station. It gave him a modicum of self-esteem, and he seemed, at least outwardly, to be less of a loner. He had a skilled job—something that few men could qualify for. He bull-shitted with the station employees, and they accepted him.
    He was a big man. At six feet and 180 pounds, he had far outstripped his father's five feet, four inches.
    He was still a virgin.
    Jerry Brudos had an old car that he had fixed up, and he was eager to have a steady girl of his own. Although he distrusted women generally, he thought he might find a woman who would be perfect—someone who would be totally committed to him—and someone who would welcome him sexually whenever he wanted. Once he found her, he would keep her away from the rest of the world. She would belong to him alone.
     Jerry met his woman when he was almost twenty-three, met her through an unusual channel. Since he was not adept socially, he found it hard to meet women. There was a young boy who came into the station to watch Jerry work at his control panel, a kid who "bugged" Jerry with questions and with his constant visits.
    But the kid brought Darcie to him. One day Jerry asked the boy if he knew any girls that Jerry could date, and the boy, eager to please, introduced him to Darcie Metzler.
    Darcie would pay dearly in years to come for the romance that began as if it had come right out of a popular love song.
    Darcie was seventeen, a pretty, big-eyed young woman with thick dark hair, when she met Jerry Brudos. She was very quiet and shy, but not unpopular with boys. She dated frequently and went out with boys she describes as "good-looking." She had grown up in a family that was strictly dominated by her father, a man of Germanic extraction, and she was chafing to get out and be on her own. She was too submissive to rebel—she had never been the type to question authority, and she loved her parents. But she dreamed of having her own home, where she could make her own decisions.
    She was exactly the type of woman Jerry had been looking for.
    When the little boy brought Jerry to her house and introduced him for the first time, she wasn't very impressed. In fact, she didn't like him at all. His clothes were neither neat nor stylish. Her first view of him was of an average-looking man in rumpled, paint-spattered pants. She thought he could have dressed up a little when he was meeting her for the first time. He had thinning blond-red hair and a bit of a double chin; he certainly wasn't as attractive as the guys she usually dated.
    "I probably wouldn't have accepted a date with him at all—except that he asked me to go swimming, and I love to swim."
     For some reason—perhaps because she was so shy herself—Darcie didn't threaten Jerry or make him feel angry. She laughed at his jokes and made him feel good.
     "He was full of fun and full of jokes," she recalls. "I was so shy that I couldn't even get up in school to recite or answer questions, and he seemed so confident."
    It is quite possible that Jerry Brudos could not have impressed a woman of his own age so much, but Darcie Metzler was six years younger than he. She was impressed with his job and with him. She gave him the attention and admiration he'd never found before.
    He was very tender with her, demonstrating niceties of courtship that the teenage boys she knew didn't understand. He pulled out her chair for her, opened doors, bought small gifts and flowers. He put her "on a pedestal," and she liked that.
     And to ensure that she would be absolutely dazzled by Jerry, there was the fact that her parents didn't like him and said so. Nothing drives a girl quicker into a lover's arms than parental disapproval.
    Brudos didn't like his mother-in-law-to-be much better than he liked his