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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.

# I hope they call me

on a mission #

You leave as a boy.

You come back as a man.

For Kirk, when he reaches

the age of 19,

he doesn't get whisked away

from Joyce.

He's just fulfilling

his religious spiritual

responsibilities.

Joyce knew where he'd gone

and set up this plan

with her strange,

unexplained friend Keith May

to come over to the U.K.

I had a really good friend

from Torrance, California.

He was an architect,

and his name

was Keith Joseph May.

Everybody called him "K.J."

K.J. Was like my big brother,

and he said to me,

"I don't want you going over

there to England by yourself."

Said, "You don't know what

they're gonna do to ya."

All I knew

is this powerful group

had done something

to the man I loved.

We got two bodyguards

to go with us.

One was a big guy that was...

what do you call...

a body-builder guy.

And the other was a pilot.

I was interested in something

a little bit more exciting

than what I was doing.

I saw an ad in the newspaper.

They wanted a pilot to fly

short trips in England,

and it sounded kind

of interesting to me.

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