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[QUOTE=JaySteeze;5768213]Damn it all!
On the way to work pass by an ASW maybe mixed, wearing a thong.
Instant wood.
Any info please send my way.[/QUOTE]See her out a few times a week, starts early AM and goes all morning. I think she's mixed Black / Asian. Had a brief convo (she's very friendly) that ended when she said she does covered only.
Near the viet food place with what ever color pink you call it. A LSW older with typical middle mexico eyeliner and sharpie pen brows. Skinny but somewhat hardened face. Just an FYI.
With schedules misaligned for one or the other of my two favorites until Sunday, the copilot & I were left to our own devices. So after dinner headed out JCB>82nd>Sandy upper between 9:00>10:15.
First of night was sitting at Oregon arts wall where a bundled up PAWG was getting off her ass & slowly walking to some car at stop sign. Even in the dark shadows knew I wasn't missing anything...
Empty until Burrito Loco where there were three lurking in parking lot, bus stop or close by.
It was the trio of titanic tits. I went around block...
First BSW was on the plus side of sturdy in the required black dress & boots was showing some serious dump truck tits cleavage as she walked in Siskiyou for waiting. Meh...
Second seen was mixed walker bitchy GPS laden MalayBoolay slumming on the avenue again in chunky heels & black jacket. I'd recognize those 70's style glasses & goofy cute wool hat from an earlier aborted with prejudice pick up pre-covid when she insisted on a 250.00 +- no contact whatsoever all covered car date. Been on my no fly ignore list since then. Though I find it hilarious she's added two video of her taking it raw in that wide jiggly ass on her PH page. Unless things have drastically changed you'll never get anywhere close to that...
The best of the tits trio was an exquisite BSW in ass & thigh gap showing black mini, boots showing the best cleavage of the night under her open jacket while smoking a cigarette. No dump truck tits here & that faint jungle drums soundtrack recently missing my soundtracks started up. I went into the shopping center & came out in the middle driveway to see her run across 82nd for some sedan in adjacent parking lot.
The early thirties WSW or LSW with the wavy hair from Tuesdays recon was across from Klickatat in same grey jacket with jeans. The gold heels from Tuesday replaced by tan boots. Like I mentioned Tuesday she's actually not bad, but she doesn't get picked up as much from what I've seen despite a large amount of interest & window talking. I don't have to think that hard to imagine the reasons...
Bagger's bench proper had a pair out simultaneously window talking at separate vehicles down Klickatat. While not as bad as Tuesdays clusterfuck of cars...again passed going down there with that crowd there so no descriptions.
Seeing if it a hooker reset would occur & against my better judgement headed down Sandy Upper. The only consistency of that area is gunshots heard...tonight's volley heard as I turned at Prescott behind Browns Tire. Copilot was not impressed whatsoever & it even made me fucking jump some...
One sturdy WSW blonde in grey skirt & boots had replaced others at Baggers. She wasn't all bad...
Utopia had a sturdy sullen pug faced looking BSW in hood jeans & Timberland boots. One more with no need to look twice...
One of the lifer Flavel fuglies was out by closed 7-11. Speaking of that when picking work related item at my least favorite home improvement store near there recently. As I sat in traffic the doors were wide open & inside lights on as a couple guys talked outside. The interior is empty & gutted down to the bare studs.
We headed for home & recent started book that seemed somewhat tedious earlier came alive...
Mostly PPD SUV around tonight. A couple seen Sandy to Fremont. Some in the south end.
Recon Soundtrack: Andrew Hill "The Complete Blue Notes Sessions 1963 1966" disc 7. Been taking a deep dive through this box set since Tuesday.
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5Q7pEy9lkw[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wd_5pV2Vwc[/URL]
Safe recons & life.
Pleasantly surprised by the presence of 4 Walkers between Flavel and Foster.
Thick WSW with side ponytail ala Deb from Napoleon Dynamite. She was playing the bus stop game. Saw her picked up at Duke PP.
The BBW Blonde was out by the Weld shop. Picking her up is the sign of a desperate Man.
Saw a WSW or HSW / Mixed jump into Grandpa's ride ten feet from the Blade, not to be seen again.
Picked up a younger, Blonde WSW who I've never seen. Name is Remy, said she was from Keizer, looking to relocate to the Duke area. Talked her rates down to an acceptable donation rate. Looks were of a former gymnast, muscular yet feminine. Short and she smelled good. Took her to a public spot I know and stabbed it with a BBBJCIMS finish. No number, but pulled a Zavi and gave her my Poon phone number, so we'll see.
Nice to see the Southside active.
Currently 5 over through 11. $2 dollar skins.
Saturday Night:
With Merry having to work Valentines day & some shit to do today. We had a quick Saturday night overnight after her shift. Bounced around the homestead until 10:45 & decided to hit the avenue for some observation. Hit it lightly JCB>82nd >Prescott until I got the call at 11:45.
The avenue was void of traffic until Powell...
First walker seen was blonde PAWG "Taylor" in jeans just North of the Walgreen hedges. She pops out walking off & on. A public service announcement to all you newbies, she's one you should avoid for a myriad of reasons. Further details can be found under her mugshots at the link below. Look under our county prost arrests with "Taylor". You'll thank me later...
https://oregon.arrests.org/
Sunny area was again empty...
Baggers was minus the excitable McFlurrie circle jerkers & somewhat empty with the exception of two...
The smaller half of the pancetta BSW duo in jeans & boots under an awful looking streaked wig. Her presence produced the first yawn of the evening...
The early thirties wavy haired brunette WSW or LSW seen recently was in same grey jacket, jeans & tan boots. Still slow to get picked even tonight despite that she'd upped her look with some long fucking false eyelashes that looked like Anaconda spiders were resting on her eyelids. She produced my first spit take & laugh of the evening...
On the Knolls Sandy side driveway a hooded thicker unknown SW in boots was walking in for idling sedan...didn't care.
Did one Sandy>Stark lap with no further sightings. Got the "fifteen minute warning Zavi" text I craved & aborted to head to my downtown destiny.
Sunny pawn corner produced the meh fake redhead mixed or BSW in red jacket simultaneously yakking in phone & watching traffic. And there's that 2nd yawn of this night's short recon...
Spotted a couple PPD SUV out. One of the OSP silver Chargers near the South end at 12:30.
Recon Soundtrack: Horace Silver Quintet "Song For My Father". As I've mentioned before you can't go wrong with those older Blue Notes.
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWeXOm49kE0[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7eQ6gJqNkY[/URL]
Sunday Afternoon:
After dropping Merry off at her place around 1:00 & our Valentine barbecue postponed until next weekend. I was undecided what to do for the remainder of this lovely day. Copilot & I flipped a coin. She won so after a quick stop at home for water & more appropriate dog park clothes to 1000 acres we headed. While the copilot braved the cold ass runoff, I texted Dania to see if she was amenable to barbecue after she got off work. She begged off for tonight yet said Monday would work as she didn't have any Tuesday appointments until afternoon. Alright then...had some horny spring in my step on the five+ mile circuit...
After the copilot had had her fill we took some time for an afternoon recon just before sunset. Sandy>Upper Sandy>82nd>JCB just before sunset+-.
As we got off highway for some unknown reasons headed to Sandy Upper #. Not an iota of daylight improvement in any way...
Madison had a BSW in long black dress & matching mask with tacky colorstreaked blondish wig wrapped around her head like a babushka. As we passed & she looked our way...I felt a little afraid & got a strange chill for some reason...
Baggers had the same smaller of the pancetta BSW duo showing off some cleavage as on Saturday night...
Tonight she was joined by meh fake redhead mixed or BSW. She'd moved North from last night Sunny market position...
Another empty & disappointing run up the avenue...
Until Clayborne where I spotted a younger wide eyed & shoulder length brunette WSW in sleeveless red top over jeans. Somewhat cute & not too thin with some enough chest to keep my interest up. Looped around the next block & came up to her fixing me with slightest hint of a pick me up vacant look. To my mortification those bare arms showed serious signs of discoloration & scarring abuse not seen in the the first pass. As she blankly walked up to truck window, I turned right as quick as I could for home...
Not a one PPD SUV or other's agencies spotted.
Recon Soundtrack: Grateful Dead Monterey Performing Center. June 1, 1969. Disc 1 on way to park. Disc 2 on the way home.
[URL]https://archive.org/details/gd69-06-14.sbd.skinner.5182.sbeok.shnf[/URL]
Safe recons & life.
Afternoon:
After confirming Dania's overnight barbecue tonight, besides my horny thoughts of her sweet lips & hips had to get to thinking of a pussy moistening menu. Shopping list in hand the copilot & I snuck in a JCB>82nd>Grotto run around 3:15.
My hopes weren't high since it was showering steady when we left...
One of the Flavel fuglies was out early...
The sun came out between showers dissipating the further North I traveled, even spotted a rainbow...
What I thought was a late twenties /early thirties cute trim ASW in knee length down coat, fire engine red boots & lighter hued hair was near pet hospital. I didn't peg her for a worker for some reason until later.
Bagger's had one taller WSW brunette red mini, boots & what I think was a beret. She was offbeat cute, just right trim & certainly fuckable. She got scooped as I came down Klickatat. Wish I'd got a better look...
Bagger herself had reappeared in her usual spot in yellow tights & black boots. At least I thought it was her as she had black jacket over her head....actually that was kind of the giveaway. LOL.
The late twenties/early thirties cute trim fire engine red boots one was now walking past Pappys. On closer look I'm sure she was light skinned BSW. Doesn't matter because what got my undivided attention was that long down coat was wide open showing a red lacy bra & underwear ensemble that matched her boots. Turned around & as I waited on Oregon, some high dollar SUV was frantically scrambling to park right at park entrance driveway facing 82nd. Real subtle dude...she walked in & guess she didn't like what she saw. No window talking just looped around his vehicle & headed back South. With that coat open she stood out like cash on the sidewalk & I'm amazed there wasn't fender benders in her path. It was an unexpected Valentine recon surprise though...
Shopping done with nights dinner's menu acquired (filet mignon, artichokes, ginger/olive oil sauted mushrooms, onion rings & white chocolate cheesecake w/ my homemade blueberry sauce) along with some champagne.
After shopping...did a quick empty recon Burnside>Grotto>JCB before heading home at 4:00...
Empty minus previously seen fire truck boots BSW near Division though she'd closed her coat up.
Again, not paying attention to PPD much...
Evening:
My dinner date texted me at 7:00 saying she was home yet needed an hour to "freshen up & pack" her overnight bag. Somewhat fidgety & with the preparations for the evening finished. The copilot & I headed out in slight mist to waste an hour & calm my horny anticipation. JCB>82nd>Sandy upper 7:15>8:15 tonight.
Immediately seen was one of the least offensive Flavel fuglies near Springwater. Nothing else spotted in the South...
Sunny pawn had one bundled up extra chunky BSW...first yawns of the evening.
Siskiyou at taco place produced one trim BSW in heels below a light colored dress & jacket. It's a good possibility she was the red boots open coat one from afternoon recon in more demure attire. One thing for sure I know. Despite that faint jungle drums soundtrack in my head, surely knew I couldn't afford her. I swear I'm developed a seventh sense recently...
Bagger's had it's namesake though she taken jacket off her head...
So...headed on to Upper Sandy to more boredom. Was surprised I didn't yawn...
On the way back, Bagger's revealed an appealing smiling dark haired brunette all in black. Not thin not fat cute with nicely accented red lips & a cute peach of a butt. Went around block to her window talking.
One to keep an eye out for...
Headed South to pick/catch up with my 2nd favorite regular. A nice dinner was consumed & both desserts were tasty...
Delivered her adorable self to work at 11:45 & more playtime was soon promised soon...
The odd PPD SUV were out JCB>Sandy.
Recon Soundtrack: Bobby Blue Bland "The Duke Recordings" Vol. 1 - disc 1 & 2.
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9a0B-DKfXUk[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkgOXfylu14[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhBMh08D54c[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nF9wyCD7Qc[/URL]
Safe recons & life.
[QUOTE=ZaviJava;5780525]Afternoon:
After confirming Dania's overnight barbecue tonight, besides my horny thoughts of her sweet lips & hips had to get to thinking of a pussy moistening menu. Shopping list in hand the copilot & I snuck in a JCB>82nd>Grotto run around 3:15.
My hopes weren't high since it was showering steady when we left...
One of the Flavel fuglies was out early...
The sun came out between showers dissipating the further North I traveled, even spotted a rainbow...
What I thought was a late twenties /early thirties cute trim ASW in knee length down coat, fire engine red boots & lighter hued hair was near pet hospital. I didn't peg her for a worker for some reason until later.
Bagger's had one taller WSW brunette red mini, boots & what I think was a beret. She was offbeat cute, just right trim & certainly fuckable. She got scooped as I came down Klickatat. Wish I'd got a better look...
Bagger herself had reappeared in her usual spot in yellow tights & black boots. At least I thought it was her as she had black jacket over her head....actually that was kind of the giveaway. LOL.
The late twenties/early thirties cute trim fire engine red boots one was now walking past Pappys. On closer look I'm sure she was light skinned BSW. Doesn't matter because what got my undivided attention was that long down coat was wide open showing a red lacy bra & underwear ensemble that matched her boots. Turned around & as I waited on Oregon, some high dollar SUV was frantically scrambling to park right at park entrance driveway facing 82nd. Real subtle dude...she walked in & guess she didn't like what she saw. No window talking just looped around his vehicle & headed back South. With that coat open she stood out like cash on the sidewalk & I'm amazed there wasn't fender benders in her path. It was an unexpected Valentine recon surprise though...[/QUOTE]Here in Illinois, I very much enjoy your recon reports. I think you should go to work for the military. Recon is very important to them and you could really spice up the reports. I have a few questions. Are you a retired millionaire or investor? You get more sex in a week than I have ever had and I am in my late 60's. Filet Mignon- you also have exotic food tastes. I have no problem with your music choices. And I don't read your reports every day or even every week. How do you feel about the Beatles, the Stones, and other 60's icons? By the way, I got a kick out of recent news reports that one government was breaking up trucker protests by constantly blaring Barry Manilow and "Macarena". I guess I never thought of them as PSAs.
I've been travelling up and down the blade and every once in a while I see a gal sitting by the entrance of a motel, I don't know if they're just civies smoking where the motel management allows them to or are they SW looking for their next date. Anyone else seen them? Any intel on if they are working or just taking a smoke break?
[QUOTE=KsFollower;5784163]I've been travelling up and down the blade and every once in a while I see a gal sitting by the entrance of a motel, I don't know if they're just civies smoking where the motel management allows them to or are they SW looking for their next date. Anyone else seen them? Any intel on if they are working or just taking a smoke break?[/QUOTE]Which motel are you referencing.
Are you referring to the establishment that has the same surname as our 4th President? Avoid unless you like getting conked on the head by a Toad.
Shits on Blast and avoiding temptations like these will keep you safely in the game for decades.
[QUOTE=KsFollower;5784163]I've been travelling up and down the blade and every once in a while I see a gal sitting by the entrance of a motel, I don't know if they're just civies smoking where the motel management allows them to or are they SW looking for their next date. Anyone else seen them? Any intel on if they are working or just taking a smoke break?[/QUOTE]
Got off work a little early. I have always usually had good luck just before dark. I also hate darkness as I like to see what I am getting into. Nothing on the strip from stark to freemont till I ran into the most overweight girl wearing a black shorts and way too small tube top. OMG.
I need a bigger vehicle if I was that desperate.
On the way to work this morning. On 122 and Halsey. A tall skinny girl was crossing the street. She went up to one car but did not get in. I flipped a you and then caught a glimpse of her in the AM Pm. As I was waiting for the light again. She was walking down Halsey. I popped around the block. She was sitting on the curb. She looked great but needed cleaned up and looked like she had not slept much last night. Maybe going thru a rough spot. But she was certainly watching for cars. Sad part is I had to get to work. Was already slightly late. I will keep my eyes open in that area. She was quite tall. White heels on and light pink jacket.
Giving up for the moment on my long convoluted 2nd P4 P South of the border experience. Finished this languishing lamentation of three FHT in one single evening.
This tale begin when one weekend with me working long hours at a yearlong+ live in coast job with previous copilot. We were only coming back to Portland on weekends Friday night through Sunday evenings+ since the beginning of year. During this period sporadically fucked this civilian waitress at coast some yet she'd moved South a month before. I'd met my MDA addled coast ex at this time, but she was involved with some backwater buckwheat & while the flirtation was strong we'd yet to fuck...
So my life had morphed in addition to stocking up on food & supplies gathering on weekends was to fuck as much as I could before heading back to my Walden Woods incel like existence @ isolated jobsite. This time was only tempered by it being a "blank check & whatever it takes" gig & pressing all my buttons at once...financially...artistically & spiritually every night as I watched the sun drop in the Pacific each night.
My long time bounce "J" (FHT # 3643 & 3649) was somewhat cranky at me for working on her weekday birthday a few days earlier & was ghosting me this particular Saturday.
I got especially fucking irked at her since I had taken a two week break from job & along with the previous copilot we had taken a ten day road trip vacation down PCH Mexico not less than sixty days ago. But that's another FHT. LOL.
Now I'm a somewhat articulate for a wood butcher yet every time we discussed my continued absence & the tradeoffs that were resulting. Not only did was "J" feeling neglected, but it was also all my fault for going all in for my fucking dream gig. Most of the time felt like I was trying to explain a water planet to someone from Dune...
Giving up on "J" & her transient bitchy mood this Saturday night, I did what any backed up bozo with a limited window of opportunity would do & hit 82nd this early September night.
Was one of those nights where the selection was fine & bountiful...
After a lap or so & some near misses, my lust o meter had narrowed my targets to two that especially made my dick sing.
This spinner WSW 20's shoulder length real redhead longer skirt, light windbreaker over spaghetti strap top showing off some serious nipple & sandals in the general area of where Hong Phat is now.
Or...
This slumming TNA long legged big tit brunette in pigtails (whose name I cannot remember for the fucking life of me) in bikini top, cut off jean daisy dukes & heels. Tattoo band around one upper thigh & some scattered lipstick kiss tattoos peeking out from those x rated Dukes of Hazzard shorts.
Didn't matter which one...I wasn't in an especially picky mood. I was under time limitations...
Caught the diversifying brunette near Oregon & we headed to high school park for some outdoor under the stars fuckery. Though definitely high seemed cognizant enough & a deal was struck for a reasonable BBBJ with CFS menu. Found a dark grassy area in the back shadows & spread out a blanket while getting naked. Her kitty didn't quite pass the smell test, so I busied with my fingers as she gobbled up my dick, until she didn't...
Despite some gentle shaking or light whacks on the head. She was down for the count & soon commenced to snoring so loudly the copilot came over from the shadows to see what the commotion was about. After trying to rouse her snoring self for a good fifteen minutes figured she was out until she slept off whatever she had ingested. I put her clothes next to her & folded the blanket over her. But not before taking back the donation, left her the Mexican blanket...as I'm not a monster.
With that futile foreplay adding additional fervor to my evening's objective, started the process all over again. To my disappointment it was less bountiful than it had been earlier & I started concentrating between previously crowded Stark McDonalds to Glisan Park area. When I spotted the dome head Asian vice officer & his female partner patrolling, spotlighting & stopping to chat with a WSW I'd been looking at. I took to the side streets off 82nd to see if they worked their way down the avenue or just put some distance between us. As I came up to stop sign on one of those dark streets lo & behold was the redhead coquettishly smiling at me...bingo as my dick sang...
Hopping in & introducing herself as Marla she pulled off her windbreaker & told me to sample her perky ample B cup nipples as she inched her hand up my shorts leg. As we agreed to 80.00 + tip for car date & we headed up near Tabor. Another wearing so much perfume it left a puddle on my seat, the smell test came back excellent & her salacious orations were having the desired foreplay effect. Parked, we got mostly naked & some DFK started on one another. She was flexible as fuck all & with the passenger seat in full recline, I'd stretched out & we'd got into this inverted 69 with her slobbering over my dick while I buried my tongue & face in that tasty Strawberry Shortcake soft red lightly tufted pussy. Was just about to get her under me & bang one out in that tasty pinkness when suddenly with the speed of a methed out Cheetah & the agility of gymnast she had the door open complaining of a cramp. Of course...she rabbited on me yet not before I caught a hold of her light windbreaker with the donation in pocket. Last seen running full bore & bottomless with one jacket sleeve towards Tabor Dog Park. LOL.
Any man able to think or reason clearly would have called it for the evening yet it didn't occur to me especially since I hadn't lost any cash all night. If anything I was more dumbly determined to bust one out in something other than my hand...
By now it was 11:00+ or so the aforementioned vice unit were seen again concentrating North end earning their keep & area had surely taken a downturn for the worse hoe wise. Since this was the era when the South end still was dependable as North, decided to let North cool off & see what it might offer up so headed South. Also to air out the redhead's lingering overkill perfume...
All this pursuit & foreplay had me pussy drunk & needing more water to sober up. I stopped to replenish at Flavel...
...the 7-11 was in full on crowded critical mass party like mode with walker or two, pharmaceutical reps, hustlers & loonies hanging out. Parked off to the side & made my way in. Register line was long & stupid slow & finally got back to the truck where an attractive though BBW raven haired light skinned BSW with an enormous rack was standing near truck. I'd missed her in the large crowd of people & as I opened truck door she asked, "looking for some company" followed "only 100.00 for an hour". It was high for the times, specially South, but it was right in front of me & home was five minutes away. Since I'd never spotted her well-proportioned BBW thickness before, I appraised her for a minute. Squeaky clean in tight top & jeans above heels with some artfully applied makeup & lipstick accentuating those DSL. Though the eyebrows weren't doing much for me for me, those real sweater puppets & her DSL overruled them.
She agreed to two pops in the hour at my place & I told her get in. After the check, she cheerfully told me her name was "Brandy", twenty years old & "open minded". Within minutes was home & stripped to some colorful big girl panties above her heels. As I progressed to savoring various parts of her bountiful curves she did think to mention no BBBJ, kissing or BBFS. Wasn't really looking for or expecting or looking for BBFS but was disappointed in the no kissing or that CBJ was the only option. Was allowed to DATY that tasty shaved pink kitty & play with those soft boobs as much & long as I wanted, though I imagine she was mentally doing her grocery list throughout with those fake ass moans. I indulged until covering up & pounding out a pretty good yet quick nut in MISH. Ahhh...that's better Zavi...
Back to more DATY with a few rimming probes thrown in for the hell of it with her throwing out a bargain backdoor upgrade option. Agreed, but her putting a cover on half hard dick & commencing to sucking had the contrary effect. She knew how to compensate for those shortcomings & her covered only edict as she twerked to my amusement & jiggled her ass, tits & curvy soft ass while I watched & her humming that "Milkshake" melody along with rapping some of the words. Infuriately (yet funny as fuck to me) reminded me of Family Guy episode when Peter was in prison was what came up in my horny mind. That thought wasn't helping...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-eU7I5TKbY
Finally some hesitant uncovered Russian ("don't you dare come on my tits") did the trick enough actually cover up & aim for that pink backdoor after lubing up. That ass must have seen enough dick in it's young life as it was far from snug. Reminding me "my hour was almost up", I concentrated pounding on that quivering Jell-O like ass & swinging tits until my 2nd load dropped into the bag. For a big girl she moved really fucking fast to disengage. No bathing in the afterglow... LOL.
After we tidied up & I brought her back to the yet increasingly lively madhouse at Flavel 7-11. Was what I imagine a fucking Criddler Mari Gras would be like. Conscious of the still somewhat lengthy list for Sunday before heading West again. All I wanted by now was some needed sleep. I had a moment of concern as the truck had started running slightly rough & seemed low on power on the short trip there & decided to forget going to my bank & eat the bank fee for her 45.00 anal upgrade tip & hit the cash machine inside 7-11. Just as cash spit out two PPD pulled in front of store, lit up with lights & started a combination lot clear & warrant check roundup. Very much amused for a minute until I saw shiny domed Asian vice officer & his partner + other squad cars joined the party & focused on a couple of Flavel regular walkers...
My truck & waiting copilot were on the Flavel side of lot & I walked out. Frozen in place nearby was Brandy totally freaked out on the phone to what I assume was her Tyrone..."there's cops all over baby" & "I'm going to jail" blubbering away. She shot me fucking daggers & rudely shooed me away as I approached to slip her the remainder. Somewhat pissed joined the copilot in truck & sipped my water. After a good five minutes, still no Brandy...
Soon Dome head & his partner were on opposite sides of the trucks windows telling me to "leave now" as they shined their flashlights in truck & my eyes. That I told them "I was waiting for someone" fell on the deaf ears that only authoritarian assholes seem to have...."Leave now or face arrest"...something like loitering or failure to obey spiel. I said fine & fired up the truck...sort of...as the dashboard lights went full on pinball machine payout & she refused to run or idle & finally died with a semi quiet backfire of un-burned gas. Dome Head 's bitchy partner ordered to "try again it's just flooded"...mentioning that I smelled gas, I got out disagreeing with a fucking beat cops diagnosis. Got out & opened hood...fuck me, as the gas smell wafted up stronger. I said sorry, it's not moving under it's own power. Pseudo & bitchy auto technician partner ordered me "try again" along with "I don't smell gas". With my exasperation showing I did once more to just clicking sounds & then nothing...fucking wonderful...I just looked @ her "like I told you"..
Explaining yet again to these tunnel visioned pseudo "mechanics" I was dead in the water. They told me just "lock it up & get it later". Really? I somewhat sarcastically alluded to fact it was the 21st century & windows were electric. I couldn't just roll them "up" & I sure as hell wasn't leaving unlocked vehicle here. I refused their offer to call a tow truck & told the partner I had free towing as part of my insurance & I'd rather use my service. An irritated "sheesh" was the response to me using a service I pay for. That's when they asked for my license & registration etcetera. As dome head walked off with my papers. She barked "why aren't you calling your insurance". Uh...because "your partner has the insurance card with 800 number along my other papers". Giving me yet another bitchy glare like I was the fucking stupid one in the room. She retrieved the card & I called. As I called, also wandered towards the front of the store to see if Brandy was still around or had been detained. Didn't see her...
Tow guy said It'd be about an hour. Got my papers back as dome head said, "he's clean". He seemed disappointed...SMH...I'm surprised they didn't check the copilots dog license. Mentioning they'd be in the area to make sure I'd "obeyed their orders". True to their word while copilot & I waited outside truck, the few times they passed blinded us with their spotlight. Whatever...so much for protect & serve. Each time they came by I waved & grinned widely at them...
My tow came about 2:00 AM & dropped us off at home. Abusing that free tow policy, Monday had truck towed to shop where a new battery & TBS sensor & the better part of two days wages fixed the issue. Though I didn't get back to job until midweek, I did get time to smooth things over & fuck "J" properly some before I left...so there was that...
In hindsight was one of those tug of war reward nights where I wasn't quite certain if I'd had an enjoyable time. Weird..yes...mildly stressful...yes...enjoyable...that I still vacillate on...unconsciously this was the night I decided to stop letting my dick make my all my decisions on 82nd...sometimes I even believe that...
I also had to be very aware of the nights Dome Head was out & about after this...
Never saw Brandy on the street again. The Craigslist ads I'd found never got updated. She resurfaced on Backpage until feds seized. Popped up later on EB & been there ever since.
A once & done desperation date. She must have found the fountain of youth as she's only aged four years in the previous thirteen. LMFAO...
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Contrary to my mantra "live to fight another day" I've had many nights where determination to meet my needs outweighs the mantra.
For a variety of reasons I've been there. Some were shitty service (inability to bust a nut) or fuck this chick is gross not giving up until I stab the right one, or a Walker as a fluffer for another, a bunch of different scenarios that I've encountered in my time. Ill admit this is not the way to operate and obviously a money pit. But sometimes Pornhub won't do. Caution to the wind, the job has to be done. Will also admit in everyone of those scenarios, I've wondered if the one that sealed the deal could taste, smell the previous Fluffers.
Took a spin down 82 at 5 pm on Sunday. Not a peep out. Even the hard up never picked up fugllies were not out. Oh well. Guess my timing was off. Always searching for a new off the radar regular. My old one went silent. Must of got a BF to take care of her.
Sandy had a LE sitting mid strip and watching everything. When I see that. I usually only make one pass and get the hell out of there. LE people are trained observers, it is amazing how many times they can remember your vehicle and how many times you went up and down the strip. They are watching you watch the streets for working girls. And if they did stop you. They know quite a bit about your habits already.
Just be careful out there. Too many shooting. But for us. Its usually bad guy on bad buy not us mongers.
The cold weather will slow down the walking for this week though. But then end of the month is almost here and rent is due. Happy Hunting.