Street Stories – Hodar, Magnetism & Hell's Fury
I'm pulled over on a side street off a major non-SW blvd enjoying a thirst quenching Gatorade. Since I'm stopped, I chill out and catch up on a couple emails. I feel this non-escapable ping in my chest that gets faster and harder forcing me to look up. On the blvd I see a sexy bootied cutie passing by. Black. 5'4', long hair pulled back in a pony tail, big hoop earrings, double D's, bubble butt, and wearing a skimpy black outfit that reveals the lower globular flesh of her buttocks. 'Hmmm? I wonder if? '
I go back to my emails and the ping returns with intensity. I look up and the broad is running my way in a visually remarkable way. Her breasts are appealingly bouncing, her limbs are moving fast, but her body is going slow. She ducks behind my car and I check her out with my car's mirrors. She looks to be in good mirth. I look back to the blvd a see a middle aged chap ride by in his costume low back lengthened bike cruiser. 'HMmm? '
She gets up and starts to walk by, as she does for fun I ask, 'You OK? ' She squats by my car and reveals the following in a sexy Caribbean accent.
'I'm Belizean. I work a Western sometimes for da money. I a hiding from ma man, he just a passed by. We help each other out. He be married and has da big house in an affluent community. He a smokes crack. I don't do THAT, but he lets me stay in da back house. Otherwise, I be homeless. I'lla work and me buy-a him da stuff. He gives ame da place to stay.
His wife no know he smoke. She no know me. Ma man say to her he in da back listening to good music. I mess up today. He took my money to buya him crack and I was mad. My friend tell me, 'Dat no way to a treat you girl. ' I called his wife and told her everything. I have his phone. '
As she told me this story, I a) felt weird that a prostitute was hanging out by the side of my car. Be) kept thinking I need to get her number. c) didn't get her number because she could be a problem. d) ironically, played therapist. E) And, played supportive friend.
After about 10 minutes we departed ways. As I drove down the street all I could think about is, "Damn, she was hot (for a late 30's gal). I should have got that number. She was nice to me. Poor Mike has got some explaining to do. "
Later I saw her on Washington and Crenshaw with a child. Anyone recognize her description?