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Sporatically over the past year and a bit, I've found myself posting here from time to time when something worth while crosses my life. Some people find the posts amusing, others, find it hard to believe.

This quarter's story is as follows.

Was out of town on business for almost two weeks. I'm in a happily commited relationship. The hotel was situated near some 'ladies of the night'. After driving around a few times, I figured, eh, live once. Never tried. Let's give it a shot. Circled for a bit, found a bank machine, went back around and within a few moments had myself a new friend.

"hi baby. want some company? $100. got the cash?"
- "yeah sure, hop in. where to? my hotel? "
"um, no. there's a spot around the corner. we'll stay in the car."
- "oh. i see. " -- now right away i'm thinking wtf. but sure whatever

Drive around for a little bit, miss her "spot" so have to circle the block again. She proceeds to point out her "man" who's the very very big well built black man with a lot of jewellery and chains, driving an SUV which could easily drive over my car, and looks quite menacing and angry...find the spot, park the car. she asks for the money. asks if it's my first time. i give her the money, miscounting and only giving 80 rather then 100 (apparently the education level these days isn't as high as it used to be) and say "yes, this is my first time..."

"ok honey, drop your pants and get yourself hard. here's a condom, put it on."
- "um, what? who's paying who here? "

so about fifteen minutes elapses with me under some serious pressure having this woman asking me why i can't get it hard while at the same time every few moments saying "oh shit. is that a cop? ... oh no, it isn't...heh. silly me"

finally she decides to take charge. we start getting a little movement and i'm starting to relax.

"hey honey. you have the smallest dick i've ever seen in my life."

well, obviously at this point in my life i'm wondering who i've wronged to be sitting in a car having paid for this. heh.

another two minutes elapses, she turns to me and says "well, times up. i have to go...."
- "well, do i get some sort of refund?"
"oh i'm sorry, no refunds..."

she got out of the car and walked away....so initially i felt bad. i realized i should never have been there in the first place. serves me right. a few interesting thoughts came out of this little experience.

directly afterwards i was very very angry. i'm sure something could have kicked in from a rage point of view where i would have done something stupid. i could have. felt very very angry. suppose, that's what makes me different from homicidal maniacs. went things snapped, i still had a concious.

ahh well, there's my little story. tis a true one unless you know me, in which i'll need to deny everything because well, it wasn't me, can't proove it, was never there, etc ; )

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