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Date Posted: 09:30:00 05/07/03 Wed
Author: (yet another) Specter
Author Host/IP: sdn-ap-033scfairP0118.dialsprint.net / 168.192.56.118
Subject: Whoa I think I over did it in Denver and I just can't remember his name!

Yup there I was out on my Harley, slumming in the "negro" part of town. But first let me set the scene for you all...

I'm dressed in leathers from head to toe. A cute little leather "captain's" hat (black). Of course I had on my Oakley "thermonuclear" protection (who cares if it's dark). A leather jacket I picked up at Banana Republic from the sale rack (it is to die for). Leather pants (as if), no undies. And leather riding boots (I found them at a kiosk at the mall of all places!). I was HOT! I don't wear cologne. I just can not stand rude people that refuse to accept a smell unless it comes out of a bottle!

You are talking to a fella that was dressed to kill and knew it!

So my first stop was the local CVS. I picked up two packs of Trojanz. Magnums and Rough Riders (hey I don't know who I might be picking up, right?). Then it was off to the submarine races! Woo hoo!

After about six hours of not scoring (major bummer) I decided to head back to the ranch. And just then I saw him! He looked just like me!!! "Oh goody", I thought "a chance to really show the world what I'm made of!" I slowly sauntered over to the pool table where he was playing. With a broom stick of all things! So anyway I dispensed with the ackward introductions and cut straight to the chase. "Howdy big boy". He stopped what he was doing (mid stroke), and glanced at me through cigarette smoke and blood shot eyes. "What the fuck do you want, fancy boy?" was all he said. It sent shivers down my spine. He must have noticed because he shifted his fanny away from me (as if the gaze of my eyes was too intense for him to take so early in our meeting). "Step off dick breath!" His veiled come on let me know that we had made a connection. So I said "how bout a game big man?" I put down two fifties under my frosty bottle of Zima. The gauntlet had been thrown. The game went by in a blur. I don't think I even got a chance to shoot? But I was in such a daze by that point I didn't even care. He scooped up my money muttering something about a "coconutboy", and then he noticed my address and phone number carefully inscribed on each bill. He shot me a look with those intense eyes of his again. Shrugging finally and announcing to no one in particular "it'll spend". At that point tall dark and handsome decided to leave and headed for the door. I nonchalantly trailed behind him at a respectable difference (I won't be the one to blow his cover). Outside the bar I spied him heading toward a MASSIVE pick-em-up truck. The thought of all that man behind the wheel of all that truck gave me a butt spasm. I hurried after him. Right before he unlocked the door, he must have seen me out of the corner of his eye, because he turned sharply and scuttled off to some bushes out back of the building. I nearly died! Now normally I'm not one to go for a quicky in the parking lot of some ghetto roadhouse, but honey when you have an opportunity like this you'd be crazy to pass it up. I knew I'd hate myself in the morning, but for now heaven awaited! I carefully stole up behind him. He was busily working his fly as I slipped my hand around to his crotch...

I really can't say what happened next? It's all a blur now. Normally I don't drink that many Zimas in one night, but last night was magic and I lost count. Apparently it was good for him too? I woke up a few hours later. Lying in the bushes. My pants down around my ankles, spent condoms festooned in the bushes around me. Thank god for the hemorrhoid pillow I keep stashed at work! I found my money from the bar in my pocket, with a new name and number on the back!

Girlfriends what can I say sometimes dreams do come true!

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