MOD: not sure if this belongs here (as a reply to Massy's crack pipe discovery) or to the A true story thread.
Drive by shooting in coram on MCR last night about 11pm. Right around the area of mongering. Would imagine area is going to have an even more increased LE presence and caution to mongers to be extra careful of getting caught up in something.
I know some of the acceptable looking Hempstead girls are on county vacations, way deep into their pregnancies or dead of overdoses. As we head into the colder months hopefully the ad sites pick up for the SW mongers. I’ve laid low because of the situation I posted in coram a month back & in Hempstead I found a crack pipe wedged in my passenger front seat.
been sticking to a few UTR for now… no more adventures from massy.
There are a couple of reasons why I stopped picking up SW's that you guys may want to consider or at least take extra precautions against.
Like @massay, I have found crack pipes wedged in the crack of my rear seat or lying on the floor. All of these pipes had dark residue in them that I can only assume were traces of crack. So if I were stopped and my car searched, whether the sw was still in my car or whether I was by myself, I
had an illegal substance in my possession. I could lose my car and more importantly, my freedom.
Various times I've fund a condom wrapper, a purse, rolled up 20's and ever a pair of panties.
Once I was driving down SP looking for on of my fav's and all of a sudden a mod of people (M&F) come running across the street right in front of me — I could easily have hit 1 or more. Turns out there was a gun fight just then with bullet flying and everyone was running for cover.
Once, I picked up a SW I've know before and who was always nicely dressed and clean. So in the back seat, covered genius jr starts sliding in and feels something strange. The girl feels it too and says hold on a minute and pulls out a piece of foil from her vagina in which something is wrapped. She says "sorry about that — that's my hiding place that never gets frisked" and she put the foil aside. We do our thing (I can't let a good pussy go to waste) and she leaves. I get home and search my car and I find she left the foil behind. I open it up and it contains a properly labeled packet of oral Buprenorphine (use in heroin treatment - thin wafer taken orally to relieve drug cravings ). So I drove home with a controlled substance in my car, in plain sight that I had no legitimate reason to have.
Sometimes, I would bring one of my regulars back to my company at 5am (
@billyS - they were either Lala from W or Shella aka Michele —N. Amityville cemetery girl) They had no problem as it was warm, safe, food from the vending machine, clean bathroom and I paid them extra for the extra time and effort. I did them on my desk, my executive chair, the carpeted floor of my office and once on a large conference room table (maybe 10 ft long) where a sales meeting was to occur later that morning — although I wiped down the area after to remove the pussy juice, I couldn't help but chuckle when the VP of Sales sat down and put coffee cup right down were her bare ass had been some hours before.
Finally (
my epiphany moment) , I had another SW that I knew for a couple of years, since she was 19. Always clean, and well dressed and we sometimes share some food and talk awhile. She says that she needs a hit and its back in her place. Never been to her place but
I trusted her and she me.
So she sets up her pipe, and start mish. After a couple of minutes she is really wet, and lights the pipe and inhales. She drops the pipe, wraps her legs tighter around me, her arms around my neck and proceeds to have a totally wild bucking O that just rolled on for what seemed like 10 seconds.
So driving away I am thinking what a wild experience that was and then I come to the realization:
WHAT THE F**K AM I THINKING. As I said —
my epiphany moment.