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My Journey pt. 3
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My Journey pt. 3 After a while of her trying to reload the car we figured out that her stuff and I wasn't going to fit. She came up with the idea of shipping some things to L.A. to make room for me. The bellman mapped out the nearest shipping company and we headed there. We both got a shower in (seperately) and she had almost all of her stuff loaded onto the bellman's cart by the time I was done. We spent something like 2-3 hours packing boxes and the back windshield still wasn't visible. It was freezing outside and the packing was tedious. Having said all of that, I strangely enjoyed this part. I felt like I was really helping to make her move easier. We stopped after 8 boxes then headed back to the hotel to pick the few things we left with the front desk. Then we officially hit the road. Let me get this out of the way. I am not the best passenger during car rides. I am a very defensive driver who pays attention to everything on the roads. It makes me nervous when it SEEMS like the driver isn't as focused on the road as I would be behind the wheel. Because of an issue, an issue I took care of in '05 that recently resurfaced, my driver's license is not clear. We discussed this prior to the trip and it was established that she would do the driving unless there was an extreme emergency. We started to head south. No matter which route we choose to get to L.A., we would have to go the direction we started in. We had talked about the Salt Lake route the most during brunch. To go that way, we would have to go through Idaho. When she mentioned that Idaho was a state known for white supremacist, all of a sudden going through Oregon and Northern Cali sounded alot better. Especially if we had to go through Idaho at night. My journey partner, like all of us, has her ways of doing things. One of her ways is to drive with the map on her lap and read from it. There were times when I held it, but I felt that she would rather do it her way. She wasnt pissy about it, but she trusted herself with skimming it and driving, so I trusted her. Just because I trusted her that doesnt mean it didnt add to my nerves. Because of how long the packing took and how dark it was already, we only did 2-3 hours of driving that night. During this leg of the drive, she told me about a spur of the moment trip she took to Belgium a while before. It was an exciting story, her reasons for going were spiritualy deep. I was so into the story that the time flew by. We hadnt eaten since The Davenport and I was ready to eat. We chose a Chinese place in a Washington town I have never heard of. During the meal was when we decided that we had done enough driving for the day...mainly because I was ready to stop. We went to the gas station next to the restaurant for supplies(beer) and directions for the nearest hotel. I decided that I would get a familiar brand of beer and a brand I had never tried before. The new brand was to keep with the theme of experiencing as many new things as possible. So the winners were Heineken and without thinking about why, Shock Top. She was talking to the clerk about hotels while I was getting beer. I heard him say two or three times, 'that's where I go to party because its cheap.' I looked at him, thought about some of the hellholes I had gone to at his age, and decided that we would NOT be going to the place he suggested. When we got to the car she let me know that she was thinking the exact same thing. Luckily there was a Best Western right down the street, a pretty nice one. As we got close to the hotel, she ended up on the phone with her youngest . Who is about 5 years younger than me. Without going into detail, she is a very smart young lady with an occupation that shows that. To put her 's mind at ease, 'she' gave me the phone to talk to her. Man was that an interesting conversation. I couldnt very well tell the the truth about how I came to be with her mother on this trip, especially if the goal was to EASE the 's mind. So 'she' is trying to whisper a story about how we know each other. I'm not getting everything 'she's' saying so the conversation is not flowing. The is way too smart not to get that. There came a point of mental and verbal jousting between the and me while 'she' was inside getting the room. It almost made me laugh out loud. Without saying it, the essentially told me to 'stop bullshitin' and make me beleive my mom is safe with you' I told her that nothing bad would happen to her mom from me or anybody else as long as her mom was with me. My sincerity came through and she was ok with me. I was loading the beers in the room fridge when I noticed that Shock Top is produced in St. Louis. I pointed that out to 'her' and she says 'yea and I had just told you about my trip to Belgium tonight too.' I looked at the carton and it was a Belgian style wheat ale produced in St.Louis. Some might overlook coincidences (I dont beleive in them) like that, but I was fascinated by it. So much so that I still have the carton as a reminder. The Shock Top was so good that I ran through them pretty fast, all 6 of them...and 4 of the Heine's too. So you guessed it, more drunken sex that I dont completely remember now, but I did then. What I do remember is that things got freaky that night. I remember being led, both of us naked, to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. she straddle me and peed on my dick area. Dont worry, I saw pee play on her profile and we discussed the possibilty before we met. This was only my second time ever having a female piss on me. The first was my ex, who I was with for close to 4 years. Mixed in with the fuckin we were doing before and after, the piss break was pretty hot. She did it to me pretty easily. It took me a while to be able to return the favor. After what seemed to be about 10-15 minutes, I finally pissed on her ass and pussy while she was in a doggy-style like position. Her upper body was out the tub her lower body still in it. We cleaned up and did some more intense fuckin', that I dont remember now. |
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I really enjoyed this journey you've been so gracious to share...I like the way u can step back and analyze yourself...I too don't believe in coincidences...there's always a reason for the choice or string of events that occur and it takes a more spiritually aware person to recognize this..can't wait to read the rest
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Thank you for sharing your story. I too can't wait till your next entry. Here I Am Practice What You Preach   
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I absolutely love Shock Top...we discovered it on the honeymoon in Orlando. Time that summer comes back to drink some cold beer  "Common sense is not so common." Voltaire
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Thank you all. I dont want to give anything away so thats all I will say. I cant believe Shock Top is made here and I hadnt any Sonja. That is some good stuff.
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alskarinna she was 56 at that time. The biggest difference in age for me to date. And the story is far from over...
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Enjoying reading about your journey. It's interesting......almost like getting to know you, reading all your detailed accounts of your trip.
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Thanks fun. When I'm done, this story will give the reader a very personal look into who I am.
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