Late Night Adventure
I have very little patience for writing today so my intention is to be succinct. This should prove to be an interesting writing exercise.
Training yesterday was held on the Skokie Valley right of way. Given a comment by S about G not paying rent to his father because “he’d just waste the money anyway” I began thinking about the whole financial situation. I have not paid G for training in the past for being broke at the time but was considering it earlier in the season due to my job. Following the whole situation with G, S, V, and A, my the beautiful, intelligent, and caring young woman, I was disturbed and angry enough to not pay him out of spite. Then I began thinking about the situation with his father and realized that this was the incorrect way to go about my passive-aggressive vengeance, should I take any. It would be morally wrong to not pay for services rendered because of a completely unrelated event.
On the way I threw forty dollars at him and told him to get fat or drunk or whatever. At first he refused the money on the same account as the previous times, but I insisted. After that he (and “his pocket,” such were his words) was happy.
After training, when A had finally showed up, G-instead of thinking of taking me straight to the train, as is usual-invited the both of us over to his father’s place to hang out before heading over to “Starsuck’s.” I found it odd that he invited us both instead of allowing for some time alone with her. What ended up happening was that A became essentially ignored by G as he focused almost totally on asking me questions about Chicago & Northwestern bi-level gallery cars.
Eventually we did go to the coffee shop where a whole host of people were gathered. After a short amount of time G went outside essentially leaving me alone with A for a few hours. We did a lot of talking and I poked her a lot (which I enjoyed a little bit too much).
We ended up staying so late that there weren’t any trains that I would be able to catch back to my father’s house (and I didn’t have my pills with me) so she offered to drive me back. I attempted to navigate my way to Mannheim Road from Dempster but missed a turn in Desplaines and got trapped on the wrong side of the UP-Northwest Line for a huge section of area without any grade crossings. This gradually led us further and further from where we wanted to be and instead of pulling a U-turn at the first available opportunity, I suggested we try to find a cross street, head south and then back east to run into Mannheim.
This was a terrible idea. All the roads were crooked and spaced unevenly and we kept getting more and more lost as I kept trying to steer us back east. What I had not realized at the time was that the UP-Northwest Line (true to its name) travels northwest and that as we paralleled it looking for a turn we were moving further and further north. Given this we would never run into Mannheim as we were well north of where I thought we were and only vaguely began to realize this as I saw names such as Pfingston and Tower Road in the dark.
I began to get more and more freaked out as the gas got lower and lower, all the while completely conscious that she had an unfinished and unpracticed project due for work the next day and that she was having a performance review this same week. She also repeatedly mentioned that she needed to get to bed by at least two o’clock otherwise she would be totally useless for the next day. Every cord in my body started to hurt. Nothing out there looked familiar, A was going to get fired, and I was the cause of it all.
The after a series of more unfortunate turns, we looked up to realize that we had turned onto a small residential street and that we were clearly in the wrong place. It was at precisely this moment that I looked up and finally did see something familiar: a train station. On closer inspection, e gads! it was the Milwaukee Road! Suddenly I had a general idea of where we were and had a method to follow getting back. We were in Glenview and the train station was The Glen. We followed the train tracks until we came to an east-west road I finally recognized and we began heading toward our starting point.
The low gas light came on and we began hunting for a gas station more than anything else. Of course gas stations proved to be elusive and the few we did manage to find were all closed: one after another. She couldn’t comprehend it. How could they all be closed?! I understood it perfectly well: we were in the suburbs and it was late at night. Everything was closed.
After more continued driving we ended up back in Evanston and I could navigate back to the nearest gas station.
In the time between we initially got lost and found a gas station I must have apologized about the situation a minimum of forty times.
On the way out (one I had a crystal clear idea of where we were and how to get there-taking Oakton instead of the accursed Dempster) it was an easy shot. She was concerned that the twenty dollars she’s put in the tank would not be enough to get there and back. When I tried to give her the remaining twenty five dollars in my wallet to cover any potential trouble with fuel she refused. At one point I threatened to push the money between her breasts since I knew that if I tried to put it in her hand she wouldn’t take it. Still, she insisted that she didn’t need the money and so I insisted that I was indebted to her for completely ruining the situation. At first she seemed reluctant to the whole idea, but the more I insisted that because I screwed up big time I both couldn’t do certain things to her any more (such as poking her) and that I had to do whatever favor she needed.
The more she thought about it the more she realized that this fit in perfectly with her desire to dominate a man and be his mistress. She began talking about things she could have me do (boot licking was first on her list) and because of the potential severity of these recent events I couldn’t say no. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea (that is, as she thought of more uncomfortable situations to put me in and heard me groan and watched me squirm just thinking about it, the more she liked it). Thus the whole thing was settled. It’s not something I would have suspected to find myself in.
Training yesterday was held on the Skokie Valley right of way. Given a comment by S about G not paying rent to his father because “he’d just waste the money anyway” I began thinking about the whole financial situation. I have not paid G for training in the past for being broke at the time but was considering it earlier in the season due to my job. Following the whole situation with G, S, V, and A, my the beautiful, intelligent, and caring young woman, I was disturbed and angry enough to not pay him out of spite. Then I began thinking about the situation with his father and realized that this was the incorrect way to go about my passive-aggressive vengeance, should I take any. It would be morally wrong to not pay for services rendered because of a completely unrelated event.
On the way I threw forty dollars at him and told him to get fat or drunk or whatever. At first he refused the money on the same account as the previous times, but I insisted. After that he (and “his pocket,” such were his words) was happy.
After training, when A had finally showed up, G-instead of thinking of taking me straight to the train, as is usual-invited the both of us over to his father’s place to hang out before heading over to “Starsuck’s.” I found it odd that he invited us both instead of allowing for some time alone with her. What ended up happening was that A became essentially ignored by G as he focused almost totally on asking me questions about Chicago & Northwestern bi-level gallery cars.
Eventually we did go to the coffee shop where a whole host of people were gathered. After a short amount of time G went outside essentially leaving me alone with A for a few hours. We did a lot of talking and I poked her a lot (which I enjoyed a little bit too much).
We ended up staying so late that there weren’t any trains that I would be able to catch back to my father’s house (and I didn’t have my pills with me) so she offered to drive me back. I attempted to navigate my way to Mannheim Road from Dempster but missed a turn in Desplaines and got trapped on the wrong side of the UP-Northwest Line for a huge section of area without any grade crossings. This gradually led us further and further from where we wanted to be and instead of pulling a U-turn at the first available opportunity, I suggested we try to find a cross street, head south and then back east to run into Mannheim.
This was a terrible idea. All the roads were crooked and spaced unevenly and we kept getting more and more lost as I kept trying to steer us back east. What I had not realized at the time was that the UP-Northwest Line (true to its name) travels northwest and that as we paralleled it looking for a turn we were moving further and further north. Given this we would never run into Mannheim as we were well north of where I thought we were and only vaguely began to realize this as I saw names such as Pfingston and Tower Road in the dark.
I began to get more and more freaked out as the gas got lower and lower, all the while completely conscious that she had an unfinished and unpracticed project due for work the next day and that she was having a performance review this same week. She also repeatedly mentioned that she needed to get to bed by at least two o’clock otherwise she would be totally useless for the next day. Every cord in my body started to hurt. Nothing out there looked familiar, A was going to get fired, and I was the cause of it all.
The after a series of more unfortunate turns, we looked up to realize that we had turned onto a small residential street and that we were clearly in the wrong place. It was at precisely this moment that I looked up and finally did see something familiar: a train station. On closer inspection, e gads! it was the Milwaukee Road! Suddenly I had a general idea of where we were and had a method to follow getting back. We were in Glenview and the train station was The Glen. We followed the train tracks until we came to an east-west road I finally recognized and we began heading toward our starting point.
The low gas light came on and we began hunting for a gas station more than anything else. Of course gas stations proved to be elusive and the few we did manage to find were all closed: one after another. She couldn’t comprehend it. How could they all be closed?! I understood it perfectly well: we were in the suburbs and it was late at night. Everything was closed.
After more continued driving we ended up back in Evanston and I could navigate back to the nearest gas station.
In the time between we initially got lost and found a gas station I must have apologized about the situation a minimum of forty times.
On the way out (one I had a crystal clear idea of where we were and how to get there-taking Oakton instead of the accursed Dempster) it was an easy shot. She was concerned that the twenty dollars she’s put in the tank would not be enough to get there and back. When I tried to give her the remaining twenty five dollars in my wallet to cover any potential trouble with fuel she refused. At one point I threatened to push the money between her breasts since I knew that if I tried to put it in her hand she wouldn’t take it. Still, she insisted that she didn’t need the money and so I insisted that I was indebted to her for completely ruining the situation. At first she seemed reluctant to the whole idea, but the more I insisted that because I screwed up big time I both couldn’t do certain things to her any more (such as poking her) and that I had to do whatever favor she needed.
The more she thought about it the more she realized that this fit in perfectly with her desire to dominate a man and be his mistress. She began talking about things she could have me do (boot licking was first on her list) and because of the potential severity of these recent events I couldn’t say no. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea (that is, as she thought of more uncomfortable situations to put me in and heard me groan and watched me squirm just thinking about it, the more she liked it). Thus the whole thing was settled. It’s not something I would have suspected to find myself in.