x) robbed someone - while I've never been a "second story man", I have many occasions in my youth where there was stealing involved. Usually working with my friends to rob their parents or mine of some amount of cash that we had infinitely better uses for than whatever rainy day that they were supposedly saving up for.
My most dastardly crime though, was one of vengeance and retribution, when I had spent an entire summer working as a manager in a convenience store in southeast Massachusetts, with a compensation plan that involved a complex bonus structure, only to be told after the close of the period that I didn't qualify because I took over managing the store on the third day of the period, so I wasn't getting a bonus for that quarter (they reneged on about $5K, which was a lot for a 23 yr old kid in the early 80's - and I know that it just went into the District Manager's pocket). So for a period of about a week, a lot of things didn't get rung up, and then one day I quit on the spot, and they never found out.
(x) worn pearls - well, I've had a pearl necklace on more than once after a real hot session (g), but the ones I was thinking of here were a set that someone threw me at Southern Decadence that seemed awfully real. I wouldn't take them off all weekend, and started to plan my outfits (which gym shorts) around whether or not they went with the pearls.
(x) kissed a fish - on a dare, the kissing fish came out of the aquarium and got one smack on the lips. It was quite a while ago, but it was no big deal. No tongue, no passion, the damned fish blinked, but wouldn't look me in the eyes while we made out, heck I don't even think he would look at me with both eyes at the same time! And he was cold as a fish.
(x) believe in ghosts - this is a hard one. I believe in lots of things. I've had houses and apartments that have been "home" to a number of dead folk that just hadn't been ready to leave yet. John Harper still lives with Rick at 30 Robert Circle, and so does someone else that I never had the pleasure of meeting. 3-o'clock Charlie was still kicking around in 161 Orms Street the last time I was there. There have been others.
(x) mooned/flashed someone - as smiley_kiley recently pointed out, it's not much of an event for me to whip out my "business". It happens all the time. I'm not exactly shy. Most recently, I took it out for enhydrasf who was at work, while texasfurr and my boyfriend woofster79 looked on, so that I could try on the Cock Sock thing. (See Josh's posting for the details).
My most dastardly crime though, was one of vengeance and retribution, when I had spent an entire summer working as a manager in a convenience store in southeast Massachusetts, with a compensation plan that involved a complex bonus structure, only to be told after the close of the period that I didn't qualify because I took over managing the store on the third day of the period, so I wasn't getting a bonus for that quarter (they reneged on about $5K, which was a lot for a 23 yr old kid in the early 80's - and I know that it just went into the District Manager's pocket). So for a period of about a week, a lot of things didn't get rung up, and then one day I quit on the spot, and they never found out.
(x) worn pearls - well, I've had a pearl necklace on more than once after a real hot session (g), but the ones I was thinking of here were a set that someone threw me at Southern Decadence that seemed awfully real. I wouldn't take them off all weekend, and started to plan my outfits (which gym shorts) around whether or not they went with the pearls.
(x) kissed a fish - on a dare, the kissing fish came out of the aquarium and got one smack on the lips. It was quite a while ago, but it was no big deal. No tongue, no passion, the damned fish blinked, but wouldn't look me in the eyes while we made out, heck I don't even think he would look at me with both eyes at the same time! And he was cold as a fish.
(x) believe in ghosts - this is a hard one. I believe in lots of things. I've had houses and apartments that have been "home" to a number of dead folk that just hadn't been ready to leave yet. John Harper still lives with Rick at 30 Robert Circle, and so does someone else that I never had the pleasure of meeting. 3-o'clock Charlie was still kicking around in 161 Orms Street the last time I was there. There have been others.
(x) mooned/flashed someone - as smiley_kiley recently pointed out, it's not much of an event for me to whip out my "business". It happens all the time. I'm not exactly shy. Most recently, I took it out for enhydrasf who was at work, while texasfurr and my boyfriend woofster79 looked on, so that I could try on the Cock Sock thing. (See Josh's posting for the details).
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