I used to live in...an unsavory part of the city. Within a months of living there my street was blocked of by cops twice. I could write a novel about all the events that took place in that neighborhood. But for now, I will relive a couple for you.
One night, or early morning around 4am, I was woken up by voices and blue lights outside. Naturally curious, and slightly annoyed, I got up and pulled back the curtain of my third floor bedroom window, alongside my boyfriend at the time. We saw 5 police cruisers on the street, so at least 5 cops, 2 barking police dogs, and a sketchy looking white man near an SUV directly across the street from us. He was obviously the reason for all this racket. It appeared as though we was trying to steal the car, from where he was positioned. It looked like a mini stand off, even a little exciting and well worth the lack of sleep. There were words exchanged from the officers and the man. The man was arrested and all the police left, leaving the SUV and a semi-quiet street once again.
A few hours later, somewhere close to 8am, I happened to be looking out the window. The SUV was still sitting there and the man that had been arrested hours earlier came by. He quickly opened the door, got it, took something out, closed the door. Then he walked away like nothing happened.
So, the moral of the story is, hide your illegal substances well? I couldn't tell what he had in his hand, but it was either drugs or something stolen. I am leaning toward drugs due to the presence of barking dogs, which did NOT find the drugs. And what was the purpose of 5cop cars? really? This city wastes money on the police. There are cops on horses that walk around and do nothing. NOTHING. But anyway, this is not the point of the story. This man got away with something, somehow, and just happened to see the second part of it.
Here's a WTF? moment from west side memory lane. My windows faced the street and alot of activity happened here, maybe because it was a dead end, maybe because they were a low class people, I don't know. So, I was looking out the window because I heard shouting. It was a male and female couple. They were arguing in the street. It appeared as though she was trying to get in the car and go somewhere, and he was not ok with that. He was doing most the yelling. (Let me say that there are many times I wanted to ignore all the yelling and stupidity, just shut the window and go about my business. This time I felt as though I was a witness, in case something happened. I really felt this lady was in some danger.) She may have been trying to get the keys from him because she went towards him. There was some shoving and words. She may have gotten the keys because she then went toward the drivers side door and opened it. The angry man was right there and put is hands on her. He pulled her hair, then out her in a head lock. It looked as though he was punching her. I wanted so badly to yell out the window, but I didn't want that psycho knowing where I lived. He had her by the hair, then let go. Her slow moving reaction suggests she was shocked. He was suddenly changed from rage to joking. He had a smile on his face and did some playful physical banter with her, to which he was mildly responsive. At that point she did get in the car and drive off, as if nothing happened.
I told my boyfriend what had happened. That I did not call the police because it happened and was over quickly, in such a peculiar way, that it seemed it would only cause trouble. I also mentioned that I wanted to yell at him to break it up, but didn't want the possible repercussions. He knew how hard it was for mo NOT to yell. Scolding people is what I do.
Within the week we were outside and that man came by for some reason. Probably for assistance with something car related, as the boyfriend was good at that stuff. He was also good at bringing up serious things in a jocular manner. With a smile and a laugh, he brought up the scene, something to the effect of, "So, what's up with you and your wife? If looked like you were fighting the other day". The man's response was also with a laugh and smile. "Oh no, we were just playing". Then I said, not joking so much, "really, it looked like you were hitting her". And to that he stuck with his story of just messing around. Who really knows I guess. They seemed to like each other; maybe they were just playing. It did not look like it. Whether they were fighting, or just playing, they should not do it in the middle of the god damn street. They were asking for interference by publicly being so physical. And to that thought, no one did ANYTHING to see if this woman was alright, or stop her from being beaten by her husband in broad day light! God Bless the West Side.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Pool Party!
About 8 years ago I was living in an apartment complex on the third floor. This unit overlooked the pool.(and was treat to hear the screaming kids and splashing, everyday, all summer.)
One night I was doing some homework at the computer that was next to the window. I did my best in school and was focused on whatever paper I was writing that night. While fixed to the screen and typing away, I heard splashing coming from the window.
Now, there were signs posted that the police would be called if anyone trespassed after hours, so few people went in. I figured some young adults or teens had sneaked in for some rebellious fun. I pulled back the light curtain fabric and looked down. There, in the shallow end, was a clean cut man in his 20's standing, plowing a lady with a nice figure. She was on her back, presumably on the steps. He was holding her legs at waist height and going to pleasure town. I was shocked. This is one of those rare moments people dream about. A thousand thoughts ran through my head in a split second: 'Do they care if anyone sees them? Do they like people to watch? Are they aware kids pee in that pool? I am NEVER going in the pool again. Should I blatantly watch them defile the pool? Should I yell at them to stop making noise so I can do my homework? Should I close the curtain and ignore it? I bet all that chlorinated water will irritate her vagina. I should call my husband and tell him what is happening! It would be real funny if someone stole their clothes. It would be neat if the cops came and arrested them naked- would the cop get a boner?'.........Too many thoughts to list. The action I took was to close the curtain and try to finish my homework. You know, try not to be a pervert and do what is right.
I continued working while they continued splashing. This went on for some time; over 30min. Then, the splashing stopped. I felt some relief. To verify they had completed their dirty deed, I pulled back the curtain and looked down once more. To my surprise they were in a different part of the pool, in a different position: What stamina!
This time, I gave in to curiosity. Postponing the homework, I turned the light off and opened the curtain. After all, I will probably never see this again. That was my justification anyway. I tried to be inconspicuous while viewing their fuck fest. My mind raced again: 'Can they see me? Are there other people watching them? What would I do if they yelled up at me for watching?' I am certain they were too involved with their actions to notice the environment. They should expect to be seen anyway, THEY were in our public pool surrounded by buildings.
They duo changed positions a few times, including oral sex, and moved around the pool some. They went at it for what seemed like forever. I couldn't tell when and if they climaxed, as that was quiet. I am guessing that there was no orgasms had, but this was more of a wild adventure for them both. When they got out of the pool, there was some chatting as they collected their belongings and departed. Not a dramatic ending like one would hope for, but still unique experience to behold.
One night I was doing some homework at the computer that was next to the window. I did my best in school and was focused on whatever paper I was writing that night. While fixed to the screen and typing away, I heard splashing coming from the window.
Now, there were signs posted that the police would be called if anyone trespassed after hours, so few people went in. I figured some young adults or teens had sneaked in for some rebellious fun. I pulled back the light curtain fabric and looked down. There, in the shallow end, was a clean cut man in his 20's standing, plowing a lady with a nice figure. She was on her back, presumably on the steps. He was holding her legs at waist height and going to pleasure town. I was shocked. This is one of those rare moments people dream about. A thousand thoughts ran through my head in a split second: 'Do they care if anyone sees them? Do they like people to watch? Are they aware kids pee in that pool? I am NEVER going in the pool again. Should I blatantly watch them defile the pool? Should I yell at them to stop making noise so I can do my homework? Should I close the curtain and ignore it? I bet all that chlorinated water will irritate her vagina. I should call my husband and tell him what is happening! It would be real funny if someone stole their clothes. It would be neat if the cops came and arrested them naked- would the cop get a boner?'.........Too many thoughts to list. The action I took was to close the curtain and try to finish my homework. You know, try not to be a pervert and do what is right.
I continued working while they continued splashing. This went on for some time; over 30min. Then, the splashing stopped. I felt some relief. To verify they had completed their dirty deed, I pulled back the curtain and looked down once more. To my surprise they were in a different part of the pool, in a different position: What stamina!
This time, I gave in to curiosity. Postponing the homework, I turned the light off and opened the curtain. After all, I will probably never see this again. That was my justification anyway. I tried to be inconspicuous while viewing their fuck fest. My mind raced again: 'Can they see me? Are there other people watching them? What would I do if they yelled up at me for watching?' I am certain they were too involved with their actions to notice the environment. They should expect to be seen anyway, THEY were in our public pool surrounded by buildings.
They duo changed positions a few times, including oral sex, and moved around the pool some. They went at it for what seemed like forever. I couldn't tell when and if they climaxed, as that was quiet. I am guessing that there was no orgasms had, but this was more of a wild adventure for them both. When they got out of the pool, there was some chatting as they collected their belongings and departed. Not a dramatic ending like one would hope for, but still unique experience to behold.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The Dressing Room Waterfall
I don't know why, but every time I enter a 7-11 or a dressing room I have an urgent need to urinate. Perhaps it is some subconscious thing; I am no psychologist. The dressing room I can somewhat understand, though still strange. The urgency during 7-11 visits may stem from my past frequent Big Gulp consumption. But Anyway....
About 10 years ago my Aunt was visiting from out of town. We decided to go shopping at a Kohl's. (they have great sales) We each had an armful of things to try on and went into the dressing room area. I was in a middle dressing room. I don't remember if she was next to me or across, it matters little anyhow. As you probably know, the dressing rooms are not rooms at all but tall cubicles with open bottoms. If you bend over you can see the feet of the person next to you.
The usual occurrence happened. I suddenly had to pee badly. I can normally hold it in until exiting the dressing room, sometimes with a little pee-pee dance. I managed to get through trying on the items I brought in with me, non of which fit well. Then I dressed back into my shirt and skirt of light and flowy fabric. At this point my need to urinate was an emergency and my reflex is to partially bent over, frozen, to hold it. The moment the urge subsides enough to stand up and find a restroom is the goal. But sadly, that moment never came. I was fighting the flow, hoping, praying this would end in my favor so I would keep a shred of dignity. I ended up losing the good fight in my hunched over position, on the floor, soaking my skirt. There was a visually wet spot on the floor and I was noticeably soggy. In a panic, I put the clothes I brought in onto the wet spot to cover it up temporarily. No doubt that ruined their chance of being sold. The next order of business was to find an alternate skirt or pair of pants- anything so I could get the hell out of there before anyone noticed. Luckily, the person before me left unwanted items behind. There was a pair of pink stripped clam digger pants, only a couple sizes too big, but fit enough to stay up and wear out of the store. I put them on, balled up the wet skirt & underwear and probably put in in my bag, I don't remember but am sure I tried to hide the evidence. While all this was going on I maintained banter with my aunt, so she was unaware of the unfortunate drama happening less than 10ft away.
We left the dressing room. My aunt noticed I was wearing something different and I gave her some cockamamie story about loving the pants. I decided it was time to go asap. Ripping off the tag, quickly paying, I maintained my cool. I could not get out of there quick enough.
Throughout this traumatic event I was laughing, as that was all I could do. I was embarrased, but it was funny to me. Like a scene of a movie involving the pathetic main character in a situation you know will end badly, and it is all their fault. I did end up telling my aunt what happened and was laughing when I told her, hoping she would laugh too. She looked at me in shock and there was no laughter. At least she didn't tell too many people.
About 10 years ago my Aunt was visiting from out of town. We decided to go shopping at a Kohl's. (they have great sales) We each had an armful of things to try on and went into the dressing room area. I was in a middle dressing room. I don't remember if she was next to me or across, it matters little anyhow. As you probably know, the dressing rooms are not rooms at all but tall cubicles with open bottoms. If you bend over you can see the feet of the person next to you.
The usual occurrence happened. I suddenly had to pee badly. I can normally hold it in until exiting the dressing room, sometimes with a little pee-pee dance. I managed to get through trying on the items I brought in with me, non of which fit well. Then I dressed back into my shirt and skirt of light and flowy fabric. At this point my need to urinate was an emergency and my reflex is to partially bent over, frozen, to hold it. The moment the urge subsides enough to stand up and find a restroom is the goal. But sadly, that moment never came. I was fighting the flow, hoping, praying this would end in my favor so I would keep a shred of dignity. I ended up losing the good fight in my hunched over position, on the floor, soaking my skirt. There was a visually wet spot on the floor and I was noticeably soggy. In a panic, I put the clothes I brought in onto the wet spot to cover it up temporarily. No doubt that ruined their chance of being sold. The next order of business was to find an alternate skirt or pair of pants- anything so I could get the hell out of there before anyone noticed. Luckily, the person before me left unwanted items behind. There was a pair of pink stripped clam digger pants, only a couple sizes too big, but fit enough to stay up and wear out of the store. I put them on, balled up the wet skirt & underwear and probably put in in my bag, I don't remember but am sure I tried to hide the evidence. While all this was going on I maintained banter with my aunt, so she was unaware of the unfortunate drama happening less than 10ft away.
We left the dressing room. My aunt noticed I was wearing something different and I gave her some cockamamie story about loving the pants. I decided it was time to go asap. Ripping off the tag, quickly paying, I maintained my cool. I could not get out of there quick enough.
Throughout this traumatic event I was laughing, as that was all I could do. I was embarrased, but it was funny to me. Like a scene of a movie involving the pathetic main character in a situation you know will end badly, and it is all their fault. I did end up telling my aunt what happened and was laughing when I told her, hoping she would laugh too. She looked at me in shock and there was no laughter. At least she didn't tell too many people.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
The accidental Viewing
My old neighborhood was close knit and a safe, quiet place. So safe, in fact, that many people do not close their shades at nightfall. Sometimes I wish they did so I would not be tempted to look in the direction of their illuminated rooms. I really don't WANT to look; I just don't care what people are up to. I know I do not appreciate it when people look in my windows, and I am sure they do. The last time I forgot to pull my shades down I ended up changing my pants, as I realized I was in full view of whoever happened to be looking.
The most common window I glanced into was across the street. A young, yet legal gentleman, who spent alot of time in his room. Perhaps working, sometimes playing music. I did enjoy his music.
You see, as soon as I pulled in the drive way and walked to my door I was drawn to his large, revealing window as his room was so brightly lit against the darkness of evening. It happened like a reflex. I tried not to look, and always turned my eyes away as soon as I realize what I was doing. He must notice the occasional stare into his room, as he began close his blinds when I entered my room, which was directly across from his.
I have never seen or heard anything scandalous, and I am glad that he was a decent man. I learned alot about him by observation: He was an excellent musician, a hard worker at whatever it is he did for work, he took pride in his yard and kept it beautiful. I often wished he would say hello, and perhaps offer a hand of friendship, but it did not happen. In fact, I believe he avoided me. Ah well, such is life.
The most common window I glanced into was across the street. A young, yet legal gentleman, who spent alot of time in his room. Perhaps working, sometimes playing music. I did enjoy his music.
You see, as soon as I pulled in the drive way and walked to my door I was drawn to his large, revealing window as his room was so brightly lit against the darkness of evening. It happened like a reflex. I tried not to look, and always turned my eyes away as soon as I realize what I was doing. He must notice the occasional stare into his room, as he began close his blinds when I entered my room, which was directly across from his.
I have never seen or heard anything scandalous, and I am glad that he was a decent man. I learned alot about him by observation: He was an excellent musician, a hard worker at whatever it is he did for work, he took pride in his yard and kept it beautiful. I often wished he would say hello, and perhaps offer a hand of friendship, but it did not happen. In fact, I believe he avoided me. Ah well, such is life.
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