The Capt’n Returns to the TJ Part 2……………………………

We went to Casa de Mole, or something similar, and ate, laughed and steeled squeezes and pinches. The more I looked at her, the prettier she seemed. Unlike many a TLN I have had in the past, where they were downright scary when exposed to daylight. The little thing had no makeup, just some lip gloss. I kept thinking, why? Why her, why me, and then who cares! ! !

I was full tilt on overdrive and apparently so was she as she leaned into me and asked where I was staying, and could we go there so she could freshen up.

We grabbed a taxi back to VZ, and we got into the room, she excused herself into the bathroom. She seemed a little nervous, and I again began to wonder/paranoid that I was being set up, or she was about to hustle me (old habits die hard).
After what seemed like forever, she emerged wrapped only in a towel, and I was just fuckin floored !

We spent the rest of the night in, out, over and under the sheets. It was GFE all the way. She went from warm and cuddly, to insatiable, to like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Early in the mourning, as we laid arm in arm, she asked me “those” questions……….work, kids, marriage, etc, etc. After a mourning sprint and a long shower. We went to breakfast, where I explained that I must return to work and Ventura today. She started to cry, then became very detached, and distant. Here I was feeling bad because she seduced me !

After breakfast, she told me her “Real Story” this was Real Story #3(only a Latina), that she was married, and from Monterrey , her husband went to USA about 6 months ago, and she has not heard from him since. She then said that her papers to go to the US legally will be done next month, so I figured that she was off to see him. But she claimed that, no she just wanted to go shopping in S.D.

To this time there was still no talk of money, I finally brought it up as we walked down Rev. She looked at me like I just shot her dog, but as only a Latina could, made it known that she would never take money for spending time with someone special, but did have her eye on this dress, and those shoes, and , and , …..I just tucked $100 into her purse and considered it a done deal.

She insisted on walking with me to the line at the border, and then slipped a piece of paper with her #’s on it into my shirt pocket. When I reached the line, she kissed me, called me Papa, and bounced out of my life.You have never seen a bigger smile on a happier gringo !

So what the fuck happened ! In all my years, I have never been so thoroughly confused by a working girl/puta/dancer/ who the hell knows.I have heard the stories, scammed by some real pros, and fallen for a few good stories. But this old salt definitely got his ship rocked by this little hard body.

I just can not stop thinking about her. And again, that same question, is it my mid 40’s air, my striking good looks with my pear shaped profile, or maybe its that thinning hair on top, and forest on my back. What ever got into LHB (Little Hard Body) to pick Me ! If I was a few years younger, no kids, no responsibilities besides myself, I would be there right now.

So, I will keep thinking till wed, then a day trip back down. Will I call her-yea Do I really think she will want to see me- - - I just do not know-like I said there was just no figuring out the LHB.

If I see her I will post. If not, it is kind of nice to have posted again. It has been a long time coming. If anyone wants to meet for a drink in TJ let me know………….

And thanks for reading my post.

P.S. Ben, and Milky, No I will not tell you her name. Beside she is too old for both of you !

Capt’n