I was glad to finally have her in a non-S/T room so I just took my time, went into slow BG timing mode and stretched our usual 14 minute romps into nearly 40 minutes. Halfway through I commented that more time equaled mas dinero – she said no problemo. 
I had run out of Mexican currency, so I prepaid with my last 200p and adjusted the bill at the end by giving her $20 US. I told Sandy that I really missed her & Isabel yesterday. I joked that I had to resort to a session with Gabby. Once confirming it was "big chi chi" Gabby, Sandy wanted to know how the session went. We both confirmed that Gabriella was "No bueno". 
I got cleaned up and ran the typical errands (two birria tacos, ATM visit, an hour at the internet café, and I was back trying to sneak one more pre-nooner session with Sandy before I had to give up the room. I also bought another 20 mg Levitra pill and consumed half of it.
At the north entrance/exit to Cascades, Sandy surprised me by having most of her “alley uniform” still on. She still had thrown on a small jacket over her blouse, but had not also changed into pants and sneakers (as she usually does when she slips out the north entrance). She explains that she sometimes skips changing everything to save time. We walked up the stairs of the Coahuils Hotel at 11:50 A.M. for a standard 15 minute session and guess what??? Yes, we get the short knock at exactly 12:00 Noon. Of course they wanted to try to pressure me into paying for an extra day. It was annoying as the jizz cleaners came around 3 different times in a four or five minute span to knock & receive a grumble of “diez mas minutos” from me.
We finished up in standard time, which meant standard pricing: 200p plus a propina of 20p and a $4 necklace. She never gets tired of those cheap gold-electroplated herringbone pieces. I think she has enough costume jewelry from me that she can add an “Aztec Queen” service to her menu.
I quickly checked-out of the Coahuila Hotel. I usually try to slip out as quickly and quietly as possible since, for the duration of a normal stay at the CH, I tell at least a dozen jizz boys daily that I will take care of them at check-out. Several times when I have checked-out from the CH I get a reception line of towel boys, but today it was just the two head guys and the day clerk present to be taken care of. While loading my car in the parking lot I noticed that I don’t have any more clean sheets for my Street girl packs. That means only one thing, a trip to the Lavamatica.
I grab the junkiest bag in the van (and old tennis bag) and load up the dirty sheets and laundry. As I walk from my car to the Lavamatica I see Ben crossing my path on his way into Bar Tropical. He is maybe 60 to 80 yards ahead of me, so I just continue on towards the Lavamatica in the alley as I see Ben enter BT.
I think it costs 18 pesos for one washing machine and one dryer token. After starting my wash I head out of the Lavamatica in search of the JTull2. But instead, again ahead of me by 30 paces, is Ben. Now I really feel like a stalker.
Just five days earlier I found myself in LZ with just 10 minutes to kill, so I invited myself to drop in on Ben at BT for a quick beer. I met TJ Taxi for the first time during that visit five days ago & TJT didn’t seem too comfortable with my presence. So I don’t want to further impose on these guys. I see Ben go into Miami Bar, & I decide that Hong Kong Bar is more my style, and enter HK. One quick walk-around is all it took to see that there were no tip-worthy dancers up on stage, or on-deck. So as I make my quick departure from HK, who do I bump into at the exit/entrance? You guessed it, Ben. We talk in the alley for about 5 minutes, and I tell him it would be an honor to buy him a bear. We enter the Miami bar and it is dead.
After we sit there talking for just 10 minutes, this georgous young Latina enters the establishment and instantly catches Ben’s eye. She had what looked like an angel face and the perfect body, consistent with Ben’s desired age range. She quickly disappears into the back rooms of the bar. Ben & I had nearly finished our 2 for 1’s when Ben decides he needs a potty break. I tell Ben that I am going across the street to move my laundry from the washer to the dryer and I will be back in 5.
When I return the georgous flaca was out from the back room, sitting at our table, fisha in hand and flirting with old Ben. In just a minute or two of conversation Ben found out she comes from Acapulco, has been in TJ for only five days, and has one child.
30 more seconds of conversing with Ben, and the chica discovers that Ben has one home in San Diego, and an apartment in one of the better neighborhoods in TJ. It was great seeing a master in action.
However I was now a third wheel, and Ben told me. 
So I excused myself to my laundry and my search for JTull2. I finished my laundry, reloaded my SG pack with fresh linen, checked with Carlos and Sandy regarding Tully’s whereabouts, but figured I missed him again. I even waited at the bar of his favorite watering hole and ordered a Pacifico Magnum for 24 pesos. I was fortunately they even let me in the joint, some of Tully’s places in LZ are very exclusive. Drinking that giant beer, on top of the three I had with Ben a few minutes earlier, gave me a strong buzz. I decided I would walk out of there with my SG pack and do the first regular SG of mine that I see. First I would be passing Laura’s spot. My plan was to take Laura to her Hacienda if she was out, if not her I would turn the corner to where spinner girl hangs out & would try spinner girl @ the Mini for my first time. If spinner girl was not around, I would keep on walking & next see if Sandy was out front of Cascades. I figured if Sandy was not outside I could at least make the lap useful by throwing up at Gabriella’s feet.
There was no Laura… No Spinner girl…. But ahhhh, Sandy was out.
We went upstairs for our third session of the day. It was about time I gave Cascades at least $5 for use of one of their girls. Another heavenly S/T session ending in a winning HJ. The knock came as we were dressing. 200p plus a propina of 20p and a $2 jewelry item. My third session of the day with Sandy left me very satisfied, so at 3:30 I was contemplating leaving for home. A quick check at the internet café confirmed that the next client I was trying to schedule a meeting with had selected Wednesday over Tuesday, so I didn’t need to hurry up home and prepare. Besides, I had all these fresh clean sheets, even though my willy had already gotten its regular TJ workout to exhaustion. On the long-ago recommendation of Dick Army, I decided to have an early dinner at Christy’s in the alley. A tasty pasta soup followed by a beef stew and a couple glasses of Limonade for 35 pesos? No wonder why DA likes this place so much.
For the entire time I am sitting in that restaurant eating dinner, do you know which SG I have a dead-on direct view of? Dick Army would know. That’s right, ROB Gabriella. I remembered the other part of what Sandy said up at the Coahuila this morning: That Gabby has been getting light in the customer counts lately. Indeed, no one took her up the 30 minutes I gawked at her chi chi’s from Christy’s restaurant. A little glance to the east revealed that the chica I had been waiting for, Isabel, was still not at her post.
As I glared more at Gabby, I felt stirring in my nether-regions as I contemplated whether the multiple issues of lubricant choices, getting cowgirl upfront, and my desired HJ being delivered in a sin condom manner, maybe, couldn’t be worked out on the sidewalk? Shit; maybe even honored in the room?
Fuck it, even realizing that I couldn’t also work down the 300p entrance fee wasn’t going to discourage me & my rising boner now. Gabby’s eyes locked onto me the moment I appear in Christy’s doorway. Lots of hand waving and other signals for me to cross the street & cum over right away. I pause a while, like I’m thinking it over, before I cross the street as I shake my head. “Upstairs” she says as she pulls on my arm.
“Now hold on a minute” I say “Mi lubricante es OK? I ask.
“Es OK, Upstairs? Is her reply
“Not so fast” I say as I use my hands as caution flags:
“Well… I’m willing to up for the same tresciendos pesos” I said as Gabby’s smile & grip intensified “But for fucky/sucky, sin ropa, & multiple positions” To clarify I counted down with four fingers “sucky, arriba, perrito, & jerky SIN CONDOM”
She replied “No dat es quartocientos” as she held up her up her finger and counted “uno, dos, tres, quatro”
I declined & repeated that I was going to pay only trescientos pesos.
Without pausing she accepted the tresciento once she clarified that I wanted sin condom service for the finishing HJ only, and was OK with a covered blow job.
Up in the room her performance was spectacular while mine was lacking.
I had not taken an additional 10 mg of Levitra since my morning dose and all this fucking was wearing out my third leg. It seems everytime I hit TJ I try to fuck my brains out again and again until my dick finally wears out. Now it was showing the strains of nearly 40 hours of hard work by getting soft. So soft in fact that I popped out twice during cowgirl even after getting rock hard via Gabby’s excellent oral skills. 
After flopping out for the second time during CG, I indicated a position change & even offered Gabby the choice of the next position. Not wanting to owe me a favor, she refused to choose but instead insisted that I pick the next position. Even though perrito is my position of choice, I found myself selecting normal (mish) as I recalled her good performance in that position the prior night.
I really enjoyed her HJ skills, especially without the sin condom-con condom BS. We got the knock as we were cleaning up, she even graciously allowed me to use her towel so that I could take a quicky shower and not remain astroglide greased for my drive across the border.
This performance, unlike the session from the prior evening (see part II of this report), was propina worthy. And I bestowed upon her one of my longer, if not prettier, cheap electroplated necklaces ($24 price tag that cost me $4). She was showing it off to her amigas on the sidewalk as I left Cascades to walk to my car. We exchanged winks and waves.