I quickly packed up two SG packs and headed out from my home in the OC heading straight for the Hotel Levya at around midnight Sunday. The whole drive back I kept thinking of how I could complete the tax work without the hard copy file, and grew more panicked as I realized how impossible that would be.
I arrived at the Leyva at 1:45 in the morning. As the attendant performed the necessary paper work I asked if a large file I left containing papers had been found. The language barrier was too great & he could not help. I went into the office & explained what I had lost to the clerk in attendance – no luck, neither the file nor my two wet towels had been turned in. I was wired, and frustrated and near panic.
Should I start trying to look in garbage containers? Should I get a room, some sleep & deal with it in the morning? Maybe fucking a SG right now would be the best thing to do? 
I walked every square inch of the second floor of the Leyva parking structure at least twice & found nothing. I must have looked like a wreck, because one of the hotel guests asked me if he could help me as he climbed the stairs to his upper floor room. “Yes you can" I said and I explained why I was there and what I was looking for. Fortunately he spoke perfect English and Spanish and a within a minute he went downstairs with me to talk with a parking lot security guard. Not the guy at the booth, but instead the older guy I usually see hanging in the middle of the lot’s first level.
Well that security guard then talked to the entrance booth guard and from just the expressions on their faces I knew they had good news for me. They waved me over to the little guard house and pointed to the floor where the entire file was located. The outside cover was a little torn, probably from me when I pulled out of the garage earlier without it, but ALL the documents and schedules were still in it.
They apologized that only one of my two towels were there to return to me, but if I could have kissed these guys I would have. However in TJ tipping among men is better received.
The hotel guest who assisted me would not accept anything, but the two parking garage employees were very happy to get $5 or $10 each. I was so delirious, I don’t really remember exactly how much I gave them each any more. But they were told, via interpretation from the hotel guest, that the papers in the file were very important to me.
I placed the file in my van, and just sat there for a few minutes, calming down and realizing that I had just dodged a major bullet.
I grabbed one of the street girl packs and headed back out to the middle of the parking structure. I told the English speaking gentle man of my intentions to do a SG before I headed back home. When he told the two lot attendants, we all shared a hearty belly laugh. 
It was getting close to 3:00AM, and pickings on the streets were pretty slim until I reached the Cascades lobby. Standing there was smiling flaca Veronica, a girl I had politely turned down many times before when she invited me to go upstairs as I instead chose to wait for Isabel. I knew this was too late in the morning for Isabel to still be around, so I instantly agreed to take Veronica up. We quickly settled for 200p for full service.
Upstairs I discovered she had a bubbling fun personality, only adequate cbj skills, and no tits. But I was so happy with the success in finding that damn tax file, that it felt as if she had the talent of Xaviera Hollander (the happy hooker for you guys under age 40). She sucked, we fucked in several positions, and the greased HJ was performed sin condom and I shot like a rocket.
I don’t exactly remember what I tipped her either, but it certainly was too much. My euphoria was eventually dampened by a 2 ¾ hour wait in line to cross the border. I didn’t arrive home until around 8:00 AM Monday morning, just enough time to call in sick for work. Since it was tax season, I eventually dragged myself into the office around 1:00 PM after getting some sleep, and still worked a full, albeight very late 10 hour day. I was tired, but relieved, the rest of that week.
