I stayed for a full week (two weeks ago) at the HDS and was enjoying my usual cheapo good times with BBBJs and BBFS sessions with a lot of the chicas that I now regularly cita with. When I first arrived I paid for a week in advance for an HDS double room. Ordinarily these double rooms rent for 430p a night on weekdays and 565p a night on Fridays, Saturdays and Sunday nights. But when you rent for a full week, and pay in advance, it costs only 2,150p for the entire week (i.e. 5 nights X 430p with two nights gratis).

Before any of my regulars spotted me on the street, I offered psyco Lorena 100p for a simple BJ when I saw her close to the Tecate beer corner. She started my week off with a very lame & very short BBBJ. After only 5 or 6 minutes she started making sounds like she was exhausted, so I asked her for poquito mas, and maybe got 2 more minutes before I said she was fini. I only tipped her one regalo item and sent her on her way.
Later that day, when asked who I'd seen, I separately informed Lety, then Norma, and eventually Elizabeth of the lame BJ Lorena gave. The first words out of each of their mouths was "Lorena es loco". During my next trip to LZ, she came up and knocked on my Leyva room's door when I was visiting with another chica in my room. I answered the door and she knew my TJ name (which I doubt I ever gave her). At the door I told her that she did not give me a very good blowjob

One thing in particular that I enjoyed this trip at the HDS was having chicas walk in while I was in the middle of fucking someone else. Maybe five or six times this trip I was balls deep in a chica when the house phone rang. I excused myself from chica #1 to answer the phone. The HDS front desk would tell me that chica #2 was downstairs and I would tell them to let #2 cum up. I would then unlock the cuartos' front door & resume fucking chica #1. When chica #2 knocked on my door I would yell "Entrada" and then look at the shocked faces of various chica #2's as they entered the room. Later in the week when Elizabeth asked about this particular practice, I smiled and admitted that I was twisted in this way.

The big event of this trip began on what was supposed to be the last (7th) night. I had finished fucking Lety in a cita where I did not pop. As soon as she left, I showered, & then walked out onto the street to see who I might use for that late evening pop I wanted. Standing in front of the Adelitas clothing store at 2:00AM on Thursday night/Friday morning was a spinner type of light-skinned chica that I had never seen before. Her stomach looked as if it might be blown out, but otherwise she looked ideal for my superflaca tastes. The name she gave me was Estephanie. I offered her 100 pesos for a blow job and we immediately headed to the top floor of the HDS. Before we began our session she agreed to a picture with all her clothes on.

Her BBBJ skills and performance were average and she indicated that she wanted to fuck, but with a condom. So I pulled one out of the nightstand. Her fucking motions were a little herky-jerky and I was tired. It was late in an exhaustive week. My viagra doses for the day had occurred too many hours earlier and, with all that happening, I was softening up. At one point, to keep things progressing, Estephanie took off the condom, blew me hup again, and then let me resume fucking her, but this time without a condom. We went at it for a long time, and then during a short pause in the action, she began snoring. I tried gently waking her a couple of times, but she stayed asleep. So I covered her up with a flannel blanket, did my hydrogen peroxide treatment, and I then laid awake the whole rest of the night in the other bed.

Renata was scheduled to arrive at 8:00AM the next morning, and she did. I pointed out the chica still sleeping in the bed & suggested that we wake her by each of us kissing Estephanie on opposite face cheeks.

But when we planted our simultaneous kisses on Estephanie, She pulled the flannel blanket tightly over her head. So Renata & I just fucked without her in the contiguous bed. At the end of fucking Renata, I paid Renata while she selected her regalo, and then bid Renata adieu.

Figuring that this new Estephanie was going to keep sleeping for a while, maybe close to checkout, I had to make a decision. And like many decisions I was going to make this Friday, it was the wrong one. I decided to rent the room for one more night. So while new Estaphanie continued to sleep, I went down to the front office and paid 565 pesos to take the room for one more night.

While Ratera Estephanie continued to sleep, Elizabeth stopped by. So she grabbed a juice box & we talked. Then Norma & Fannie/Estephanie also stopped by, and they also had some fruit juice.
Then Lety and Alejandra came a knockin', and all six of us for a moment were drinking fruit juices, talking and looking at the sleeping chica.

Fortunately I was in one of HDS' biggest rooms. Soon after Lety & Alejandra left... Ratero Estephanie suddenly woke up & sprang naked out of the bed. RE looked around, appearing a little puzzled to be surrounded by these three other chicas. I grabbed a fruit juice box out of the refrigerator for RE as she draped herself in the flannel blanket.

At times both Norma and RE were rubbing or leaning against me. Each of these two alpha chicas sat in my lap at times, but they weren't politely taking turns. If fact Norma and RE had "words" with each other. Enough fire that Elizabeth suggested that I get rid of this new girl. I looked at Elizabeth, smiled and said "You're right. There are just too many Stephanies in the room right now"

During the next few uneasy minutes there were several suggestions made to me to unload this new Estephanie,.. from all quarters...and I wish I had. I did decide to pay RE 200 pesos and tell her that she could pick two items out of the regalo box, which she did.

Yes, I should have escorted Ratero Estephanie to the door about then.
But instead... I sat on the bed... and I made everyone an offer - while using Elizabeth as the translator to help me make my pitch. I said "Now normally, with you ladies, I will pay each of you 100 pesos to take turns sucking me. But I want to do something different this morning. I still want to do the regular sucki-sucki-sucki thingy. But I want to videotape it. And for that I am willing to pay 200 pesos to each chica that participates. Elizabeth repeated my offer to everyone in spanish.

Norma immediately accepted
Fannie/Estephanie immediately declined.
I think ratera Estephanie may have initially shook her head...
And Elizabeth said that she was game, but cautioned me that she did threesomes, but not foursomes.
Then ratera Estephanie accepted my offer with a smile.
And then Elizabeth reminded me of her limits, and said she was now out of the action.

I placed two small tables near the beds, positioned the two cameras at 90 degree angles from each other and started the videos running. Elizabeth and Fannie/Estephanie left and I jumped on the beds. Norma began sucking me as ratera Estephanie wandered around the room, occasionally dancing to the music.

Ratero Estephanie wouldn't take either my, nor Norma's instruction very well. Only with an inordinate amount of coaxing on my part, did she eventually return to the bed. And when she did, she danced on the bed above both Norma and I.
In the end, RE doused herself and me in lubricant and proceeded to slip and slide all over me instead of sucking me off. Norma got frustrated, and eventually got dressed, paid, and left.

When it was just me and RE alone in the room, she started playacting that we were going to pack up the room and leave. RE pranced around the room and began "pretending" that she was packing things up. First she grabbed the regalo box, that by this time was fairly well depleted, and dumped its few remaining contents into a duffle bag of mine. (by this time it contained mostly just mini flashlights, packs of Sheriff red cigarettes, and miscellaneous crap, mostly around eight to ten bottles of garish nail polishes. This was a yellow and purple canvas bag from LSU that had a large illustration of their tiger mascot.

RE went through the room and kitchen, placing all items intro either the LSU bag, the banker's box that had served as the regalo box, and a very large plastic bag from retailer Daiso (the Japanese store). I was mostly amused by her actions at this point. If I had been paying closer attention, I would have noticed that all the electronics and high value items were going into the LSU bag. Hours ago I had securely stored my laptop, but into the LSU bag went my cellphone, my old 3rd generation iPod, the rechargers for my phone, my computer, and other equipment. She also placed in the bag two of my four color changing lightbulbs and all three of the remotes I had with me in the room. Then she picked up one of the two identical red Vivitar cameras and began looking at the images it contained. I grabbed it from her just after she deleted its contents. I removed the SD card and placed the camera down as we both reached for the other camera. I came up with it and immediately removed the SD card. Both cards got safely tucked away by me, well out of her sight

Stupid me was finally starting to get concerned with this bitch's behavior. After getting dressed, she put both cameras in the LSU bag and then added the space heater to that bag. This made the contents of the LSU bag too great to zip it closed. I put on my shorts under my robe and flip flops and paid RE another 200p for her unstructured video performance as I told her it was time for her to go. I noticed she had placed all three containers, the LSU bag, the bankers box, and the Daiso bag all close to the door. When I picked up the banker's box and moved it away from the door, she grabbed the LSU bag and darted out the door. I chased after her.

I chased her down all four flights of stairs yelling "NO NO NO"
If I'd of had the presence of mind to kick off my flip-flops, I probably would have caught her on the stairs.

Hotel guests heard the noise I was making and came out of their rooms to look at the spectacle of me chasing her in my bathrobe down the stairs (that circled the elevator). I yelled extra loud as we approached the ground level. I expected Francisco to catch her in the lobby - but the lobby appeared empty as I saw her run out the HDS' front door.

A few seconds after she ran out the front door, Francisco entered the lobby through the same front door and said that policia were in the area
He suggested that I wait in the lobby, which I did for a while. Blanca was at the front desk through the entire incident.

But after waiting for a while, with nothing apparently happening, I went back up to my room to secure it (I had left it unlocked). About five or ten minutes later Francisco and the field supervisor came up to my room. The supervisor asked me what was taken. I told him most of the contents I remembered. He said that they caught the girl on the street just outside of the hotel and she was going to jail. The policia supervisor asked me if I needed any of my stuff right away. I said that the bag contained the charger to my laptop, which I would need back eventually, but I didn't immediately need it. At this point I didn't realize that my cellphone was also in the LSU bag. That supervisor never told me to go with him, or that I needed to press charges. He just left after repeating that they were going to take her to jail.

Francisco later said the policia had indeed caught the chica and placed her in the back of the police car, then left. Francisco thought she had been arrested. A few hours later I walked to the police facility on Madero (near the pedestrian walkway) to ask about my stuff, but they said they could not help me without the name of the policeman I had talked with, which I hadn't retained. They suggested that I go to the roundish looking police building next to the arch. When I went there, they said basically the same thing, that I needed the policeman's name. They suggested that I go back to my hotel & call the police using # 066. So I went back to the HDS and enjoyed a couple of sessions with my regulars. They were pissed that I had been ripped off by ratera Estephanie, especially since that chica had stolen their remaining regalo items that were not pre-shopped by five of my favorite freelancer, which were still held in my closet!

I went downstairs and talked to Francisco and the guy who was now working the front desk (Marco). Francisco said that after six hours, the chica would be released from jail and that she would then return to the HDS and return my stuff. I thought that sounded pretty odd, but he insisted that was how things worked in LZ. I said the kisosk policia told me to call 066, but Marco said I couldn't call that number from the hotel, he even had me try to from the front desk, to no avail. So I sat down in the HDS' lobby for about an hour and waited to see if any more of my freelancers would stop by.

When it got to be 6 1/2 hours after the grab & run I again went to Francisco and said his earlier suggestion of the automatic return of my stuff was not happening since it was now past six hours since the theft and "arrest". Francisco told me that I likely would now need to go to the jail and he gave me sketchy directions as to where the jail was. He said I should travel six blocks west and then ask for directions to the jail. I got in my car and followed Francisco's directions, but no one in that area spoke english, nor seemed to know where this gringo was trying to go. So I returned to the HDS and got better directions from Francisco. I went back and found the jail.

At the main entrances' desk I explained what happened that afternoon and that I was there to claim my bag & stuff. I was led back down a corridor to another interior desk. It seemed like maybe it was a dispatch desk with a policeman and two policewomen answering phones and working with desktop computers. A large sign above this interior desk read "Barandilla Operativa" and the guy sitting there helped me.

This policia officer heard my story and he spent a lot of time checking that day's arrest records. He even went in the back to look at records from a second source (probably another computer and/or data system). He declared that they had no record of any arrest between 2 and 3 PM in the area of the HDS. He struggled for the correct words to then give me, and ultimately uttered that "policia corruption" might have been the reason for no arrest. He said that a big problem with police corruption existed in the area around the HDS. He suggested and encouraged me to come back at 6:00 PM the next day to see if I could identify the cop that I spoke to. He grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote down "6:00 P.M." on it and handed it to me and told me to come back tomorrow. He said the same cops from the same shift working that same LZ area would all be there at 6PM at the end of their shift, and I could then identify the policeman that I talked to. I asked the dispatcher guy for his name. I handed him back the sheet of paper and had him write his name on it. I then drove back to the HDS for another night of debauchery.

The prior night, when ratera Estephanie was sleeping, I had e-mailed her picture to my quasi wingman and another friend. The friend responded with his usual criticism of RE's ugly looks and he encouraged me to increase my chica budget. So during this night I reviewed the SD cards on my laptop and discovered that RE had successfully deleted the contents from one of the cards. I e-mailed her picture from my hotmail account to my yahoo e-mail account. I then went to the internet cafe on second street and paid to have them print two black & white pictures of Miss Ratero. I gave one copy of her picture to the HDS front desk because they asked for her pic. I kept the second picture copy in my room, on display for all the chicas that stopped by for a juice & cita during the next morning and afternoon. Both Renata and Norma said that they planned to beat RE up if they ever saw her again.

Elizabeth stopped by my room at around 5:00 PM the next afternoon. At around 5:20 the house phone rang. I told the desk to let Renata come on hup. Then I unlocked my room's door and resumed fucking Elizabeth. When Renata arrived she immediately stripped and jumped into the bed to join us. She didn't even stop for a juice! But I did ask her to set an alarm on her cellphone for 5:40 PM. Once in bed I happily fucked them both. After a while, as we were positioning ourselves for my four-handed finish, the alarm rang. I paid the girls and jumped in the shower to clean myself off while they shopped their respective reserve regalo bags pulled from my the closet. They each wanted a slice of the remaining 1/2 mexican cheescake, so I suggested that they spilt the remainder of the pie and take them "to go".

At 5:50PM we rode the elevator down together. When we hit the lobby there was an elderly guy that maybe had just checked in. He looked at the three of us, the girls with regalo filled bags hanging from one shoulder while their other hands each held up chocolate syrup covered 1/4 cheescake slices and declared "Now that's how to do things!" I patted him on his side as we walked by. Both girls gave me parting kisses in the parking lot's covered entrance. They left and I jumped in my car. The dashboard clock said the time was 5:52. So I barely had enough time to hit the first information desk at the jail by 5:59. I held up the paper sheet that had written on it "6:00 P.M., with the dispatcher's name. The policewoman/receptionist went back and brought the male dispatcher with her.

He looked at me, smiled, and then checked some type of appointment list they had at the front desk. He said "yes, 6:00 o'clock" and he escorted me back to his dispatcher's desk. He had me wait in the same area where I had talked to him the prior night. This waiting area was medium sized, maybe 25 feet by 25 feet. On the side away from the street was the dispatch desk with the sign over it. As I faced the desk, the entrance hallway was to my right. An equal sized area was on the other side of the dispatch desk and that's where most of the cops were. Their 'behind-the-dispatch-desk" area had hallways leading out to each side (left & right) to areas or hallways I could not see. Only a swinging half door at the end of the dispatch desk separated these two areas Behind me was an entry to garage type area that had a large metal roll-up door facing the street. That area was large enough to hold a couple of fire engines, but it was empty at the time with the metal roll-up closed. To my left was just a solid wall. The dispatcher had me wait, so i leaned against the solid wall.

That evening I spent a little more than an area waiting in that area. Many cops walked through it. Twice beligerant drunks became unruly in it & had to be restrained. Other people with legitimate police business came and went through it. The area I was standing in was a very busy area.

The area behind the dispatch desk was also a very busy area. It held about nine of ten cops most of the time I was there. Other cops continuously entered and exited that area from all these different hallways and entrances. As I stood there waiting, I probably saw over 30 different cops enter and exit the area directly behind the dispatch desk. Gradulally that area swelled to contain around or over 15 different cops as a big group of them entered from the left side. By himself, the cop who met me in my HDS room entered from the right and parked himself behind this large group of policia. I recognized him immediately, but I had to keep shifting my position in the waiting area to get more glimpses of him. After a few minutes about five or six cops left that area, back to the left, and my guy walked off to right.

The dispatcher came out from behind his desk and talked to me. "Did you see the policeman that talked to you?" he asked.
I said "yes he was the only guy that just now entered and exited from the right." That bigger group of police all came and went from the left". He asked if I was sure, and I said yes. The dispatcher then went into the back, on the right, and walked back to me with that officer. The two of them stepped through the small swinging half door into the waiting area I was standing in The remainder of that area behind the dispatch desk once again swelled with officers, this time most of them were clustered close to the small swinging half door, staring directly at me, and holding their glaring stares.

The dispatcher guy conducted his interview of us both as I faced the officer directly. We were standing only 4 or five feet away from the swinging half door. Dispatcher guy and I speak in English to each other while the cop I fingered spoke only in Spanish, and only to dispatcher guy.

At first, when those two guys spoke to each other in Spanish, dispatcher guy was telling him details of my story and he went into a good amount of details, including specifically mentioning the items that were in my bag (i.e. cellphone, iPod, two matching red cameras, power cords and two color changing lightbulbs, with remote controls). Then dispatcher guy turned to me:

Are you sure this is the police officer that you met yesterday?
Yes
Are you sure?
yes
And he's the one you spoke to in your room?
Yes
In Spanish?
No, in English
He spoke to you in English
Yes
Do you see any other policeman that were there at your hotel around 2 o'clock when the theft happened?
No, I never saw any other policia yesterday, only this man.
This man is a supervisor, are you sure it was him that you met?
Yes, but I would like for him to speak in a little in English, so I can identify his voice and be even more certain.
No he's not going to do that. He's a supervisor... are you really sure it was him that talked to you?
Like I said, I would like to hear his voice speaking English
That's not possible, he does not speak English.

I thought to myself...BULLSHIT!!! (I think every cop in Tijuana speaks English, some better than others,
and this guy appeared to be just fair, at best, in English when we met the day before).

But I decided to play along with this outright lie and said the following when I looked directly at the cop I identified:

"I'm sorry, I must have misidentified you, I apologize. You look exactly like the policia I talked to in mi cuartos, but if you don't speak English, I must be mistaken.
The policeman I met with yesterday looks just like you do, but he knew English and talked to me in English"

I then turned and faced dispatcher guy, and said pretty much the same thing, and apologized to him. Dispatcher guy said "Don't leave just yet. Please stay just a little bit longer (I got the thumb and index finger nearly touching hand sign) and if you don't mind, please stand over there (he pointed to the door leading to the garage big enough for fire engines) There's another officer I want you to meet and talk to. He will have more questions for you.

Every time I was asked to wait, and that happened a lot this night, I was left standing by myself for a good 10 to 15 minutes.
Usually under the glaring stares of a dozen or more sets of eyes.

Dispatcher guy finally brings this other policeman to meet me. His uniform is different than all the other policia. He has no name badge and he is wearing this thick vest that is canvas covered. The canvas is sort of like an office organizer, with holders for pens, pencils, a small writing pad and a loop on the bottom. He has a set of handcuffs clipped to it at the bottom of vest, slightly above his belt line. This policeman I will call a "cop in vest" and I notice another policeman dressed just like him standing behind me as he interviewed me. The main jist of his interview was to again get to my assertion that I could make a good identification of the policia that spoke to me, and getting a lot more details of my stolen items. We spoke for a long time on the public's side of the dispatch desk while dispatcher guy and a lot of the policemen milling about on the other side of the dispatch desk looked on.

Every now & then the police supervisor I had fingered out would reappear in the area behind the dispatch desk. The cop I fingered would talk to other police personnel and occasionally stare at me. I always made it a point of staring back at him & never looking away. During these long waits I noticed there were just a few more of these cops in vests with no name tags and they, along with dispatcher guy, were pften carefully watching me as I had these infrequent stare downs with the fingered cop. I was out to demonstrate that I was not going to back down under any amount of pressure, and they seemed to be grinning about that fact, unlike the other (regular) policia that were just giving me cold hard stares.

I had two full sets of interviews with the main cop in vest, where he seemed to ask the same questions repeatedly. He chuckled when after he asked me if I spoke spanish, when my answer to him was "not in sentences". Main CIV said that he wanted me to follow him in his vehicle back to the HDS. He asked me to wait by my car, which was parked over two full blocks from the jail. When he never showed up at my car, I eventually got in it and drove back to HDS. This main CIV and another CIV were already at the HDS, in one of those large four seat police pickup trucks. Once at the HDS the main CIV only spoke a little to me. He mostly interviewed Blanca while she stood behind the desk of the HDS. They talked a long time, with Blanca doing most of the talking for long stretches. She apparently saw a lot of what happened the prior afternoon. After interviewing Blanca for more than ten minutes the main CIV seemed content with Blanca's information and he told me that he wanted me to follow him back to the jail in my car.

Once we arrived at the jail, this main CIV said that he wanted me to meet and talk to another policia that was going to be assigned to investigate my incident. He introduced me to a cop that appeared to be of a higher rank. He had the same prominent badges on his shoulder tops as did the fingered cop: a large rectangular badge with a black background that contained two silver colored triangles. He said that he was a supervisor, and he appeared to have the same rank and shoulder badges as fingered cop, This supervisor's name badge had his name as Hernandez, Damion Mario H..

The main CIV talked to supervisor Hernandez at first, giving supervisor Hernandez a run down of my matter, then Damion Mario Hernandez interviewed me with much of the same questions along with asking me a lot about my background. Supervisor Hernandez was the first policeman to ask me for identification, so I handed him my passport, which was passed around to the main CIV, another CIV and maybe even dispatch guy before it was returned to me. After interviewing me for a long time he asked me to wait because he wanted me to meet some chief cop in charge. So I had another long wait, complete with stares from the police milling about behind the dispatch desk and the occasional appearance & stare down from fingered cop. After another long wait I was introduced to El Jeffe.

El Jeffe had small eppilette badges that identified his rank to whomever knew their ranking system. Small rectangular badges on his shoulders that had no contrasting colors, just solid silver with three raised triangles. The other thing that was noteworthy was that his name badge was different: it contained no first or middle name, but just said :"Valencia".

El Jeffe Valencia asked me just about the same series of questions, with an emphasis challenging that I was sure that I had identified the right cop. He was also particular in questioning my spanish skills and my assertion that fingered cop had talked to me in English the prior day at HDS. All during my interview with 'Chief Valencia' he kept getting interrupted by various other cops that had questions for him. During one of my breaks from being interviewed by Mr. Valencia, I was standing alone. This really really short policeman comes right up to me and was talking in Spanish at 90 miles an hour. I interrupted 'little cop' and said "I'm sorry, I only speak English". Little cop immediately walked away and I noticed that at that very moment, all the cops that I had dealt with were all looking carefully at my brief exchange with LC.

Another thing that was happening;, it had gotten to about 7:30 in the evening, and the number of policia in this jail had thinned out. Now I was noticing that there were four different cops in vests (CIV) and one appeared to be the head CIV. He was this really really tall & buff, young looking dude. My guess is that he was at or above 6 foot 6 inches tall and he towered over all the other policia, even his other fellow CIVs. As a generalization, all the four CIVs I was seeing tended to have lighter skin and this tall guy was the whitest of all. His skin color was like mine. He was never introduced to me, but at times each of the other CIVs spoke one-on-one with him, like they were reporting to him. I think this tall CIV even spoke to Supervisor Hernandez or EJ Valencia at one point.

As the crowd of other officers shrank to low levels, maybe five or less, dispatcher guy walked over to the public's side of the dispatch desk. This side is where I was standing, and the other CIV's were also standing. Dispatcher guy went to each CIV (except the tall one) and gave each of them fist bumps as they exchanged smiles. I had noticed too, that whenever I was being spoken too by any policia officer of any rank, these guys were very professional looking and acting during their exchanges with me. But when they were addressing each other, even in front of me, they were very friendly and informal with each other, casual, almost like buddies hanging out in a pool hall.

EJ Valencia came back to me and said that he wanted me to me to go back with him the the HDS. Same BS of asking me to wait for him by my car... and when nobody showed up at my car that was parked far from the jail,... I simply drove over to the HDS. This time I arrived at HDS at the same time some of the other officers were arriving. I went hup to my room and grabbed the one remaining copy I had of the picture of Ratera Estephanie. The moment I left HDS and joined the group of policia on the sidewalk in front, Supervisor Hernandez asked me why I went hup to my room. I told him that I went up to get a picture of the girl and handed him a printed copy of the same picture I posted, in this thread, of her. He seemed shocked that I had a picture of RE to give him, and it was quickly passed around to all six officers as we all stood in a circle on the sidewalk immediately outside the entrance to HDS (EJ Valencia, Supervisor Hernandez and four CIVs). Supervisor Hernandez kept RE's picture, as he was the only officer that had report papers and was taking notes.

Mr. Valencia ask me yet again to confirm that the fingered supervisor spoke to me in English and then, to test my correct identification, he asked me if I could describe the man I had identified just one hour earlier. I said yes, then described his build, shape and length of his moustache, the style and length of his hair (as compared to some of the other officers standing there on the street corner) and then I said he was easily distinguishable on that day and the prior day by the cold blister on his lower lip.

EJ Valencia acted like he did not understand exactly what I meant by the word blister, so I pointed to exact spot were it appeared and said it was a small oval with white discoloration on the front of his lip. Again Mr. Valencia seemed puzzled by what I was saying until one of the CIVs put his own finger up to his own lip and said "Huevos" which caused all the officers to chuckle. Valencia once again asked me if the fingered supervisor had spoken to me in English,with almost a unbelieving expression on his face (as if that dirty supervisor doesn't speak English).

Mr. Valencia then pointed across the street to a policia squad car and asked me if I could identify that squad car or the two police officers that were leaning against the vehicle. The vehicle and new officers were parked right in front of La Tropa. I said no, but added that I never saw any other policemen on the day of the theft, just the Supervisor that I identified. I told them all that the only person I knew that had seen the officers with the ratera was Francisco, HDS' security guy.

The immediate problem was that Francisco was not at the HDS this day (a Saturday) since it was his day off. Just as I thought they might be done questioning me, a serious call came over their police radios. It looked like it was important and urgent, since all of them jumped in their various official vehicles, ran sirens, and peeled out southbound on Revolution, if the car's initial positioning allowed. One police truck that was parked right in front of HDS, furiously backed up onto Revolution to then headed to the emergency.

I decided to sit in the HDS lobby for just a minute or two before heading up the elevator when the main CIV walked into the HDS lobby. He apparently hadn't left with the other seven police officers. It was a Saturday. He asked me if I was leaving at the end of the weekend. I said that was my original plan, but I could stick around longer in TJ, if it would help. He said "Yes, it would be good if you were here on Monday, to maybe answer some more questions. I told him that I would stay in TJ, and then he left. I asked him his name in case I had to go look for him. The main CIV said he was "Ortiz".

There's only a little more that happened in the following days of the extended trip, (other than me hunkering down in the HDS with my "crew" of sex workers frequently dropping in). My crew of walker sex providers for the last three days of my extended trip treated me like a hero, after all, no group of persons in LZ get victimized more by the policia than the unlicensed chicas. When I said that to Elizabeth she said that the policia are always hitting her and the other girls up to give them free sex. I told Eizabeth that I had it all wrong in my understanding of how this worked for walkers because I thought the cops hit the unlicensed girls up for 200 pesos in exchange for them to allow the walkers to work and leave them alone. "They hit us up for BOTH the 200 pesos and the free sex, those bastards" is what LIz said to give me the correct picture of things in LZ.

When I was out on the street anytime during the remainder of my trip (and I tried not to make that happen much) I was completely paranoid, looking carefully at every policia, even though they all seemed oblivious to my existence. Ortiz came driving by the HDS on Monday in one of those high profile 4-seat pickups after making a u-turn at Revolution. Another CIV was riding shotgun. This day they were not wearing their vests, but they also still did not have on any name tags. I was walking Renata in for a cita. Ortiz motioned me to come over to him curbside and talk to him, so I stepped away from Renata to talk to him and the other CIV. Ortiz said that he wanted to talk to me some more, but It looked like I was busy. I that I was always busy, but we could talk now. He suggested "later, maybe in half an hour?". I looked at Renata and said "Well, what about an hour?" He said "fine, one hour", but he never made another appearance.

By the time I left for the USA on Tuesday, I was largely over my paranoia, and comfortable with being in and around LZ again. But as always, I still walk around with very little dinero, and keep my head on a constant swivel. My current trip started nine days after this trip ended. This week I've been back in LZ a lot and it 's almost as if I'm invisible to every policia I come across.

It anything happens to me, seems it will be when I least expect it. After five days in Orange County & away from Tijuana I returned for another full week. If I was a marked man to the policia, you would never know it. Any policeman I walked by didn't recognize me: heck they don't even seem to notice me. My guess is that cops periodically get identified for doing something improper, but nothing ever happens to them. So it's no big deal.

Thanks for taking the time to write up your story. Sorry to sound unsympathetic, but with that conga line of street girls parading through your room it was only a matter of time before disaster struck.

That pussy doesn't seem quite so cheap anymore does it?

It's just the cost of doing business in LZ.

Replacement costs for the stolen stuff was around $300 (I've already replaced and upgraded my cellphone). Not a big expense when averaged over all the citas I've enjoyed since the beginning of the year. Still, it would have been better to have avoided this...I missed several opportunites to do just that & blew it.

Maybe getting two rooms....near or next to each other on the days a conga line is scheduled?

Or do what I do when I go to lower end rooms: locking luggage, and a safety cable to attach said luggage to an immovable object, have valuables away when engaging in activities,...the girls know when you are distracted lol

Anyways sorry about you losing your stuff. And thanks for sharing...is good to hear the not so good stories...keeps your radar on

I don't think getting two rooms would help. At HDS that would mean spending over $30 a day in an effort to partially protect against a potential $300 loss. Plus I have that crap in the room to use it, so it would be a hassle having it stored somewhere else.

I've stayed at cheaper LZ SG hotels overnight, but as my trips to LZ have morphed into marathons with more frequent citas (double digits on some days) it now only makes sense to stay where there are no joiner fees. And leaves me with the limited choices of Leyva, HDS and Cascades. Other mongers would go crazy with all these walkers knocking on their door at all hours, but I don't sleep for long stretches, so it seems to work for me. At the Leyva I switchout the closet doorknob with a deadbolt, so my laptop and other valuables can be stored somewhat securly. But that strategy does not work at Cascades or HDS.

These days typically I go down to LZ for week long trips, enjoy 50 to 60 citas (less than half with pops - typically the 100p bbbj's) and spend $1,100 to $1,200 US inclusive (but paying in pesos).

So when I suffered this approx. $300 loss in property I could just chalk it up to an unfortunate unexpected expense of that trip. Dealing with the police was undesirable, yet interesting.

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