[Monday, Day 3 - Sodom and Gomorrah]:

Monday morning/afternoon was spent in sheer decadence. After about 4 cups of coffee with plenty of anal penetration and bare back mouth finishing, I was led to believe that this was too good to be true. Either one of us would wake up and then proceed to grope the other. Finally, by about 4pm, we realized that we had to - at the very least - meet her sister for some dinner. So, I took the two girls out to the local mall where we did some eye shopping and I bought the two of them a couple of lighted belly-pins. Thereafter, we made our way to a Chinese restaurant near the Hotel with an open atrium in the middle of it (not Tin-Jo) and had some rather average Chinese food. Next on tap - we took the taxi out to a couple of clubs which were about one-third of a mile away and sweated our way through crowds of people. In one of the clubs, Flori gave me a concerned look and told me that her necklace was given to her by one of her boyfriends who now lives in the states. She went on to tell me who this young, charming American wanted to marry her and how she was still debating about it; she was from Quepos and did not want to leave him. She went on to tell me that she just wanted to forget about him … as did I. After a couple more drinks and some sweat-ridden dancing, Flori soon realized that she no longer had her necklace. What horrible coincidence … and this time, she looked concerned. It almost seemed like fate that she would lose it at that time.

Our next stop was The Pueblo clubs, again. The clubs in Pueblo were more crowded that night. Although Flori danced the same and was as raunchy as ever, she seemed to have something wrong with her. She kept spacing out … and when I returned from a trip to a bathroom, I found her with another guy dancing. What the heck … I found it to be funny. Was I jealous of her? It’s not like we were dating, were we? Was I simply drunk and jealous? Why did I care? After all, I had been with plenty of other women right before I met her. In my half-drunken vengefulness, I grabbed her sister by the arms and began dancing with her … and, to Flori’s sister’s delight, she got some grinding on the dance floor out of me as well … which was odd … considering that I would figure one’s sister to be more protective of their own sister and not care to grind with her sister’s pseudo-date … that is, unless I truly wasn’t Flori’s date. After 20 minutes of this charade, Flori walked back to me with the guy’s number, waved and the guy, and then tore up the number with him watching … and quickly gave me a kiss and stuck by my side for the rest of the evening. Hmm … what just went on? I must be a jerk. No, it must be the alcohol. No … I’m only human.


The rest of the night went well, although we almost did the nasty in the same bar in El Pueblo, again. We taxi’d back and dropped Flori’s sister off at their small hotel, and we spent the rest of the night in sexual heaven … or would that be hell? Whatever it was, my earthen purgatory seemed to be a virtual heaven to me. So … what would I do? I was to be leaving at 2pm from San Jose. Would I simply leave Flori and move onto Lima? On my previous trip, I had never felt so attached to anyone so quickly.

(Message edited by play274 on December 06, 2003)