Skipping Day 2 (which was pretty good) to my 3rd and last day of this trip, Saturday. I had spent Thursday night and Friday enjoying not particularly notable experiences along the lines of mongering 101 within the confines of the zona - as evidenced by Part 1 of this trip. Good chicas and good sex but routine. Day 3 would be less conventional.

I first met the chica I will at first identify as FC ("factory chica") at La Botana bar 3 years ago when she was 17 (yes, she told me she was 19). I thought she was a new chica there but later learned that she was just hanging out with an amiga who worked there who was trying to persuade her that she should quit her maquiladora employment and look for gold in the zona norte...or that she just might find her release from the economic struggles of Mexico by hooking up with a gringo PLM. Well obviously she took me as a candidate for the latter. In a bar like La Botana when Sampson isn't throwing a fiesta, she would have little else to choose from. So turns out that her amiga recognized me as a patron who had put in some quality time with an incredibly hot ex-mesera who I used to describe as the world's tiniest human being who is not technically a "little person". For a little while I had been a familiar face in Botana and my taste for the least jaded chicas was recognized. So the tender FC's amiga introduced me to FC and she is really freaking cute. But more then that, the girl is gifted with a great personality, sense of humor, and opportunism and she makes the most of the situation sending me into some dangerous ecstasy as we make a spectacle of ourselves for a few hours in the bar. Despite her obvious opportunism, I had a hunch that she enjoyed herself as much as I did. She was dressed civvie and didn't dance, but she did collect fichas drinking non-alcoholic drinks, so she was "working" in that sense so I just thought she was working period - a new Botana BG. In these situations I generally wait for a follow-up engagement on a later date before asking the chica to go to the room or for an outdate, so the question of hooking up the genitals never came up that night. She gave me her phone number and I'm gone.

My next trip to TJ a few weeks later I go to Botana to find her, but my amigos at the door told me that she decided not to work in the zona and was still working in the factory - the only way to see her would be to call her if I had the number. Well OK, but no I wasn't gonna call her. Looking for a HO at this moment, not an opportunistic factory girl.

Flash ahead 2 years plus and I'm sitting in the bowels of Rio Rosa Bar with an amigo. We are both there to enjoy some softcore company with a mutual amiga - another tiny cute spinner named Estrella who worked off and on at RR and is now gone for good...she says. Many who have taken the RR dare know her, and know her as pretty much the only cute young chica to work there for any amount of time. Now she's back to Estrallaville to open a vegetable market (but perhaps not). During this little party I notice a chica sitting at the bar - clearly not working and wearing layers of civilian clothing - and even a hat or hood which obscures her appearance further. When Estrella makes off for a baņo trip, another chica leads this civilian over for a few seconds. She asks if I remember her and I apologize that I don't. Hearing her name doesn't help much. The chica offers the courtesy that she doesn't want to interrupt my party with the other chica, but will I please read a letter that she has written on a folded up and taped piece of paper when I get a chance. Well, OK.

Amigo and I say goodbye to Estrella and once back under the light of the Callejon, I unfolded the letter and that's what it was, a full length letter - in Spanish of course, in which the chica identifies herself as FC and asks me to remember to that night back in Botana a couple of years earlier. OH YEAH - the sweet memory lights up. She goes on to say that the chica who brought her over in RR, was her amiga who had introduced us at Botana, and so she was just stopping in to say hey to her amiga after her shift. She's still working at the factory and please call her.

I caved and contact was eventually initiated a few months later, but I tried to keep my distance as clearly this chica was a green card player and was just coming on too heavy and too often...vibes of fatal attraction. Multiple text messages every day ranging from "love letters" to micro-detail throwaways like "I'm hungry mi corazon and don't know what to eat". Just way way way too much and I thought better to let this one ride back to the back of the line. Then one night a couple of months ago she kind of gets to me - just as I'm ready to go to bed the too familiar text tone rings. FC writes "Oh my love, I'm so cold in my house. Are you cold in your house?" We go back and forth a little and its just poignant enough to grab at me enough so that I begin to abandon the common sense and write back indicators that she just might see me soon - to this point I had made her no offers of getting together and removed all endearments and suggestive remarks from the few responses she ever got from me. But sure - the chica is cute and I kept a foot in the water. Told her that I'd love to share the warmth with her, but the best I could promise was ONE night in the next couple of weeks.

That night was set to happen on the trip previous to this last weekend about 4 weeks ago - when it was still cold in mid-February. I would grant her the PLM concession of bringing her a space heater. On the phone she was getting to me a little bit more with a sexy schoolgirl voice - so tender and innocent. Dirty old fricken beast I am! She had bought some kind of inexpensive phone card - maybe some black market item, and was now adding regular calls to the texting tornado.

This would be one night of a 5 day stand in TJ, and with all that time available to me, I was still a little bit regretful that I had made the date. Simply because that particular Friday night I wanted to be out and about like a raving lunatic in the zona. Just the mood del dia - and that's what we mongers like to do - follow the path to instant gratification, follow our impulses on our terms. Did not feel like entertaining a factory girl even though I knew I wasn't going to have to be a perfect gentleman. So I was pretty much thrilled when at our appointed meeting time at my hotel, she called to tell me she was just too sick to make it that night. Could it be tomorrow? I told her probably not as I already had other plans. That was a lie - just wanted to keep my options open for another plan I was hoping to finalize with a different civilian chica. I told her I would contact her if I found free time. So I went off to the zona free of any plans. I didn't really think I was being stood up - I believed in the context of the whole developing story that she had no reason to stand me up, as clearly she had been the initiator throughout. But I didn't care either way. I never did see her my remaining days in TJ, and she kept calling and texting throughout looking for another time and asking me every couple of hours "what are you doing now my love? Are you still busy?". Of course I didn't tell her I'd be in town for 5 days and by Sunday morning she was talking about my next trip, though I would be in TJ until Tuesday (hoping her zona amiga would not spot me).

So I'm home for a month between trips and I'm thinking......Naaaaah. My reaction the night I was supposed to see her tells me Im just not that interested. But a few phone calls later she's crept back under my skin a little bit...there is magic in her voice and sweet style - so I decide not to return the space heater to OSH, and make the plan to see her this last Saturday night.

Saturday Night:

I was out fucking around in the zona until close to 8AM on Friday night/Saturday morning - so no problem sleeping until 4PM. I was feeling a small dose of performance pressure that putas relieve us of because it is only our pleasure that matters when we pay directly for sex - but nothing serious....no more than the thought that I shouldn't run down to the zona late that afternoon and expend more sexual energy and leche on another chica. Save whatever libido I had remaining for the FG. Didn't have a zona appetite anyway. Also decided to wait until she arrived to eat anything more then a sampling of the fruit, juice and coffee that Ticuan keeps out in the lobby. So it would be a very relaxing afternoon of reading newspapers and sipping lots of coffee in the lobby while yabbering with amigos staying in the hotel, and hotel staffers I've come to know over the months I've been staying there. It's funny to sit in that lobby and watch long time amigos and short time conocidos suddenly arrive at the door with their putas - and you know most of them too! Sometimes putas you know arrive by themselves - give you a little embarrassed wave while they wait for their bearish dates to come down to the lobby only to move them back into the elevator asap to minimize the exposure and get the party rolling. So much romance in the air! Ah, Tijuana in the early spring.

I was feeling self-conscious waiting for the chica to arrive at 9PM. The thing is, I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I keep getting older each year - but I keep hanging out with 20 year olds. There were times it was embarrassing in public years ago when I was a youngster in my late 40's, now it is officially an issue in my mid-50's. There you go, I confess. I do not feel comfortable escorting chicas young enough to be granddaughters around the civilized parts of the city - though I do it all the time. Some chicas present a little more sophisticated and that gives a small measure of relief. I expected FG to arrive looking like she was out of central casting, portraying some mexicana version of Elie Mae Clampett - young and simple and from the uh...country.

I was in the lobby yabbering with a couple of infamous board members no longer welcome on TJA, dumb insulting pricks that they are. In walks FG - but not like a rancherita version of Elie Mae Clampett....more like a Park Avenue princess - bedecked in an elegant form fitting 3/4 length black coat, costly pointy toe boots with understated high heels, beautiful and tasteful jewelry, a hairdo that would cost 3 weeks maquiladora pay in L.A., light and smartly applied makeup. The chica was a vision of urbane sophistication. Wow!

Her manner wasn't particularly sophisticated however. After our opening embrace on this our first date, I begged her patience so one of my outlaw amigos could finish telling me about his Death Valley Days. She stood there a bit impatiently - her head on my shoulder, our arms appearing interlocked, but not so much as to keep her from massaging my ass while she waited for my attention. Chica was getting right down to it! Soon we made our way to the room - just to have a few quiet moments before going out on the town. But as soon as we enter the suite she was in full attack mode and we squeezed the first passions lying on the bed fully clothed.

Time has moved along and restaurant choices are diminishing along with energy to travel much further from the perimeter of the hotel. So we end up in Sanborn's for Chrissake...SANBORNS! Well, the food may be ordinary to pedestrian, but the big store and restaurant are certainly elegant settings. We march through 100 diners to a windowside table and I'm pleased that all of the well respected mexicanos and mexicanas of downtown, doing the best things so conservatively, do not look at me like I should be doing time and registered as a sex offender. But not a second look. However, our mesera certainly belies her colorful Sanborn's fairy princess uniform and she's more like the wicked witch of the west, but it is of no consequence. The food on this day was actually flavorful, fresh and well prepared. Chica ate only a bowl of Caldo - substantial enough with the meat and vegetables in the soup, but I wanted her to show me she was not anorexic and dared her to eat dessert. When I asked for a translation of a dessert item on the menu, a well turned out manager appeared and locked himself into our company for a 30 minute discourse on language learning - so happy he wasn't scandalized by Beauty and the Beast sharing adolescent fantasies at a table in his restaurant.

We drank some wine and listened to some music in the bar. I learned that FC is not so damned poor and desperate - well she is, but she does have benefactors. She came to TJ at age 16 and lives with a 33 year old aunt who is married to a full blood gabacho - a successful cross border pairing for 10 years or more. Uncle's got a decent job in SD and Aunt has the visa and both go back and forth between a place in SD and that so cold casa in TJ. But...they are religious and parental over FC, supporting, spoiling and stifling her at the same time. Not what I expected but it explains her elegant stylings and her familiarity with the finer things in TJ. They are sacrificing for her - no need for the TJ casa but to house and keep a CLOSE eye on the tender young niece FC. She feels vulnerable to their stifling her social and sexual aspirations because they have sacrificed for her. Call this foreshadowing!

FC had adequately lied to her aunt to support at least being away from home on this overnight, but she felt her cellphone could explode at any moment with panicked "where are you?" calls from la tia. Fuck that though - with lots of love to be made and my need to capture my investment in the jacuzzi, we skipped any further diversions of the TJ nightlife and getting to know you discussion. In the room I ordered a cubeta of cerveza which arrived from Las Pulgas in like 90 seconds and it is fucking CHEAP for room service.

We find that passion again in an instant. I'm thinking I want her bareback - definitely NOT my usual thing. But probably not going t happen because I know there is nothing this chica would probably want more then to get knocked up by a gabacho caballero. She's not on birth control sez she, because she's not having "relations". But I am lately keeping new weapons on hand - morning after pills!!! But how will I get her to agree to such a crass plan? Hmmm....extortion (it's either the pill or the condoms sweetheart!)...hmmm, how naive might she be (hey baby, take this...in case we conceived tonight this pill will make our baby stronger and healthier). Well no, I am who I am...so I figured to forego the hoped for BB and use condoms. What a waste of planning this would all turn out to be!

We lay side by side and kissed and caressed for an hour while she steadily worked my package. But when I finally began to undress her, there was shy resistance - not real reistance, just a showing of the verguenza of an innocent. She sat up and I unhooked her bra and when she turned back around to lie down her arms were folded over her breasts and she smiled shyly. I'm in TJ for chrissake and I feel like I've been detoured into a PG-13 movie. There was more serious resistance to panty removal but it got done - and the thighs locked hard around her loins as a last line of protection from the Beast. Gentle physical encouragement got the Beast his first introduction to a beautiful completely shaved pussy. Fuck, the chica is showing resistance as if we're on a first high school date, but this sweet item is very freshly shaved and prepared to be on display on this night.

While the jacuzzi very slowly fills with hot water, I gently caress her and her resistance is giving way. But my own broken down vessel of a body is starting to fail. I am feeling something that I recognize as the TJ shits - a very special variety of abdominal distress...but it is opposed by the constipating side effect of the cialis that I took in anticipation of a TLN. An explosion seems imminent and I keep running to the bathroom to try and make it happen before we get into that jacuzzi. Damn, don't need no uninvited bubbles and floaters coming up that may be coaxed by the hot dancing waters. I don't really succeed in blowing myself up...or rather out in the bathroom, but I feel adequately out of jeopardy for the moment.

We begin luxuriating in the jacuzzi under the growing mountains of foam and bubbles...or so I thought we would. But now she's on me aggressively, choreographing mutual masterbation. Her hand is gently massaging the package under water and she guides my hand to her and I stroke her gently. But damn is she tight...either she possesses some kind of defense reflex to keep that hole sealed or she's just ungodly tight. Now comes the moment of truth. FG mounts me and I'm logically thinking she's about to try to make a baby and I do NOT have a condom jacuzzi side, but I am defeated and make my move towards entry. FG retreats and I am hearing..."No baby". COMO???? This is not any ordinary "no baby". I recognize the tone of voice as an announcement that there will be no fully realized consummation on this night. Chica does not want to fuck...not what you expect naked in a jacuzzi with a TJ girl.

But I'm really OK with it on every level and think its even a little cool. Again moving into the past into the 1960's - my adolescent years when we were prosecuting a sexual revolution in name, but few of us were really getting any. I certainly was not. So here a return to those times when we advanced one base at a time - playing small ball instead of looking only for a pitch we could take deep. Sweet! Chica clearly still intended to take care of me - no blue balls waiting up the road. In the jacuzzi she refuses entry but grinds away keeping me on the exterior of her smooth panocha under that hot vibrating water. It felt damn good enough as we fake fucked, embraced and ate each other's heads off, sadly, better then being inside under latex. What is going to become of me?

After 2 long sessions in the jacuzzi with a brief break, it is enough and she heads for the shower while I wonder if I will need to call an ambulance because I am in distress. Number one I have hypertension and a doctor verified for me in the aftermath that hypertensives need to get out of the jacuzzi after 15-20 minutes - there can be serious consequences for longer durations. Number 2, the Revenge is back and I am feeling waves of pain, nausea, cold sweats and other assorted punishments for my bad habits. Chica out of the bathroom and I'm quickly in...and relief comes in waves of a welcome, though grotesque bowel decathlon. I shower and I am JUST FINE! Yeah baby, let's get back to it.

Back in bed the lovemaking resumes - she tells me explicitly that she has never provided nor received oral sex in her life and it is hard for her to imagine that this will ever change. Rather then opposing her or issuing the slightest complaint, I leaned in nose to nose and whispered a pillow talk speech about how we are gifted by God or nature, your choice, with the capacity to give and receive pleasure...and that she will in time (hopefully a very damned short time) learn how to use her gifts, because life is too short to forego the profound pleasures of the flesh. She tells me that she hopes she can expand her range with me in the future. No more is said but it does seem clear enough that there will be no sexual intercourse either. But I will have my relief some 5 hours after this marathon began after dinner by her hand, and she behaves as if the splooge explosion is yet another challenge for her to deal with. Her first sight of the white lava streaked across her arm and overflowing her tiny hand. Chica is a hot passion machine and likes to squeeze in tight, but could she be a...a....a....a....v..v..v..v..irgin? My gut told me this was probably the case. I did not ask...a don't ask don't tell feeling was in the air.

Another subject that had not come up contrary to my intentions was my usual disclosure to chicas in this kind of situation -- i.e. the situation of chicas playing novio games, that I am not available as a green card provider, a novio, or for any kind of PLM committment. But she pushes her luck at one moment making a ridiculously overreaching play on the novio card, and this gives me an opportunity to segue perfectly into "the talk". She receives it well and even acknowledges that I am quite an old fart compared to her. I suspect that perhaps she'll back off a little now armed with my full set of truths.

We sleep for not nearly long enough and then late morning is upon us. Time for her to go and me to check out. I am feeling ill again upon wakeup most probably from my overexposure to the jacuzzi - but thankfully Moctezuma seems to be fully redeemed and no warhoops from that rascal. From the beginning of this encounter I had expected FC to recount the horrors of her impoverishment in TJ - to not ask me for money like a puta, but to vibe money out of my wallet as a novia in financial distress - a chica who is cold at night in her house. But all the night revealed was that she actually lives fairly well but for the absence of adequate heat in the casa. And at no point did she ever describe a single sad detail of her life that we all recognize as an unspoken request for financial assistance. OK, I still expect that it will come next time - and there will be a next time because I am enjoying this journey back to my own youth - I will continue to move forward to the past. I genuinely like the chica I will now refer to as the FV - the factory virgin.

Heading north that day I wondered if she'd keep up the assault after I left TJ now that I had given her a gentle and firm declaration of my independence. But nothing has changed in the week I've been home - daily calls and micro-detail texts...and one of those calls brought her own embarrassed self-initiated confession that she is indeed a virgin. She was apologizing for her failure to fuck and suck. She says she's played around with a few other guys in her life but is having a difficult time opening the door. Yeah yeah yeah what a caballero was I she harps on over and over and over. But the chicas don't realize how easy it is for monger lifestylers to be caballeros in any given situation. We keep the edge off and we are in a position to show what appears to be heroic RESPECTFUL restraint to someone more innocent if something like that happens to come into our lives. Not just talking about virgins...but about the "regular" sexually active non-putas who are willing to fuck you on a first date, but appreciate the chivalry of your maybe waiting until the third date before you take that pussy.

I do not desire to deflower this chica and yet, I do want to see her again. I have about 2 more weeks to figure something out.