Me & Marty

Distracting Marty during a shoot-around! I call this move

the "Pussy Decoy"!

Since I finally copped to my infidelity regarding Jilly.....

Might as well have some fun with it! Yeah, baby!

I got together with Marty for the first time (and by "getting together, I mean "fucked") about eight months into my relationship with Jilly.

Anywayyyyyyyyy....

I met Marty in a history class in my first semester in college in September of 1987.

So I was sitting there, first day of school, waiting for the professor to come in. I was fucking nervous as can be. Then I fetl a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Marty. He laughed and said, "Miss, this is Claremont McKenna COLLEGE. Claremont HIGH SCHOOL is on Indian Hill!"

He didn't have a snarky smile when he said that, just a grin. I knew he was just joking around.

"I'm almost 17 and I graduated from high school in June. So THERE!"

He laughed. "Okay. If you want to pretend to be a college student....."

I think what happened is he sat down, saw I was nervous, and decided to take my mind off of things. I did look SOMEWHAT younger than everybody else. I didn't think that much though!

"So how does one graduate high school at 16? Double up on classes?"
"Nah. I'm a November baby. Started kiddiegarten at four and got skipped a grade along the way."
"What grade?"
"Six."
"Ouch. Took you away from your friends.....and put you in a new school all at once."
"Yeah. Kinda sucked!"

Man, this guy was mega-cool. And really, really nice.

Anyway, the prof came in and did the usual first day stuff. After class, Marty said that he'd see me next time. Now as you know, I was already pretty sexually active by this point. So I thought.....maybe some fun with Marty?

Not to be. I saw a rather serious-looking girl come up and kiss him. I didn't like the vibes she gave off. Anyway, so much for fun. He seemed to really dig her and I didn't want to hit on a guy and get shot down and then have to sit next to him class after class.

Kind of an awkward thing.

But I really did like Marty as a friend. He was nice. He treated me well and was just a good, good guy. A few weeks later, I met Jilly and didn't really see Marty as a potential bedmate after that. I had been holding out hope....then Jilly came along.....

Wow. A platonic male friend! Super cool! Yay for platonic friendship!

Now, for something I've never mentioned: I loved basketball as a kid. I played it, I watched it (yay Lakers!), and even played two years in high school. I was a guard and a pretty decent one. I wasn't super-talented, but hey, I enjoyed it.

Marty also loved basketball and like me, played in high school. So we'd shoot around in the gym a couple of times a week. It was a blast. But I don't think his girlfriend, Carolyn, liked me too much. Actually, I don't think she liked me one bit.

Flash forward to April, 1987. I didn't hit the spring break scene. Fuck that. So one Tuesday afternoon I was shooting around and Marty came in. "You didn't go and party in Palm Springs?"

"Fuck no. Not into that scene."
"Same here. Shit, I can get drunk here in the comfort of my own home! That and I had to work!"

Heh. Yeah, the prospect of losing your job would be a deterrent to going to a giant drinking party. Marty worked about ten hours a week in a....oh man, how cliche is THIS going to sound?--a local coffee house that catered to, yup, local college students.

So we were shooting around and he asked how Jilly was. Jilly had really pissed me off a few days earlier--I've forgotten about what, exactly--and had flown back east to visit her parents. Then I asked where The Bitch--er....Carolyn--was. She had gone down to San Diego to see her sister.

So we were shooting around and I said, "Aw, better not overwork that wrist, Marty!"

Bwhahahahaha! I'm terrible.

"Hey, maybe you should be quiet. Wouldn't want to have a sprained tongue when Jill gets back."

FUCKING OWNED! I totally had that coming! But he wasn't done.

"Shot to the tongue, and you're to blame! You give lesbians.....a bad name!"

I was rolling. Any time you can take a song from the great Bon Jovi (Bon Jovi fucking RULES) and turn it into a sexual reference.....you've done something great.

"Hey, I'm not gay, genius," I protested.
"You're not? You DON'T go licky-licky on Jill's pinky?"
"Good grief, call it a pussy like a normal guy would. And yes, I DO. And it's sooooooo good. And she goes licky-licky on mine. Then we dance around, do each other's hair, conduct a Wiccan ceremony, and have a pillow fight."

Good thing we were the only ones in the gym.

"So you're bisexual?"
"Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Only took you eight months to figure that out?"
"Well, shit dork, I've never seen you with a guy! Only her! I figured you were gay!"
"Hey, Jilly's my first girl. The rest have been guys."
"The rest?"
"The rest."
"How many?"
"Enough. How many you have before Carolyn?"

He just smiled.

"Oh," I said. Just been her and your hand?"
"Blow me, dyke!"

I just laughed.

We continued to joke around and shoot for awhile. Finally, we had had it and were wrapping it up. He said, "Grab some In N Out?"

Yes. Oh yes. In N Out. Like my husband, I grew up on In N Out, the greatest burger joint ever created. If you get to southern California (or parts of Nevada), GO THERE! Awesome burgers. Awesome shakes. Awesome fries. Awesome service. Mmmmmm......I can still taste the grease.......

Shit, I'm gonna have an orgasm if I keep thinking about it......

So we grabbed some IN N Out and headed over to his apartment. Like most kids at the Claremont Colleges, Marty came from a loaded family and they rented a nice little apartment for him near campus. We had often shot around, grabbed some In N Out, and eaten at his place.

Anyway, I said sure and we both went and showered up. I transformed from tomboy back to girlie-girl and we hopped in his car, got our grub, and went into his apartment.

We were eating and talking when he asked, "Do you miss guys?"

"Sexually?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. Do you?" I couldn't resist asking, of course.
"Shut up."
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."

We continued to talk.

"Why does Carolyn hate me?"
"She doesn't hate you, Alex.."
"Please. I can tell that she can't stand me."
"Honestly, she's never said anything about you to me. I promise."
"Okay. Maybe I'm wrong."
"Maybe she thinks you're a threat or something, you know. Just a little jealous."
"Well, if you thought I was gay, she would too. Why would she be?"
"Yeah, I guess."

The was a weird feel to this conversation.

"Marty, I can't believe I'm asking this, but are you uncomfortable knowing I'm not gay?"
"No, no. You're still the same loser you've always been."
"Okay."
"Well, one thing," he said.
"What?"
"Now it's like, if I ask you something about Jilly, right? Before it was friend to friend. Now, I don't want you to think it's like I'm asking guy to girl, you know?"
"No....not really?"
"I don't want you to think I'm asking because I'm trying to gauge your relationship.....how should I say this.....I don't want you to think I'm hitting on you or anything. Cuz we do joke around a lot."

Then I shot my mouth off without thinking.

"You hitting on me? Yeah, I should be so lucky."

That was an "oh fuck" moment for both of us. I still can't believe I blurted that out.

"Well, it's not like I haven't thought of it....either....", he said.

I kept my gaze down and said, "I've thought about it a lot." More silence. No....I wasn't going to do what I thought I was going to do. I was going to fuck up my first real relationship. How the fuck could I do that? Yeah, Jilly had been driving me crazy. Yeah, I was pissed at her. Yeah, she hadn't called since she left. Yeah, I wanted some dick. Yeah to all that. Still, I couldn't do what I realllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy wanted to do.

Could I?

And what was going through Marty's mind? I think he was asking himself the same questions about himself and Carolyn. He wasn't a dog by any means. They had been seeing each other since they were freshmen. I knew she was good in bed (he had made mention of this quite a bit).

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. And when I finished what I went in there for, I was pulling up my shorts. And as my hands were around the waistband, I remember thinking that I should just leave them off. Why not? They'd be coming off anyway, wouldn't they?.

I finished pulling them up and washed my hands and then looked at myself in the mirror. I remember wondering how on earth could I even be considering this? I should just go. I should leave.

"Why," I thought to myself, "am I not leaving?"

I pulled my t-shirt off. Then unhooked my bra.

"Alex, stop it. Get dressed," said my brain.

I wasn't listening to myself. I slid my shorts and panties off. I stood there completely naked.

"Alex," my brain said, "don't open that door." My pussy was begging me to open it.

My husband references Seinfeld a lot in his blog. It's one of shared passions. When I was on the road, when it came on, we'd watch it together whenever we could. And by together, I mean I'd call him and we'd put our phones on speaker and watch. When we first met, we talked for half an hour about Seinfeld.

So I'm going to reference Seinfeld now.

There's an episode where Jerry's dating an total moron (played by Tawny Kitaen--it probably wasn't a stretch for her, either). On the physical level, he just can't resist. On the intellectual level, she repulsed him. So he was trying to break up with her and the scene flashed to his brain and dick (both played by Seinfeld) playing a game of chess. If the brain wins, Jerry breaks up with her. If the dick wins, Jerry fucks her again. The brain won and Jerry sent her on her way.

Now, this isn't to say that Marty was a moron--far from it. He was an honors student. But my brain was making her best case for me to not do something. My pussy was making her case that I do exactly what I wanted.

Guess who won?

I walked back in, stark naked (is there such a thing as not stark naked?) and Marty's eyes widened. I walked up to him and stood right in front of where he was seated.

"No one can find out, Marty. No one."
"No....no one....."

His hands were all over me. He then stood up and we started kissing.

"Stand up, Marty."

He stood up and I unzipped his pants and started sucking him. I had missed how it felt to have a hard cock in my mouth. And it felt great.

We went into the bedroom and I laid flat on his bed and he went down on me. Soon, I was telling him to fuck me. I told him I was on the pill and he slid his cock into me.

Whoa, baby. THAT felt sooooooooooo good.

It wasn't a long memorable fuck. It was a short, memorable fuck. He was on top and we just fucked hard for a couple of minutes. Soon, I was cumming and Marty came shortly after, with me encouraging him to shoot his cum into my pussy.

After we were done, I cleaned up and jumped into bed with him again. We made out for awhile and I asked, "Wanna go again?" He fingered me while I stroked him until he was hard again. I got on top and this time, it lasted a lot longer than the first one! I came two more times before he came again.

Here's the kicker: he had a date with ol' Carolyn and had to pick her up in about an hour. So I took a quick shower and dried off and got dressed while he showered. Jerry dropped me off at my car on the way. As I got out, I said, "Say hi to Carolyn for me!" He kind of laughed and drove off. I got into my car and drove home.

Marty wasn't what I considered a fuck buddy. He was a friend. And sometimes I fucked my friend. It really wasn't a regular thing, but we did have sex quite a few times.

And he wasn't the only guy, either. But I'd have to say that he was my favorite "clandestine" sex partner.

So about the pictures you're about to see......

One day in March, in 1989, Marty and I went to shoot around early on a Saturday. He had broken up with Carolyn a few months earlier and had started dating a cutie named Emily. Jilly was down in Phoenix for the weekend visiting her aunt and uncle. Emily was at work.

After we were done, we went back to his place. We weren't sure about fucking--we hadn't discussed it--but did the usual In N Out run. We ate and a buddy of ours named Jerry (no, not my current boyfriend) came by.

Jerry was fucking awesome. Easily one of my favorite friends from my college years. So we're sitting there and we started downing some beers. One other thing: Jerry was gay.

At one point, I reached down and scratched an itch on my thigh. Jerry laughed and said, "Man, you can't even keep your hands off your pussy for a minute!"

"Shut up, loser. I had an itch!"
"Shut up yerself, dykie-dyke!"

Marty started cracking up. Jerry smiled and asked what he was laughing about.

I said, "I'm not gay, loser! I like both!"

Jerry reacted like Marty did when I told him: he didn't believe it. I looked at Marty and Marty said, "It's true, dude. She likes guys and girls."

Jerry: "How do you know?"
Marty: "Dude, we've done it quite a few times!"
Me: "Uh huh."

Jerry was in shock. "I thought you were totally gay. Everyone thinks so!"

Me: "Everyone is wrong!"
Jerry: "You two are totally bullshitting me."

Now it's important for the sake of context to remember that we were pretty drunk at this point.

I reached down and stroked Marty's cock, pulled it out, and got him hard and then slid my mouth down and up his shaft and looked at Jerry. "Cock taste good!"

Jerry: "Tell me something I don't know."

As you no doubt know by now, I LOVE being watched. Love it. And soon, well, Jerry grabbed a camera and took some pics. I was pretty buzzed. So were Jerry and Marty. We started fucking on the couch and ended up in the bedroom. Jerry was so turned on (by Marty, no doubt--and I don't blame him a bit for that) that he was trying to jack off while taking pics at the same time. I'd like to add that being fucked by one guy while watching another stroke his dick (gay or not gay) was insanely hot.

After we were done, I panicked. I begged Jerry not to say anything to anybody. I couldn't have Jilly find out. He really did love me and promised not to tell anyone. BUT.....

....he asked to keep the pictures. Said nobody would ever see them. He promised me some copies (which he obviously did).

I got together with Marty a few more times before June. Then he graduated and took a job up in Portland and we lost touch. He majored in Accounting and was originally from Oregon and wanted to move back home.

It was SO funny. He had always had that cute scruffy look I alluded to earlier. When I went to his place to tell him goodbye, he was all shaved with a haircut and everything! Sigh, kinda sucks that college has to end!

I regret losing touch with him. He was kind and he was sweet. I really liked shooting hoops with him, among other things! I hope he and Emily got married, had kids, and have had a wonderful life. He deserved the best.

Sadly, I ended up losing touch with Jerry as well. He graduated from Harvey Mudd that June with a degree in Engineering and took off for Miami. What a wonderful friend. He deserves an entry of his own.

A few months later, Jilly was on her way to New York and I was a wild single chick again (well, officially). As sad as I was to see her go, at least I could play around without worrying about being caught.

Enjoy the pics (don't worry, I was 18 when they were taken!).

Some random pics of me and Marty.

A Lesson Learned

Lilly (on the left) set up the timer on her camera and we struck a pose.

Now you remember me mentioning Robbie's, the gay and lesbian bar I mention in the Paul & Brian & Karen entry? You do? Good!

Robbie's turned out to be a wonderful place for me to hook-up with women. No ties, no commitments, just girl and girl fun. Most were one-night stands, but some were short-term deals. Like my husband, it's why I preferred married women (and men, for that matter). Sex with none of the hassles of a relationship is awesome!

So about 11 months after meeting Karen, I went there one Friday night to find some lady who was looking for some fun. I went in and grabbed a bar stool and Leo, the insanely cute tender of the bar, saw me and brought me a beer. He teased me and we joked around for a minute before he had to go back to work.

Leo kicked ass. He looked a lot like Tyler Florence, one of the chefs on Food Network. Tyler's super-cute. And Leo could've been his twin.

Sigh.....too bad I really wasn't Leo's cup of tea...... LOL

Anyway, after an hour of perusing (and avoiding) some ladies that I wasn't really interested in, I spotted a blonde lady who appeared to be in her early thirties.

Yummy!

I smiled at her and she smiled back. In Lexie-Land, that means, "move in and seal the deal."

I walked over and introduced myself and we started chatting. Her name was Lilly. She was married, had a couple of kids, and was a teacher.

Pretty soon, we were finishing our drinks and heading over to a nearby motel. We split the room cost and went in.

We started kissing and feeling each other up. Then we stripped down and take turns sucking on each other's nipples. Then she kissed me and says, "Honey, do you like rough sex?"

Well, that depends on what "rough sex" means, right?

As she explained it, she really didn't mean "rough" as she did "hard" or "intense". I said, sure. She kissed me again and smiled and said, "I won't do anything you don't want to do." Before I could say, "okay", she gently shoved me and I fell back onto the bed.

She took my legs, spread them, and pushed them up high and forward. Then she took her tongue and ran it around my asshole and then up my pussy. Then she really went to work, sucking my clit and sliding two fingers into my pussy while the back of my thighs were pushed abainst her shoulders.

I didn't time it, but if I had to guess, I'd estimate that it took a minute before I was crying out, arching my back, and climaxing. After I came, my body was still shaking. I heard her say, "That's my girl."

Then she eased me onto my stomach and spread my legs again. Then she gave me the most incredible rim job I had ever had. My head was resting on my arms and I knew she'd be bringing me to another orgasm.

But there was a pleasurable detour.

After pushing her tongue into my ass several times--which almost made me cum--she took her finger and slid it into my ass. She started slowly and increased her speed. I can still hear the sound of it going in and out.

This chick dug ass play.

And so did I. She made me cum again, this time as hard as the first time. Right when I was starting to cum, she shoved her finger all the way in again and kept the pressure on as hard as she could. It was incredible.

After I came, I turned over onto my back. Lilly then straddled my face and I began eating her out. I remember how hot it was watching her play with her breasts and nipples while I tongued her. Soon she threw her head back and let out a loud.....well, it was like a shriek and a groan. Whatever it was, it was loud.

We spent the next few hours going at it pretty heavy. She was great. I loved how intense she was; it really heightened my own intensity and enjoyment. Then it was time for her to get home, so we showered and she drove me back to Robbie's so I could get my car.

We exchanged numbers and kissed goodbye.

Over the next month we got together a few more times. And every time was intense, very physical, and really erotic. I liked being around a woman who could dish it out and take it as well. Sometimes you like the more subtle aspects of sex; sometimes, you just want to flat-out fuck. And Lilly was great at just flat-out fucking.

I think it was the fourth time that we were together when it started getting.......

a little odd.

We had had a nice session and my head was laying on her shoulder. Lilly said, "If I were single....didn't have kids....I'd love a life with you."

Excuse me?

So I did the old think and think fast bit. "Yeah, Lilly, that would be great."

Well, fuck, it was the best I could come up with. Sue me. I've never been happier that a woman had given birth.

After we parted ways that day, I really considered ending it. I was pretty sure that she was in love with me--well, what she considered love. Then again, what was the harm? When she was with me, all she was doing was living the life she dreamed of: being a partner in a lesbian relationship.

If she wanted to do that once a week, no big deal. For a couple of hours a week, she was gay, we were in love, and that was that. We'd meet, and then she'd go home happy and relaxed and back to being mom, teacher and wife.

And it never progressed. She'd do all the sappy, stupid in-love stuff that people do when we were together and that was that. I let her believe that she was the only woman in my life (snort, guffaw, laugh, chuckle, etc....). The sex was always fantastic.

There were no bunnies boiling on the stove. No Lilly in a tree peering through my window with binoculars (then again, I never told her where I lived, either). No stalking. Nothing scary.

I should've ended it though. There was something just a little off about Lilly. I couldn't put my finger on it, but that little voice in my head told me to meet her for lunch and tell her it was over. Just spare her feelings and tell her that I'd be going to school in another state.

But I was young. I knew everything. And I knew I could handle Lilly. So what? The woman was a BIT into the whole "you and me" deal. It was merely a woman playing out her fantasy.

Yeah, smart move Alex.

About two months after we met, in late August, she called me. She wanted to know if I wanted to spend the week in Puerto Rico. She had originally been planning to go with hubby, but an emergency at work forced him to bow out. They had already made arrangements for their kids to spend the week with her parents, so he suggested that Lilly find a friend and take her.

Now had I not been such an arrogant little twit, I would've listened to Paul and Brian and said no way. But hey, I was 19 and knew everything there was to know. We could fly down to Puerto Rico, spend a week on the beach, drinking, having sex and doing some sightseeing.

And the best part is that I wouldn't be out a dime!

Fuck, let's get this party started! I was done with my summer employment at Acme, so hey, might as well have some fun before hitting the books again!

Guys, it was a free week in Puerto Rico! YEAH!

So I told my aunt and uncle that a buddy of mine was going to Puerto Rico and wanted to take me. I said she was a fellow student and that her parents wanted to give her a pre-graduation gift. I explained that she was due to graduate in December.

So the day came to leave. Her hubby was out of town (I never did learn what his work crisis was), so I spent the night at her place. It was pretty wild having sex with her in the same bed she had sex with her husband in!

We woke up early and showered and got dressed and drove down to Ontario International Airport and flew down to Puerto Rico (we didn't actually flap our arms and fly, we did get in the plane).

We checked into this resort......FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!

It was awesome! We got up to our room and went at it, having more fantastic sex. Then we showered and headed down to the restaurant and ate.

The next few days were fun. Lilly, of course, slipped into what I considered her roleplaying mode, pretending like we were a couple for real. We'd take walks on the beach and hold each other's hand, that type of stuff.

One night, we were walking on the beach and she stopped and turned to me and said, "I wish I could marry you, sweetie." Yeah, yeah, blah, blah. Whatever.

Then, it got a little, well, scary.

While all this "you and me" stuff seemed so innocent back home, it really wasn't coming off that way in PR. Lilly was getting weird. She started getting mad if she thought a guy--or girl, especially a girl--was looking at me. If I left the room, she wanted to know where I had gone, shit like that.

The next day she said, "I'd be really, really upset if I found you with another woman, Alex." And, "I sure hope I'm the only woman in your life, Alex. I am, aren't I?"

And here's one for you: "This is almost like our honeymoon!"

Okay, I had had enough. The nineteen year-old blonde who thought that she knew everything didn't really know shit at all. It's humbling when you realize things like that. I shouldn't have come down with her. She was no longer annoying; she was pissing me off.

She was 32, I was 19. She was married and had kids. I was single and had no desire to even know her kids. If she thought I was her true love, she needed a fucking shrink. If she thought I was going to be intimidated in staying true to her, she needed TWO fucking shrinks.

Luckily, she had friends who had retired to Puerto Rico and they lived about an hour away. So the day after she uttered the "or else" statements, she rented a car and told me that she'd be back around dinner time with the admonishment to "be a good girl, honey."

Translation: "You're little ass is mine, so stay in our room and watch television while I'm gone, got it?"

I went back to our room and called the airlines. All flights were booked for that day, but I got a coach ticket for the next morning. I couldn't stand two more days of this shit. I didn't really feel like I was in danger, though.

I went down to the bar and got a beer while I mulled my next move. My credit card had a thousand dollar limit, and I didn't have enough room on it to rent my own hotel room after buying the ticket.

Then I saw this cute guy I had met our first day there. His name was Tom. He was from Idaho and about start college. What was cool was that his parents had taken him and his sister down there as a graduation gift.

It was so cool meeting someone my age there and we talked for awhile. He was really, really good looking and I confessed that Lilly and I were more than friends. Then I told him what was really going on.

He looked at me and said, "Get the fuck out of here. Let's get you packed. I'll be there if she comes back before you're done. She gave me the creeps the first time I saw her. You gotta go. What does your gut say?"

"It says to run, I already have my ticket. Maybe I'll just sneak out in the morning," I said.

Tom said, "No, you should get your stuff right now." He convinced me, and soon escorted me up to the room. I changed and packed my bags while he stood guard. She wasn't due back any time soon, but Tom wasn't taking any chances.

I left a note telling Leslie that I had gone home and not to contact me ever again, that if she did, I'd tell her husband and her school everything.

Tom said, "You can stay in my room. I'll sleep on the couch. Then I'll drive you to the airport in the morning."

I hated bothering him so much, but I really didn't have a choice.

I was happy to accept his offer, with one exception. "Thank you so much. But you're too big for the couch. I'll sleep there."

We went to his room and he went out to dinner with his parents. After, being the cool guy that he was, he brought me a burger and fries for my dinner. He didn't want me to go out, and was genuinely concerned about me.

I slept on the couch that night, and I slept well.

What, me in a hotel room with a cute guy and no fucky-wucky? Honestly, I really wasn't in the mood. Tom had a girlfriend back home, and while that usually doesn't make a difference to me, I didn't want Tom to regret meeting me in the future. That wouldn't be the way to reward his friendship.

The morning came and we got showered and dressed and he escorted me down to the family's rental car. But that wasn't all. He waited with me while I checked in and walked me to the security area.

We exchanged addresses and promised to keep in touch. I thanked him for everything and gave him a big hug. He smiled and said, "From now on, be careful who you meet in bars."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, I think I've learned a few things."

This guy was pure class. He didn't help me so he could get laid. He had a girlfriend he loved. He just helped me because he liked me and wanted to help. Some people are just like that. He was a good guy, and I hope his girlfriend knew that.

He watched me go through security. But he didn't leave. He waited until my flight was boarding. As I walked onto the plane, he waved, and I waved back and blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket. LOL

Then I saw him walk away.

I got onto the plane and looked around. I was safe. No Lilly. I breathed a sigh of relief and buckled my seat belt and enjoyed my flight home.

I got home and called Brian, and he picked me up and drove me home.

"So, you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Embarrassed. But okay. Should've listened to you guys."

He laughed and said, "Yeah, but chalk it up as a learning experience."

"Yeah," I said, "I've learned not to be such a know-it-all."

He pulled into an In N Out so I could grab and burger to take home. When we were back on the road, he said, "Mind a couple of more suggestions?"

"Fire away."

"Take a self-defense class," then he dug into his pocket, "and carry this with you." He handed me a little spray canister of Mace.

"This is illegal, you know."

He laughed again. "So what? If some asshole mugs you and you spray him, he's gonna sue?"

Good point.

He continued, "If you're going to keep, uh,...."

I helped him out, "Fucking around?"

"Yeah," he said, "that. At least try and be more aware of people, you know. Use your brain more, be aware of everything. If you're going to play, play smart. Don't be reckless."

All of the advice was great. I started carrying the Mace in my purse and took some self-defense classes. Thankfully, I never had to use them, but just knowing how to defend myself do a world of good for me.

And most importantly of all, I learned if it quacks like a duck, and walks like a duck, IT'S A FUCKING DUCK!

Or whacko. Whatever the case may be!

It all made sense, though. I mean, if I wasn't a reckless student or reckless at my job, why on earth should I be reckless with my personal life? That's when I really learned that managing your personal life was even more important that managing work and school.

Anyway, I went into my room and my answering machine was lit up like the Vegas strip. Gee, guess who?

Yeah, her.

I won't go too much into detail, but the words, "bitch", "slut", "tramp", "whore", "ingrate" and others were sprinkled in liberally through several messages.

I went ahead and changed my number and never worried about her again. She didn't know where I lived (I was always very guarded about that with everybody) or exactly which Claremont College I attended. I never mentioned Acme.

I did stay away from Robbie's for a few weeks. I hit a couple of other local places, and always made sure I was careful that Lilly wasn't around. I never did see her again.

She never hit me. She never threatened me (well, outright). But there was something not quite right with her. I hope she got some help, but I doubt it. Maybe she just went back to being mom, teacher, wife.

Who knows?

Some pics. I really loved Puerto Rico!

We found a secluded spot on our 2nd day there and had a little fun!

Some of Lilly. Gorgeous woman!