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And again I am reminded of another story in a similar vein. Gerry got around in those days after he had left his wife and kids. Sometimes it was hard to keep up. One day at the cafe, he said he was going out with she who will remain nameless. Said she told him Saturday night he was going to do what she told him: because she knew some really tough-bad guys, and if he didn't mind his be's and whose, it was going to be certains. Knowing this woman, who would have guessed. Yes forgot about that. Nothing ever came of it, but I always have had a thing for dominant woman, although my guiding spirit has never allowed it, some kind of mission thing. I find these intriguing concepts. Yes the predilections of my body.
Edwardo had been in jail with this now arrived guest, who had spent maybe
three years in a Mexican Federales prison. The story was, his father was rich and they were bleeding his old man for tons of money. The deal down there is that one can buy special privileges for exclusive house keeping by paying the administration and guards to make incarceration not only bearable but cozy. They let these prisoners leave the prison and go shopping in the daytime, and let them smoke dope. However when your time of release came near, they might bust you for dope imbibing just to keep the funding coming in, which he says what happened to him. He got an extra year tacked on.
Visiting Edwardo and we, he had a van outside on the street, and said he was going to sleep in it. I says no, you don't have to do that; you can sleep in the living room here, which he did. He didn't say why it would be better that he slept in the van.
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