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Strange After-Thought � Sex with Powerful Women
Certainly you are familiar-with the way that one-thing can trigger thoughts of another. (� I've always wanted to begin an entry with that sentence.)
Now I admit that it may simply be the result of reading Stendhal [ Le Rouge et Le Noir ] .. but I have been thinking .. about what it is like to have sex with a powerful or influential woman.
Which reminded me of when .. I was working in New York ..
.. where there was an engineer-girl .. who ran a crew of guys.
A half-dozen guys. All smart. Playing with reactor fuel. Shit like that. Sharp cookies.
Myself, I was living on a blow-up air mattress in the living room (yes, in the "living room" .. more people = less rent per person).
We were all working 12-hour days, six days a week. Sharing a place with 3 or 4 other people I'd only recently met.
Different people from different states working different shifts with different days off. Some guys, some girls. Now you might think this a challenge, but I had such a great time with these people ..
.. who I rarely saw at home, but who both laughed and cried with me. Both girls and guys, and their friends and lovers.
Almost like family. Strange to be treated with such care by people you barely know.
You havent lived, dawg, let me tell you, until you've blown up a leaky air-mattress after a beer or two. Every night before you go to sleep. (On plastic.)
Your head feels like it's gonna come off .. and now it's time to go to sleep.
The place was a dive. A total dive. But even dives in New York are expensive.
[ Here's what I learned � when people are kind and courteous, life in a dive is better than living with someone who hates your guts. No matter how nice that place might be. ]
But this engineer-girl (and her crew-of-guys) were PUT UP at a very nice resort-like place. (If I said the name of their company, you would definitely know it.)
Now I did not WORK FOR this girl .. but she did not want her (crew of) guys to know about our thing. Which I could totally understand. In the mornings, she would get me up extra early .. and "check the coast"
"Coast is clear," she says .. motioning with her hand. "Go!" A pat on your butt as you slip out the door and sneak quietly down the hallway.
I liked her. An athletic girl. Looked like a sports-model. Loved all kinds of sports. Great skin. Late-twenties.
� Sporting a Sexy Tan in the New York Snow
She had just arrived from some island somewhere .. sporting a gorgeous bronze tan .. in New York, no less ..
.. where everybody else is pale-white .. winter, with snow on the ground. Early March.
Talk about making a nuclear-grade entrance. Yes, she got my attention right away.
I normally saw her dressed in baggy anti-contamination clothing, hood and all. But when dressed up (.. in girly clothes) she was a sight. Have mercy. Downright intimidating.
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