As darkness falls nothing much happening on the road in front of the old house. I inflate a pair of queen-size air mattresses and place one in the confinement and one on the concrete basement floor. Checking back at the monitor I notice the headlights of a car pull up in the front. The car sits for a while, my sound equipment picks up music from the car. After a couple minutes they drive away. We have been noticed, or maybe just lovers looking for a parking spot. Who knows? After a few minutes the car returns, same car, same music. The drivers door opens and from the dome light I see it is not my target demographic, maybe college or older high-school kids. Three of them 2 girls and a wimpy looking boy who was driving. They cautiously come to the front porch and open the door. I turn on my electrowave device to repel them but at the same time give the graff generator a tiny touch just to scare the hell out of them. I watch them jump in fear as the purple lightning dances across the doorway inside. They bolt for the door, then slowly return. After a couple minutes the waves do their work and they all decide to leave, quickly as a great feeling of dread comes over them. These kids will blog about the horrid feeling that overcame them and the lightning for weeks. Right now they just want to leave, fast, without throwing up. They spin gravel as they exit the area, scarred and scared.
A couple hours pass, with a few drive-bys and slow down and looks, but no takers. I plan to shut this down about 9 for a couple reasons. First I need to keep appearances up and return around midnight to the campground. Second the prey I am after will not likely be out real late with work commitments and the weekend beginning tomorrow. Just after 8 p.m. a SUV drives by slowly. I can hear music on the mic again and it sounds like 50 cent. Hmmmm, lots of white rural women love those black rappers. I decide that if they turn around and come back I will touch the graff lightning to cast a purple glow that can be seen from the road. 10 minutes later they are back, key the graff, and the SUV stops dead in its tracks. I know I can easily repel them if it is not my prey, so I take a chance. The SUV is a newer model Tahoe which is the choice of the upper-class soccer Moms in these rural areas. The Tahoe backs up and pulls into the drive, as it parks one of he back doors open and a bottle clinks to the gravel, that indicates at least 3 occupants if there is a backseat rider.. I hear female giggles and on the far side of the vehicle the unmistakable sound of someone urinating. Yes the dome light shows two women in front, and apparently the backseat passenger relieving her bladder. This could be the load of drunken MILFS I am looking for...more to come...
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