Scary Situations
I am in my middle seventies now and have many stories to share of exciting things that have happened to me over my long lifetime. I don’t know where to start so I’ll just jump around through my earlier years first and not in any order. If there is any interest in hearing these, I’ll keep posting them.
This one happened in 1960 and was one of the most scary situations that I got myself involved in. I was 25 and fresh out the Army and living and working in St. Louis, Missouri. I was sharing an apartment with a guy from Iceland who worked at the same downtown department store that I did. On this particular night we decided to have dinner at my favorite restaurant on Dago Hill. Hermann and I ate dinner in the bar and all through dinner we watched several guys try to start up a conversation with this beautiful blond sitting at the bar. She sent them all away, one by one, while she continued drinking her martinis and smoking. After our dinner was finished, I took my turn. She was beautiful in a short black, mink trimmed, mini-skirt dress. By this time she had a pretty good buzz going. When I tried to strike up a conversation, she grabbed her coat and took off out the door. I noticed that she had left her cigarettes and lighter on the bar. So I picked them up and caught up with her in the parking lot. After some fast talking I convinced her that my friend had to leave and I needed a ride home. She told me her name and said that if she was taking me home I could at least buy her dinner. Back to the restaurant we went, this time to the dining room. I got her another drink, and slipped back in the bar to give Hermann the keys to my new red Ford convertible. Hermann had just arrived in the US and had no drivers license, but I didn’t care. When I got back to the booth in the dining room, she got real sexed up and things started to happen. Her mini-skirt was up around her waist and she was all over me. Before we could order, management asked us to leave. So we almost left. We got as far as her car, a new Cadillac, she opened the drivers side door, took off her panties, pulled up her dress and bent over the seat ready to go. She was ready and I was more than ready. I was outside of the car and she was half in and half out and pumping away under the lights, while other customers walked by and mostly clapped. After a short while I convinced her that we had better get out of there. I took the keys and drove to my apartment. She blew me all the way home. I parked in the alley behind my apartment and tried to talk her into coming in out of the cold. There was lots of snow on the ground and it was freezing outside. Instead of doing that she stripped naked and so did I. Wouldn’t you. We were just into the short strokes when both doors flew open and I was jerked our by my neck. It was the cops. The one that had me outside of the car let me put my top coat on and told the girl to put her clothes back on. She got real mouthy with the cops and insisted there was no law against fucking and told them to go away. They didn’t. After they checked my ID and saw that I lived there, they let me put my clothes back on. They were unable to get any ID from her and I couldn’t help as I didn’t know her either. Here is the scary part. They let her go. They had ran her license plate and the Cadillac was owned by the local Mafia leader. It was his girl friend. The cop took me aside and told me that they were taking me to the lock-up and when I got out in the morning I would be a dead man. I did some serious begging, showed them the light in my apartment window, said I just wanted to go take a shower and go to bed. After a lecture they let me go. I don’t think that they wanted to mess with her boyfriend either.
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