She is the balance of nature.

Private Games.com

In the 1990's I joined Private Games.com.
It was a swingers site, but you could also write.
I liked the opportunity for public storytelling.
And I watched amamature porn there on my computer
and made some with my video camera.

One night while driving back from BlockBuster, a girl thumbed a ride.
I had rented some movies and was looking forward to viewing them.
I was driving my dad's old Malibu station wagon.
She introduced herself as Savana and asked if I'd like to go to a party.
I knew instantly I had picked up a prostitute.

I remembered what dad had told me about herpes
and the chastity lectures from Sister Emeritus.
I had condoms and asked Savana if we could do it in the back of the station wagon.
I parked the car by the dumpster in the Market Basket parking lot.

I used a tarp as a cushion on the station wagon's slotted bedding.
Savana asked if she could sleep in the back of the car.
She said her parents had kicked her out.
I said I came from a strict Irish Catholic family,
and my dad would never allow it.

Savana peed beside the dumpster at Market Basket.
I gave her some tissues and $50.00.
Should I have abandon Savana?

The Market Basket had closed at 9 pm.
I pondered, letting Savana sleep in the back of the station wagon.
But, I left her in the Market Basket parking lot
and watched the sad girl walk away in my rear mirror.

I wondered if dad would kick me out.
He had lectured me on getting my own apartment.
He thought I was old enough to get my own place.
Dad had no tolerance for fornication under his roof.
Dad was old school .. He was born in 1910.
He bolted the doors after 10 pm. I made it home at 9:45 pm
and watched Romancing the Stone on my JVC TV.

Reflections~I had bought some water sprite for my aquarium..
I thought about Savana as I watched the fish.


Bob County