My day ...

My day started by taking My Kalli to her first day of Jr.High. That was bittersweet. Kids didn't look like that when I was in school. I think my voice didn't change until I was 20 ... and some say not even then. The GUY look is A and B.
Facial hair or no facial hair. They don't walk ... they swagger. Not only do they swagger... the scan the halls as they swagger. I don't think the little fuckers even noticed I am 6'2" and her Dad. I think they think I was one of them. Wish I had a dollar for every head nod I got that carried a look like ... "SHE is FINE!"

Sounding like bullfrogs when they croaked .... "Hey Kalli ... how's it going?"

Then I pick her up early today and they are like "Text ya later Kall..."

I finally asked her if she needed me to point out all the faults with these guys or was she already aware of them. I get a groan from her and a " Please don't start that Scott!" as she waves to a guy with an after five shadow at 2 PM.


After I took her to school this AM ... I followed plan. The thing here is the Dad's take the kids to school and the make their way to the local D.Q. where the old farts are having their coffee. They are know as "Knights of the Square Table". I sat and had a cup of coffee and listened as the old codgers talked of "days of old". You never know what the topic is going to be or how long the topic is going to interest them. Today was ... Hookers. THAT'S right ... "women of the night". I sat quietly and listened, finding it pretty cool that they even remember these stories. Gives me hope! I suppose my lack of input concerned some. Laymon ... one of my Dad's buddies called me out. He asked if I had ever payed for some of that stuff.

I just kinda had my brain go into overdrive and it went like this ... " here I sit and all those horny pimple face boys are checking my Kalli out like she is a GIRL and now these old farts wanna ask me about something like that well I am about to give it to em' Scotty Style ...."

I adjusted my Resistol ... pushed the toothpick to the side of my mouth gripping it with my teeth and replied .... "Sure..."

Back in high school some of us guys thought it would be really HOT to find a prostitute. It wasn't like we didn't have girls around the area that didn't put out and do all kind of favors ... but we want a "double-u-oh-M-A-N".

There were five us guys and we went to Larry's older brother. Larry said he KNEW his brother had to pay for anything her got. We all pretty much agreed. His brother told us about a seedy bar on Second Avenue in Dallas. Said if you go there... see Mike at the door out back. By luck of the draw ... I was to be number four. Followed up by Shawn. She wasn't a bad looking lady...35 looked good on her. At 17 knowing you were about to get this woman, to me she looked like Pam Anderson ... to most Phylis Diller.

My number was up ... I walked into the back room with my hands in my pockets. I was always so PREPARED ... I was fiddling with the sealed condom tucked inside my jeans. I looked around the room as PAM begin to talk. I can't tell you what she said. My heart was pounding too loud. She sat down beside me on the sofa and asked my name. I answered ... Mike.(My older brother). I always wondered later if she heard the guys chanting my name when the door opened and it was my turn. We started talking. She told me all kinds of things about life. I have to admit ... none of it seemed to matter to either of us. I think she was just trying to sooth me. Or something. After about 30 minutes she asked me what I wanted. I thought for a minute that seemed like hours and replied ... " head ". She slipped her long slender fingers into that pocket I had been messing with. She pulled out the sealed condom and placed it on the sofa. ( Every time that scene of Julie and Richard shows in Pretty Woman....) it was just like that for me and Pam. She methodically unhooked my belt, jeans and lowered my zipper. She moved between my legs. *coughs*

Being a gentleman even back then ... I took her hand and helped her up on the sofa. The conversation started up again.

I knew Shawn was probably foaming at the mouth by now and I needed to leave it with him. I asked her how much I owed her. She smiled and said $40.00. I pulled out two of the sweetest twenties I had. I slipped out and Shawn almost knocked me down making the corner.

Shawn came out walking about 2 foot taller, we loaded up and headed back to Fort Worth. I called it a night early and started driving out to our home... then for some reason, I ended up back in Dallas on Second Avenue. Asking Mike about Pam.

Seems it was my lucky night. I not only took Pam Anderson out for coffee ... I took her to a room off of Samuels Blvd... got 2 more blow jobs before daylight and my forty dollars was refunded.

TALK ABOUT A BARGAIN!

The old men closed their mouths and went home for their AM naps.

I came home ... preparing to leave for my business trip. I leave out of DFW tonight.... will be in Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona and Colorado over the next 10 days.

Back to my Kalli... hope she remembers to text the old man ...