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Cassie and first meeting
First meeting use to be very awkward for me. I never knew what people were going to be like … and I had always been uncomfortable with that first meeting … until I became a stripper. There is a lot of things you can say bad about the stripping profession … but one of the good things is you develop an ability to say hi to just about anyone.
The young teenaged boy … waved us through … and we parked the APC and truck on the other side of the gate. I got out of the APC to greet him.
He looked like a nice boy, still maturing … but with a good heart. His face was clean and smooth … except it looked like he was trying to grow a mustache. But at his age it looked … inadequate and incomplete. He was skinny as a weed but had taut with muscles from running around with his high school friends.
He had a worried look on his face, the look you get when you are meeting new people for the first time. But when he got an eyeful of me … his eyes grew larger.
I grinned back … my grin stretched wide from ear to ear … I had forgotten what I looked like … in my “Rambina” outfit … to a teenaged boy. My black leather jacket over the spaghetti strap shirt and tight cargo pants. My bow, quiver full of arrows, and my machete, my 9 mm hand gun on my thigh. He must have thought I just walked out of a video game.
“Hi … my name is Cassandra … Cassie to my friends” I said to him as I offered my hand.
The boy shook his head not taking my hand. “I was told not to shake hands … until we know it is safe …”
I was still smiling “Can you tell me your name … or is that unsafe?” I asked
“I’m sorry … my name is Scott” He said “I was told to tell you to leave your vehicles here. We’ll be walking up to the winery” He explained.
“Ok … let me introduce everyone.” I told him. “Cramer you have met already … this is Derry, Lt Ski, SSgt. Washington, and Ria” I said, each of them waved as I said their names. Scott waved back.
“I’m uncomfortable not bring the APC … this might be a trap … remember what happened at the armory” Lt Ski said.
Cramer piped up “I know these people, daring …we can trust them”
“Lt, how about you and SSgt Washington stay behind … if we run into trouble…The cute little tank can come to our rescue.” I suggested
“It’s a Bradley armored personnel carrier” Scott corrected me. I looked at him my eyes narrowing.
“OH, I’m likin this white boy already!!” SSgt Washington said laughing.
SSgt Washington and Lt Ski stayed behind as the rest of us walked up to the winery. Outside to meet us was a man I would soon find out was named Troy. He was 6 feet tall and very athletic. Short (Buzz cut) reddish brown hair and brown eyes, with a face that has laughter lines etched in.
The words Peter told me before we left … ran through my head “Please remember to be extra diplomatic” He had instructed me. I knew this was an important meeting. Critical to our survival. I could not decide if I should offer him one of my pickles or not. Luckily, Ria took the lead.
First meeting use to be very awkward for me. I never knew what people were going to be like … and I had always been uncomfortable with that first meeting … until I became a stripper. There is a lot of things you can say bad about the stripping profession … but one of the good things is you develop an ability to say hi to just about anyone.
The young teenaged boy … waved us through … and we parked the APC and truck on the other side of the gate. I got out of the APC to greet him.
He looked like a nice boy, still maturing … but with a good heart. His face was clean and smooth … except it looked like he was trying to grow a mustache. But at his age it looked … inadequate and incomplete. He was skinny as a weed but had taut with muscles from running around with his high school friends.
He had a worried look on his face, the look you get when you are meeting new people for the first time. But when he got an eyeful of me … his eyes grew larger.
I grinned back … my grin stretched wide from ear to ear … I had forgotten what I looked like … in my “Rambina” outfit … to a teenaged boy. My black leather jacket over the spaghetti strap shirt and tight cargo pants. My bow, quiver full of arrows, and my machete, my 9 mm hand gun on my thigh. He must have thought I just walked out of a video game.
“Hi … my name is Cassandra … Cassie to my friends” I said to him as I offered my hand.
The boy shook his head not taking my hand. “I was told not to shake hands … until we know it is safe …”
I was still smiling “Can you tell me your name … or is that unsafe?” I asked
“I’m sorry … my name is Scott” He said “I was told to tell you to leave your vehicles here. We’ll be walking up to the winery” He explained.
“Ok … let me introduce everyone.” I told him. “Cramer you have met already … this is Derry, Lt Ski, SSgt. Washington, and Ria” I said, each of them waved as I said their names. Scott waved back.
“I’m uncomfortable not bring the APC … this might be a trap … remember what happened at the armory” Lt Ski said.
Cramer piped up “I know these people, daring …we can trust them”
“Lt, how about you and SSgt Washington stay behind … if we run into trouble…The cute little tank can come to our rescue.” I suggested
“It’s a Bradley armored personnel carrier” Scott corrected me. I looked at him my eyes narrowing.
“OH, I’m likin this white boy already!!” SSgt Washington said laughing.
SSgt Washington and Lt Ski stayed behind as the rest of us walked up to the winery. Outside to meet us was a man I would soon find out was named Troy. He was 6 feet tall and very athletic. Short (Buzz cut) reddish brown hair and brown eyes, with a face that has laughter lines etched in.
The words Peter told me before we left … ran through my head “Please remember to be extra diplomatic” He had instructed me. I knew this was an important meeting. Critical to our survival. I could not decide if I should offer him one of my pickles or not. Luckily, Ria took the lead.