IC:Hiway: I pulled up to the address and there I sat. With the hair and leather theres no reason for me to worry with anyone recognizing me in case I decide to ride on. I rode for 16hrs to sit here and debate myself. Things havn't changed much after all.
Not once in these 20 odd years have I felt it necessary to go back, re-live or have contact with any I went to school with. All of those people, all of the personalities and not once did I feel comfortable enough to bond. No lasting friendships there. Not many happy memories either. Outlaw to the death.
Too many years wanting to be unknown finally paid off. What a deal.
Enough of this, I remember a coffee house/ greasy spoon near-by. I lite up the big twin and blew off the prissy chearleader's get together. How did she even find my address at all? I based the trip on that one question. Why?
The restaurant hadn't changed much, newer pealing paint and most likely some of the same grease from 20 back could still be found somewhere in the kitchen.
Sitting down, coffee was decided on and asked for when the waitress passed by. Bitch, she didn't break stride and walked on past me to a couple tables down. Better class of patron obviously.
Following the helps movement I began to look at the particulars of the place. That's when I noticed the two that the waitress had walked down to. I couldn't tell anything of the brunett, she was seated with her back to me. The other was blonde, late 30's or so, attractive. That skin, that face. She made me feel something that hadn't been felt in years.
I hate it when I get caught with my pants down, she saw me. It took a few moments to register that my gaze was construed as a stare. The averted look was in no way successful, nor was it subtle. I was busted.
The rest of my time was spent trying not to look in their direction. I did notice at times that it appeared that they were discussing me. The blonde was less subtle than I had been. Unfortunately she was doing so while laughing and seeming to nod in my direction. Enough. Time to leave.
So why do I find myself back in front of Ivettes house. I can't sit out here much longer. In this neighborhood it's only a matter of time before some next door stranger calls a black and white to hassel me.
ooc: A car slows and try's to decide on the best place to park.
Margarette and Zoe have finally made it and are ready to re-live the past and squeal like the school girls they used to be.
IC: Hiway: Damn if she didn't catch me staring again. She must read thoughts. What is this, embaress me day?
OOC: There was a difference now. Maybe I wasn't that stranger wearing stranger clothes. Maybe she might know me.
IC: Hiway: It hit me harder than any fist that was ever swung in my direction. Zoe. My god she still looked so nice. That alabaster skin, that smile, my Zoe.
I still remember the look she had waiting for me when I finally had to come up for breath and looked between her thighs and up her body. The "I can't believe you just did that disgusted look". Story of my life, my first taste of pussy and she freaks, thinking I've done something dirty. What a way to learn about women.
That was my Zoe. Now, 20 yrs later and besides there just being more of her, she still looked doll like. How could one creature be so blessed? My mouth was dry,
I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. It looked as if everyone in the house answered the door together. I felt high-lighted with that glowing yellow page marker kept in a desk drawer.
Still, no one called me by name. They were truly at a loss. Even worse, Zoe was still giving me the same look as from the diner. God I hated fitting in.
I hooked my helmet on the coat rack and introduced myself. All talk ceased. Even the music paused between tracks to add to the quiet. Zoe lost the last bit of color in her face, allowing the makeup she was wearing to make her seem clown like.
Ooc: They all responded as if on que and rehearsed. He's alive and he's here.
Not once in these 20 odd years have I felt it necessary to go back, re-live or have contact with any I went to school with. All of those people, all of the personalities and not once did I feel comfortable enough to bond. No lasting friendships there. Not many happy memories either. Outlaw to the death.
Too many years wanting to be unknown finally paid off. What a deal.
Enough of this, I remember a coffee house/ greasy spoon near-by. I lite up the big twin and blew off the prissy chearleader's get together. How did she even find my address at all? I based the trip on that one question. Why?
The restaurant hadn't changed much, newer pealing paint and most likely some of the same grease from 20 back could still be found somewhere in the kitchen.
Sitting down, coffee was decided on and asked for when the waitress passed by. Bitch, she didn't break stride and walked on past me to a couple tables down. Better class of patron obviously.
Following the helps movement I began to look at the particulars of the place. That's when I noticed the two that the waitress had walked down to. I couldn't tell anything of the brunett, she was seated with her back to me. The other was blonde, late 30's or so, attractive. That skin, that face. She made me feel something that hadn't been felt in years.
I hate it when I get caught with my pants down, she saw me. It took a few moments to register that my gaze was construed as a stare. The averted look was in no way successful, nor was it subtle. I was busted.
The rest of my time was spent trying not to look in their direction. I did notice at times that it appeared that they were discussing me. The blonde was less subtle than I had been. Unfortunately she was doing so while laughing and seeming to nod in my direction. Enough. Time to leave.
So why do I find myself back in front of Ivettes house. I can't sit out here much longer. In this neighborhood it's only a matter of time before some next door stranger calls a black and white to hassel me.
ooc: A car slows and try's to decide on the best place to park.
Margarette and Zoe have finally made it and are ready to re-live the past and squeal like the school girls they used to be.
IC: Hiway: Damn if she didn't catch me staring again. She must read thoughts. What is this, embaress me day?
OOC: There was a difference now. Maybe I wasn't that stranger wearing stranger clothes. Maybe she might know me.
IC: Hiway: It hit me harder than any fist that was ever swung in my direction. Zoe. My god she still looked so nice. That alabaster skin, that smile, my Zoe.
I still remember the look she had waiting for me when I finally had to come up for breath and looked between her thighs and up her body. The "I can't believe you just did that disgusted look". Story of my life, my first taste of pussy and she freaks, thinking I've done something dirty. What a way to learn about women.
That was my Zoe. Now, 20 yrs later and besides there just being more of her, she still looked doll like. How could one creature be so blessed? My mouth was dry,
I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. It looked as if everyone in the house answered the door together. I felt high-lighted with that glowing yellow page marker kept in a desk drawer.
Still, no one called me by name. They were truly at a loss. Even worse, Zoe was still giving me the same look as from the diner. God I hated fitting in.
I hooked my helmet on the coat rack and introduced myself. All talk ceased. Even the music paused between tracks to add to the quiet. Zoe lost the last bit of color in her face, allowing the makeup she was wearing to make her seem clown like.
Ooc: They all responded as if on que and rehearsed. He's alive and he's here.
