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Its like 1989. I'm an E5 in the Army and just settled a painful divorce. 'Bout the only thing I had left was my scoot.
I rode allot back then outside of Ft Bragg, (Fayetteville, NC) and titty bars were the place for me. Hell, I'd eat at them for Sat and Sunday brunch just to save bucks, you know, finger foods and such (AKA garbage).
So I am basically broke and I meet an E8 at work, good man, he was about to retire in afew months. He says, "Hey, come live at my place, no rent, stay until you get your $$ back together.
So I take my one bag and bike, show up, he lives in like a 5 bedroom house, nice place.
And my roomates were 4 titty dancers, his girlfriend being the 5th one.......... He met his GF about 3 months prior, about 20 yrs younger than him (Great Job!) and of course, his GF invites the girls she works with to stay at the house as well
Now I know what your are thinking........ Great, right?...... WHATEVER!
So I move in..... First, as if you didnt know, these girls have baggage. Ok, no prob... But as time goes on, here is what I observed......
Facts:
1. They sleep until like 3:00 pm.
2. They will then eat you out of house and home... I mean these girls ate like it was blueberry pancake day at the end of Ranger School. And none of these girls were even close to being chubby. There they would all be, all decked out in nothing but panties and no top at times, and eat like there was no tomorrow when they woke up. It got so bad I got a small fridge from the Team Room and used it in my room to keep frozen burritos. I got a used microwave too, because even my instant ramen wasnt safe from those raptors
3. And man, they would really tell you their stories. And yes, I took emotional advantage of 3 of them
They would bitch and fight with each other on an every other day basis. And man, I hated it when I'd get home about 6:30 pm, and there they would be, raising hell, OR sometimes they would slide up to me an help me relax from the day..........
It was Heaven and Hell
So..........
About a month or so after I moved in, my Buddy retires from the Army and comes up and says he and his GF would be gone for a couple of weeks, could I watch things?... No prob.
So he comes back with his GF, and the next week, all sorts of deliveries start coming in: New washer/dryer, new car, new fridge, etc, etc. Then the kicker. He buys a BAR.... And of course, his GF starts to manage it. A bunch of us start going to the bar, and man, folks start racking up huge bar tabs. And his GF would just hand them drinks out. Coke was a big deal then and it started showing up at the bar and then the house. Not my thing, so about 2 weeks after the bar purchase I moved out, back into the barracks..........
Eventually I lost tabs on my man........ But as local bar talk goes, you start hearing shit........
The talk was, is that my man's GF was wanted as a material witness against some mob guy up north that was her then BF. She got caught in some minor crime, and the feds worked her into a material witness. We all knew she was from up there, but didnt know why she had left.
But apparently, as the big court date started coming closer, she started to skim off her then BFs money, not planning to go to court, but instead to haul ass. So she buries her then BFs money in mason jars in some shithole plot in the Meadows, and hauls ass south........ This is like a few weeks before she meets my man
So I'm thinking, how in Fuck can a retired E8 afford all that shit? Well, they went back up north and dug up the $$$$, thats how
Not much later, I move out, loose touch with my man, the bar closes down not much later
Like three years later I found out what happenend: The IRS was looking at him for all the large purchases, and the bar was the clincher. They arrest him and his GF a few months after I moved out. GF is wanted of course and is taken away back North.
The fedsy turned my man (held on various fed charges) and used him as a rat. He was actually used on that big yacht drug bust the feds had in the 80's down in Florida. Not the big bust seen on the news, but it was the same boat used in that bust, but a few months later
Move to about a year later: I'm looking in the local paper, and there he is. He was being a rat again for a local coke buy, it goes bad, he gets shot by the cops while hauling ass. Eventually goes to gladiator school......
Sure do miss the dancers......
I rode allot back then outside of Ft Bragg, (Fayetteville, NC) and titty bars were the place for me. Hell, I'd eat at them for Sat and Sunday brunch just to save bucks, you know, finger foods and such (AKA garbage).
So I am basically broke and I meet an E8 at work, good man, he was about to retire in afew months. He says, "Hey, come live at my place, no rent, stay until you get your $$ back together.
So I take my one bag and bike, show up, he lives in like a 5 bedroom house, nice place.
And my roomates were 4 titty dancers, his girlfriend being the 5th one.......... He met his GF about 3 months prior, about 20 yrs younger than him (Great Job!) and of course, his GF invites the girls she works with to stay at the house as well
Now I know what your are thinking........ Great, right?...... WHATEVER!
So I move in..... First, as if you didnt know, these girls have baggage. Ok, no prob... But as time goes on, here is what I observed......
Facts:
1. They sleep until like 3:00 pm.
2. They will then eat you out of house and home... I mean these girls ate like it was blueberry pancake day at the end of Ranger School. And none of these girls were even close to being chubby. There they would all be, all decked out in nothing but panties and no top at times, and eat like there was no tomorrow when they woke up. It got so bad I got a small fridge from the Team Room and used it in my room to keep frozen burritos. I got a used microwave too, because even my instant ramen wasnt safe from those raptors
3. And man, they would really tell you their stories. And yes, I took emotional advantage of 3 of them
They would bitch and fight with each other on an every other day basis. And man, I hated it when I'd get home about 6:30 pm, and there they would be, raising hell, OR sometimes they would slide up to me an help me relax from the day..........
It was Heaven and Hell
So..........
About a month or so after I moved in, my Buddy retires from the Army and comes up and says he and his GF would be gone for a couple of weeks, could I watch things?... No prob.
So he comes back with his GF, and the next week, all sorts of deliveries start coming in: New washer/dryer, new car, new fridge, etc, etc. Then the kicker. He buys a BAR.... And of course, his GF starts to manage it. A bunch of us start going to the bar, and man, folks start racking up huge bar tabs. And his GF would just hand them drinks out. Coke was a big deal then and it started showing up at the bar and then the house. Not my thing, so about 2 weeks after the bar purchase I moved out, back into the barracks..........
Eventually I lost tabs on my man........ But as local bar talk goes, you start hearing shit........
The talk was, is that my man's GF was wanted as a material witness against some mob guy up north that was her then BF. She got caught in some minor crime, and the feds worked her into a material witness. We all knew she was from up there, but didnt know why she had left.
But apparently, as the big court date started coming closer, she started to skim off her then BFs money, not planning to go to court, but instead to haul ass. So she buries her then BFs money in mason jars in some shithole plot in the Meadows, and hauls ass south........ This is like a few weeks before she meets my man
So I'm thinking, how in Fuck can a retired E8 afford all that shit? Well, they went back up north and dug up the $$$$, thats how
Not much later, I move out, loose touch with my man, the bar closes down not much later
Like three years later I found out what happenend: The IRS was looking at him for all the large purchases, and the bar was the clincher. They arrest him and his GF a few months after I moved out. GF is wanted of course and is taken away back North.
The fedsy turned my man (held on various fed charges) and used him as a rat. He was actually used on that big yacht drug bust the feds had in the 80's down in Florida. Not the big bust seen on the news, but it was the same boat used in that bust, but a few months later
Move to about a year later: I'm looking in the local paper, and there he is. He was being a rat again for a local coke buy, it goes bad, he gets shot by the cops while hauling ass. Eventually goes to gladiator school......
Sure do miss the dancers......
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