I think I'm over Kendall. There are better things to do than counting who's fucking who. I don't hate her. I wish I could use her service when I need to - she is still pretty good. But I just can't do it. Maybe later.
What made me feel better is that Q's team is sinking. Kendall went on announced and unannounced vacations. Q is also trying everything as usual. One week she may throw out all her team covering almost all weekdays, day and evenings. The other week she may have one girl on one day.
The veteran who joined Q's team at the last meat and greet finally realized what she was into. She worked on her own while keeping the team tag, then stayed low for a good while, and dropped the tag silently. Good for her. Now she knows.
I hit Q's new girl too, just for the fun of it. Actually she has more than one. But now she doesn't introduce them anymore. Guys got clever and didn't lineup for each girl she introduced any more. But this girl is different in that she put out nice pictures, nice legs and tits. I encourage that and hit her. She wasn't disappointing at all. Tall nice body but a little more meat than a teen model. Early twenties. Face is pretty but not mesmerizing. She is a bit business like but that's OK. She gave me some samples of GFE, DFK, cuddling and asked me to go VIP next time. We just didn't click. I could have rated her but since she is Q's team I kept silence to signal that she is good but not that good.
Actually this new girl faked on a Sunday, which caused me grief. I couldn't find a decent replacement. That's OK since she faked on everybody that day. I gave her and the team a 2nd chance. I can see that she isn't popular, and that's the last time she was available.
I'm humble as one guy doesn't make any difference. But I think I do. When Q saw my appearance online, she wrote her classified differently, as if she is seeing a turning point of some sort. The way she put Kendall out, the timing and place, seemed to entice me. Forget about the elusive one that is not so good anyway, get the best one that is available.
While on the subject of Q, she initiated another meat and greet. She increased the entry fee 5 fold, and I know what she's thinking. If a fraction of the people who turned up last time turns up again, she will pocket a fortune. Because of the amount of money involved, she setup small meat and greets to take the fee just to make sure. But I think it's sinking and stinking.
While the noise from the last M&G sounded successful, it doesn't make sense. Say 10 girls gave up their whole evening for the event. On paper that's easily much more than 10K. If that's the way these girls have fun that's very sad. It's all about promotion, if you need it that is. The new entrance fee makes more sense but anybody paying up?
Regrettably, I dumped Bridget. She just don't know how to blow.That is really a surprise. She is able and willing for any other thing. And she is very willing to blow but just don't cut it. Maybe pretty girls just didn't have the chance to learn. I can remember a few mesmerizing jobs that are done by BBW, that I accidentally ran into. It may be just me, but I enjoy all the other girls' blowjob. Since then, I didn't see her coming out to play. So sad.
And of course I found a temporary replacement before dumping Bridget. She is a blond model, Friendly. To me she is a model, at least her pictures are. She claimed mid 20's but she can be 30+. Her body is fabulous for her age. Gorgeous legs and butt. Not exceptional proportions but very nice overall. Just that her enhanced breasts aren't my cup of tea. I can't say she is pretty because I still don't have a good idea what she looked like. She relied on makeup to look good, probably a lot. And she wasn't hiding it going for the naked look. She has sun tan and it wouldn't work. But her makeover is my cup of tea. Tastefully done, not in the way. And her curly long blond hair is fabulous.
Of course her oral skill is great. She kisses too. She hasn't hold back on me yet and I'll test her gradually to see what's her limit. She claims to be very clean, wearing thigh length pantyhose or leggings all the time, before taking them off for the main course. And I don't know how she could afford the nicest hotels. And she encourages me to tackle her feet and toes once I showed interest.
So far so good, but the problem is, ..., she proposed - an arrangement. May be I posted too much on the local board. But if I am a regular so far, that doesn't mean that I'll be a regular next month. Ask Bridget.
I saw the ad of another pretty girl that I had to see. I felt something wrong when she PMed me her number, asking if the deal was still on. And then the hotel was wrong, and I had to wait. When I saw her I wished she had used a totally fake picture. The thinking is that she may be hiding for some reason and find a temporary double to entertainment me. There is still hope that the person in the picture can be found. But this is the girl in the picture. And she is pretty. But her body is all washed out. But it was all relatively speaking. Her breasts weren't naturally perky, nor freshly enhanced work of art. Not model legs nor model anything. But I was fully capably of doing it at the time. She's a curvy woman, not flabby nor off-turning. And she was pretty.
The first thing she said after letting me in was, "are you a regular?" She was checking me out and asked enthusiastically and animated. As experienced as I am, I couldn't answer such an awkward and nonsensical question. Then it was fast and furious to satisfy my physical needs, which I was fully ready for. I enjoyed it but somehow she knew she wasn't the top dogs.
She was straight talking, asking me questions about the board and even leaked something she wasn't supposed to. Basically she is clueless, being recruited by somebody and she just turned up. She asked because she wondered if she could make it here. I asked if it was Q who recruited her. But it wasn't, her description didn't match.
Did I say she was straight talking? She would talk to herself when she knew that I wouldn't be that interested. When I was recovering with my eyes shut, we were talking that I had no recollection of. Then she said to herself again, "It was good, actually." That's my BFE, and I wasn't even trying.
And she is the Nth girl who asked, "is it comfortable?" That referred to my slippers. I have no idea why every girl managed to look down on my dirty slippers, but still recognize the brand name that is half blacken by daily wearing. Imagine that a semi-trashy girl in a 2 star hotel being able to recognize the label of my slippers, what the other classier girls think? No matter I have proposals.
While Friendly was away for the week, I tried to audition more so I have a good idea whether to accept or reject the proposal, by disappearing. There is a beautiful redhead that I always wanted to see. She turned up suddenly. But just for an hour or so. False alarm. She deleted her classified soon after she put it up. And she didn't turn up the next day.
Of all people, Pretty Schoolgirl appeared all of a sudden, after more than half a year of absence. She might have turned up once of twice but it was very easy to miss. After I booked her, it turned out that everybody unusually turned up on a Friday - Kendall, most of Q's team, including Martha, and The Schoolgirl.
I thought Martha's pink tits are the best, but Pretty reminded me hers are just as awesome. And I thought The Schoolgirl has the most awesome figure. No, I couldn't have decided on the one to pick if the two lineup shoulder to shoulder. Kendall is not bad at all but a teen model fills different needs than cute schoolgirl types.
Today Pretty didn't have much time to paint all over her face. She is actually pretty without it. I think she was only trying to cover up acne all over her face. But that's cute too.
On the other hand, I remembered why I almost gave up on Pretty. She doesn't kiss much. Today I didn't let go of her awesome waist so she gave me a taste of her tongue so as to get off me. And I know why a few girls grabbed my cock once I took off my pants. They are afraid!
Pretty took off her signature Mrs Robinson lingerie outfit piece by piece, unceremoniously. But to me it was a great strip tease. I was sitting hard on the side of the bed. She saw it, grabbed it, knelled down and started blowing. I didn't have chance to do anything! And no one will turn that down!
It was good because she worked hard. I let her kept at it as I was invincible. Her jaws must have been hurting when she backed off a bit and looked at me. I gave her a smile. She carried on the fight. I was certain that she wanted to take me to the edge of climax so she could finish me off in her next move, minimizing the damage on her little pussy!
Hard luck. She gave up at last. She had no choice but to give me the condom, with a tube of lube as a bonus. She squeezed an inch of lube on top of my covered cock, and then rubbed some on her pussy. At that critical moment, I wiped off most of the lube with my hand, then use the other hand to spread the lube. When the moment passed, she turned her attention away from her pussy and spread the lube on my cover with her hand. But it was too late. I was already holding the side and top of the bed sheet to get rid of all the lube on my hands. Even with my good imagination, I couldn't have made it up!
Of course she had to ride me first. Those have a tiny pussy all do. Actually it was quite satisfying. I enjoyed it rather than performing some warm up as a duty for the others. I liked my fav tits dangling right before my eyes. I know she doesn't like me sucking or squeezing them so I just stared. I did enough before that. She even put her hair to the back instead of getting in the way.
Enough time had passed so I tried to get up. But she wouldn't budge. I wouldn't be able to get up without pushing her away. As an easy going person I let her. Just because I am invincible. She kept at it, really really wanted to get me off. Hard luck.
More than enough time had passed. I gave her enough chances and time to do it. I gently pushed her aside, trying to get up and get into position. But the sudden change did it. Instead of pushing her away I grabbed her hips tightly and pulled them towards me and down. I was finished at last.
She is around for a year or two, but she still seemed very new. May be doing it once every few month did it. She had to listen to loud music all the time. I think that's why she missed my knocks, twice. I knocked, went back to the lift, and txted her to confirm the room number. Then I knocked again, still no response for a while. I really thought she didn't want my business. That will be a first.
We did have a bad start. I lost my erection the first time I saw her. I spent too much time on eating her pussy. It was a tough job to get me off. The next time I saw her at the door, I could see her reflux expression on her face, "OMG, this guy again". But it lasted only a split second. Then perhaps I was too good. During the doggy, to stop my one deep stroke at a time rhythm, she backed up to me, encouraging me to do a fast and furious intense penetration so she could end her suffering sooner than later. I think she remembered it well. So this time I had no chance to do anything except to let her ride.
After I finished and showered, I came out from the bathroom to find the room empty! It was a bigger twin double room, but there's no place to hide except for the bathroom. But I just came out of the bathroom! Did she put on clothes and got out? What should I do? She doesn't like me that much? So much disrespect.
The bathroom is at the room door, so I walked towards the window to see what can be going on. It was like exploring a crime scene while someone could still set you up for some crimes. I was expecting danger ahead, or someone may rush in at the door at my back. I was Halloween scared when I realized someone was hiding at the side of the tall TV shelf. But it was only Pretty. She was totally naked so I was relieved. She is exceptionally proportioned but she is still tiny. She was leaning on the side of the shelf with her back so she could refresh her makeup. She even imitated my scared reaction.
She is the only one that my charm doesn't really work on her. And she isn't pretending. She was tame when I was eating her, even threw in the moaning. But when I went after her feet, she was not OK with it. What a pity.
Even though she was always a bit distant, she was quite nice the first time we met. But she is rather straight forward. When I wanted to kiss goodbye half a year ago, she stopped me, rushed to the bathroom sink, and then rush back to the same position to receive my kiss on her lips. Today she was late. When I started to eat her, she jumped off the bed, rushed to the bathroom, and returned in 20 sec. I bet she forgot to wipe herself clean down there after travelling.
Before she returned, I was thinking Martha could be my next project, my new challenge. But now it has to be Pretty. They are both tops in the looks department, and they are difficult. Martha' passage is less satisfying. But perhaps just because she used a lot more lube than Pretty. Pretty tried too, but I wiped it off with my hand when she wasn't looking.
While I was thinking about my projects, I did another great save! I was looking one traffic light ahead for optimal driving. That was green but the light right ahead of me was red. I ended up shooting into the junction a few seconds after red. I braked and stopped.
It was a 16 lane junction and a lot of eyes were on me, like on an open air theater stage at night. It was eerily quiet and surreally bright in the middle of the busy junction. You have got to experience the act to understand it. Normally all the cars will horn the hell out of me. Surprisingly, it was quiet, and I didn't see any motion when other lanes should be moving across the junction. I saw a clear passage before me so I drove off, only stopping for a split second if at all.
At that moment, an SUV doing a left turn turned into my lane. I didn't know why because the driver must had seen me I suppose. Maybe he thought I was stopping so he went ahead. But that is still stupid. If I stopped, he will be through but a lot of cars would have driven through me. May be it's one of those drivers thinking that "it's my right of way, I'm right, I turn."
So two cars merged into one lane. I couldn't have politely let him or her go first. He wasn't ahead of me. I built up a little speed from stationary. He had enough speed as he was turning into the intersection. There's no reason to happen but it happened. His SUV was crashing into my car. He could not have taken evasive action. Because once he turned into my lane, it's invasive and he couldn't reverse. I saw him coming and took evasive action - a steep sharp turn to the right while he couldn't do anything. I was confident that there was nothing else in the middle of the intersection.
I could visualize that he was shaken and frozen. He stopped. That wouldn't make any difference. He couldn't have stopped in time. It was an after the fact stop. And I didn't see him move at all on my rear mirror. I was shaken too but may be only for a split second. There was no time to fear. And once the collision was avoided, I was relived and felt as if nothing had happened. I continued on my merry way. I was battled hardened after all.
A few days ago I was following an SUV in the slow lane. I was doing something on my phone or something else. That's why I was on the slow lane. The SUV stopped suddenly. I looked up and I thought I was going to hit it. There was just enough time to use my eyeball to check the left lane. Turning my head would be too late. It was clear and I turned my steering sharping to the left and avoided a bumping into the car in front. Looking back at my dash cam video, the SUV was doing everything right. It slowed down, signaled a right turn for more than sufficient time, slowed almost to a halt and then turned to the right.
It was me who missed all the signals and kept looking down.
And not long before that, I stopped at the end of a line, at the freeway entrance ramp. The right lane was empty so I turned into that lane from stationary. To my horror, a yellow car, yellow I think, was running into my back at about 80 mph, as if I was transparent. He couldn't have stopped in time and I couldn't have done anything to avoid. But still, I turned back to my lane as if in slow motion. I was turning into the empty lane from stationary, and turning back almost stationary. I moved away at most a few inches. But that was enough. I could see the driving gusted passed me close to the guard rail, raising his hand to say sorry and thank me as he passed. He couldn't make any difference if he braked, and he could have swirled and slammed into a few cars.
The fact that I even looked at the rear mirror that long and avoided an accident that happened totally behind me shows that I'm battle hardened. Turning into an empty lane from stationary is a very dangerous thing that a lot of drivers don't realize. The other car will be hitting you at 80 mph, at a relative velocity of almost 80 mph. It's the same damage when a drunk driver hit a tree at 80 mph. You have to look back a mile for collision free space, or 10 sec of collision free time. And often the road is bend so you can't see anything. I have seen a few cars shattered into pieces that way. I had experienced a tourist stopped at the fast lane in a huge traffic jam, then all of a sudden decided to pull into the car pool lane. I was travelling at 90 mph in a stretch of straight road for miles.
I had the option of totaling my car by turning into the right concrete barrier. Or totaling my car and his by bumping into his tail. Luckily, he was only half way into the lane, and there just happened to be a bit of shoulder so I just passed and missed everything by a few inches. If I braked I wouldn't have passed.
For the yellow car incident, the difference is that it was a curved freeway entrance ramp for Budda's sake! I couldn't have seen him coming. And nobody in their right mind will be speeding into a ramp at 80 mph, while the traffic signals at the entrance was obviously operating.
Thinking of Pretty in the bathroom, I got a huge erection and couldn't carry on - sitting on the toilet bowl.
What made me feel better is that Q's team is sinking. Kendall went on announced and unannounced vacations. Q is also trying everything as usual. One week she may throw out all her team covering almost all weekdays, day and evenings. The other week she may have one girl on one day.
The veteran who joined Q's team at the last meat and greet finally realized what she was into. She worked on her own while keeping the team tag, then stayed low for a good while, and dropped the tag silently. Good for her. Now she knows.
I hit Q's new girl too, just for the fun of it. Actually she has more than one. But now she doesn't introduce them anymore. Guys got clever and didn't lineup for each girl she introduced any more. But this girl is different in that she put out nice pictures, nice legs and tits. I encourage that and hit her. She wasn't disappointing at all. Tall nice body but a little more meat than a teen model. Early twenties. Face is pretty but not mesmerizing. She is a bit business like but that's OK. She gave me some samples of GFE, DFK, cuddling and asked me to go VIP next time. We just didn't click. I could have rated her but since she is Q's team I kept silence to signal that she is good but not that good.
Actually this new girl faked on a Sunday, which caused me grief. I couldn't find a decent replacement. That's OK since she faked on everybody that day. I gave her and the team a 2nd chance. I can see that she isn't popular, and that's the last time she was available.
I'm humble as one guy doesn't make any difference. But I think I do. When Q saw my appearance online, she wrote her classified differently, as if she is seeing a turning point of some sort. The way she put Kendall out, the timing and place, seemed to entice me. Forget about the elusive one that is not so good anyway, get the best one that is available.
While on the subject of Q, she initiated another meat and greet. She increased the entry fee 5 fold, and I know what she's thinking. If a fraction of the people who turned up last time turns up again, she will pocket a fortune. Because of the amount of money involved, she setup small meat and greets to take the fee just to make sure. But I think it's sinking and stinking.
While the noise from the last M&G sounded successful, it doesn't make sense. Say 10 girls gave up their whole evening for the event. On paper that's easily much more than 10K. If that's the way these girls have fun that's very sad. It's all about promotion, if you need it that is. The new entrance fee makes more sense but anybody paying up?
Regrettably, I dumped Bridget. She just don't know how to blow.That is really a surprise. She is able and willing for any other thing. And she is very willing to blow but just don't cut it. Maybe pretty girls just didn't have the chance to learn. I can remember a few mesmerizing jobs that are done by BBW, that I accidentally ran into. It may be just me, but I enjoy all the other girls' blowjob. Since then, I didn't see her coming out to play. So sad.
And of course I found a temporary replacement before dumping Bridget. She is a blond model, Friendly. To me she is a model, at least her pictures are. She claimed mid 20's but she can be 30+. Her body is fabulous for her age. Gorgeous legs and butt. Not exceptional proportions but very nice overall. Just that her enhanced breasts aren't my cup of tea. I can't say she is pretty because I still don't have a good idea what she looked like. She relied on makeup to look good, probably a lot. And she wasn't hiding it going for the naked look. She has sun tan and it wouldn't work. But her makeover is my cup of tea. Tastefully done, not in the way. And her curly long blond hair is fabulous.
Of course her oral skill is great. She kisses too. She hasn't hold back on me yet and I'll test her gradually to see what's her limit. She claims to be very clean, wearing thigh length pantyhose or leggings all the time, before taking them off for the main course. And I don't know how she could afford the nicest hotels. And she encourages me to tackle her feet and toes once I showed interest.
So far so good, but the problem is, ..., she proposed - an arrangement. May be I posted too much on the local board. But if I am a regular so far, that doesn't mean that I'll be a regular next month. Ask Bridget.
I saw the ad of another pretty girl that I had to see. I felt something wrong when she PMed me her number, asking if the deal was still on. And then the hotel was wrong, and I had to wait. When I saw her I wished she had used a totally fake picture. The thinking is that she may be hiding for some reason and find a temporary double to entertainment me. There is still hope that the person in the picture can be found. But this is the girl in the picture. And she is pretty. But her body is all washed out. But it was all relatively speaking. Her breasts weren't naturally perky, nor freshly enhanced work of art. Not model legs nor model anything. But I was fully capably of doing it at the time. She's a curvy woman, not flabby nor off-turning. And she was pretty.
The first thing she said after letting me in was, "are you a regular?" She was checking me out and asked enthusiastically and animated. As experienced as I am, I couldn't answer such an awkward and nonsensical question. Then it was fast and furious to satisfy my physical needs, which I was fully ready for. I enjoyed it but somehow she knew she wasn't the top dogs.
She was straight talking, asking me questions about the board and even leaked something she wasn't supposed to. Basically she is clueless, being recruited by somebody and she just turned up. She asked because she wondered if she could make it here. I asked if it was Q who recruited her. But it wasn't, her description didn't match.
Did I say she was straight talking? She would talk to herself when she knew that I wouldn't be that interested. When I was recovering with my eyes shut, we were talking that I had no recollection of. Then she said to herself again, "It was good, actually." That's my BFE, and I wasn't even trying.
And she is the Nth girl who asked, "is it comfortable?" That referred to my slippers. I have no idea why every girl managed to look down on my dirty slippers, but still recognize the brand name that is half blacken by daily wearing. Imagine that a semi-trashy girl in a 2 star hotel being able to recognize the label of my slippers, what the other classier girls think? No matter I have proposals.
While Friendly was away for the week, I tried to audition more so I have a good idea whether to accept or reject the proposal, by disappearing. There is a beautiful redhead that I always wanted to see. She turned up suddenly. But just for an hour or so. False alarm. She deleted her classified soon after she put it up. And she didn't turn up the next day.
Of all people, Pretty Schoolgirl appeared all of a sudden, after more than half a year of absence. She might have turned up once of twice but it was very easy to miss. After I booked her, it turned out that everybody unusually turned up on a Friday - Kendall, most of Q's team, including Martha, and The Schoolgirl.
I thought Martha's pink tits are the best, but Pretty reminded me hers are just as awesome. And I thought The Schoolgirl has the most awesome figure. No, I couldn't have decided on the one to pick if the two lineup shoulder to shoulder. Kendall is not bad at all but a teen model fills different needs than cute schoolgirl types.
Today Pretty didn't have much time to paint all over her face. She is actually pretty without it. I think she was only trying to cover up acne all over her face. But that's cute too.
On the other hand, I remembered why I almost gave up on Pretty. She doesn't kiss much. Today I didn't let go of her awesome waist so she gave me a taste of her tongue so as to get off me. And I know why a few girls grabbed my cock once I took off my pants. They are afraid!
Pretty took off her signature Mrs Robinson lingerie outfit piece by piece, unceremoniously. But to me it was a great strip tease. I was sitting hard on the side of the bed. She saw it, grabbed it, knelled down and started blowing. I didn't have chance to do anything! And no one will turn that down!
It was good because she worked hard. I let her kept at it as I was invincible. Her jaws must have been hurting when she backed off a bit and looked at me. I gave her a smile. She carried on the fight. I was certain that she wanted to take me to the edge of climax so she could finish me off in her next move, minimizing the damage on her little pussy!
Hard luck. She gave up at last. She had no choice but to give me the condom, with a tube of lube as a bonus. She squeezed an inch of lube on top of my covered cock, and then rubbed some on her pussy. At that critical moment, I wiped off most of the lube with my hand, then use the other hand to spread the lube. When the moment passed, she turned her attention away from her pussy and spread the lube on my cover with her hand. But it was too late. I was already holding the side and top of the bed sheet to get rid of all the lube on my hands. Even with my good imagination, I couldn't have made it up!
Of course she had to ride me first. Those have a tiny pussy all do. Actually it was quite satisfying. I enjoyed it rather than performing some warm up as a duty for the others. I liked my fav tits dangling right before my eyes. I know she doesn't like me sucking or squeezing them so I just stared. I did enough before that. She even put her hair to the back instead of getting in the way.
Enough time had passed so I tried to get up. But she wouldn't budge. I wouldn't be able to get up without pushing her away. As an easy going person I let her. Just because I am invincible. She kept at it, really really wanted to get me off. Hard luck.
More than enough time had passed. I gave her enough chances and time to do it. I gently pushed her aside, trying to get up and get into position. But the sudden change did it. Instead of pushing her away I grabbed her hips tightly and pulled them towards me and down. I was finished at last.
She is around for a year or two, but she still seemed very new. May be doing it once every few month did it. She had to listen to loud music all the time. I think that's why she missed my knocks, twice. I knocked, went back to the lift, and txted her to confirm the room number. Then I knocked again, still no response for a while. I really thought she didn't want my business. That will be a first.
We did have a bad start. I lost my erection the first time I saw her. I spent too much time on eating her pussy. It was a tough job to get me off. The next time I saw her at the door, I could see her reflux expression on her face, "OMG, this guy again". But it lasted only a split second. Then perhaps I was too good. During the doggy, to stop my one deep stroke at a time rhythm, she backed up to me, encouraging me to do a fast and furious intense penetration so she could end her suffering sooner than later. I think she remembered it well. So this time I had no chance to do anything except to let her ride.
After I finished and showered, I came out from the bathroom to find the room empty! It was a bigger twin double room, but there's no place to hide except for the bathroom. But I just came out of the bathroom! Did she put on clothes and got out? What should I do? She doesn't like me that much? So much disrespect.
The bathroom is at the room door, so I walked towards the window to see what can be going on. It was like exploring a crime scene while someone could still set you up for some crimes. I was expecting danger ahead, or someone may rush in at the door at my back. I was Halloween scared when I realized someone was hiding at the side of the tall TV shelf. But it was only Pretty. She was totally naked so I was relieved. She is exceptionally proportioned but she is still tiny. She was leaning on the side of the shelf with her back so she could refresh her makeup. She even imitated my scared reaction.
She is the only one that my charm doesn't really work on her. And she isn't pretending. She was tame when I was eating her, even threw in the moaning. But when I went after her feet, she was not OK with it. What a pity.
Even though she was always a bit distant, she was quite nice the first time we met. But she is rather straight forward. When I wanted to kiss goodbye half a year ago, she stopped me, rushed to the bathroom sink, and then rush back to the same position to receive my kiss on her lips. Today she was late. When I started to eat her, she jumped off the bed, rushed to the bathroom, and returned in 20 sec. I bet she forgot to wipe herself clean down there after travelling.
Before she returned, I was thinking Martha could be my next project, my new challenge. But now it has to be Pretty. They are both tops in the looks department, and they are difficult. Martha' passage is less satisfying. But perhaps just because she used a lot more lube than Pretty. Pretty tried too, but I wiped it off with my hand when she wasn't looking.
While I was thinking about my projects, I did another great save! I was looking one traffic light ahead for optimal driving. That was green but the light right ahead of me was red. I ended up shooting into the junction a few seconds after red. I braked and stopped.
It was a 16 lane junction and a lot of eyes were on me, like on an open air theater stage at night. It was eerily quiet and surreally bright in the middle of the busy junction. You have got to experience the act to understand it. Normally all the cars will horn the hell out of me. Surprisingly, it was quiet, and I didn't see any motion when other lanes should be moving across the junction. I saw a clear passage before me so I drove off, only stopping for a split second if at all.
At that moment, an SUV doing a left turn turned into my lane. I didn't know why because the driver must had seen me I suppose. Maybe he thought I was stopping so he went ahead. But that is still stupid. If I stopped, he will be through but a lot of cars would have driven through me. May be it's one of those drivers thinking that "it's my right of way, I'm right, I turn."
So two cars merged into one lane. I couldn't have politely let him or her go first. He wasn't ahead of me. I built up a little speed from stationary. He had enough speed as he was turning into the intersection. There's no reason to happen but it happened. His SUV was crashing into my car. He could not have taken evasive action. Because once he turned into my lane, it's invasive and he couldn't reverse. I saw him coming and took evasive action - a steep sharp turn to the right while he couldn't do anything. I was confident that there was nothing else in the middle of the intersection.
I could visualize that he was shaken and frozen. He stopped. That wouldn't make any difference. He couldn't have stopped in time. It was an after the fact stop. And I didn't see him move at all on my rear mirror. I was shaken too but may be only for a split second. There was no time to fear. And once the collision was avoided, I was relived and felt as if nothing had happened. I continued on my merry way. I was battled hardened after all.
A few days ago I was following an SUV in the slow lane. I was doing something on my phone or something else. That's why I was on the slow lane. The SUV stopped suddenly. I looked up and I thought I was going to hit it. There was just enough time to use my eyeball to check the left lane. Turning my head would be too late. It was clear and I turned my steering sharping to the left and avoided a bumping into the car in front. Looking back at my dash cam video, the SUV was doing everything right. It slowed down, signaled a right turn for more than sufficient time, slowed almost to a halt and then turned to the right.
It was me who missed all the signals and kept looking down.
And not long before that, I stopped at the end of a line, at the freeway entrance ramp. The right lane was empty so I turned into that lane from stationary. To my horror, a yellow car, yellow I think, was running into my back at about 80 mph, as if I was transparent. He couldn't have stopped in time and I couldn't have done anything to avoid. But still, I turned back to my lane as if in slow motion. I was turning into the empty lane from stationary, and turning back almost stationary. I moved away at most a few inches. But that was enough. I could see the driving gusted passed me close to the guard rail, raising his hand to say sorry and thank me as he passed. He couldn't make any difference if he braked, and he could have swirled and slammed into a few cars.
The fact that I even looked at the rear mirror that long and avoided an accident that happened totally behind me shows that I'm battle hardened. Turning into an empty lane from stationary is a very dangerous thing that a lot of drivers don't realize. The other car will be hitting you at 80 mph, at a relative velocity of almost 80 mph. It's the same damage when a drunk driver hit a tree at 80 mph. You have to look back a mile for collision free space, or 10 sec of collision free time. And often the road is bend so you can't see anything. I have seen a few cars shattered into pieces that way. I had experienced a tourist stopped at the fast lane in a huge traffic jam, then all of a sudden decided to pull into the car pool lane. I was travelling at 90 mph in a stretch of straight road for miles.
I had the option of totaling my car by turning into the right concrete barrier. Or totaling my car and his by bumping into his tail. Luckily, he was only half way into the lane, and there just happened to be a bit of shoulder so I just passed and missed everything by a few inches. If I braked I wouldn't have passed.
For the yellow car incident, the difference is that it was a curved freeway entrance ramp for Budda's sake! I couldn't have seen him coming. And nobody in their right mind will be speeding into a ramp at 80 mph, while the traffic signals at the entrance was obviously operating.
Thinking of Pretty in the bathroom, I got a huge erection and couldn't carry on - sitting on the toilet bowl.
