A very dark day

 I first got Valentine at 10 pm. I was very happy. But when I drove into the hotel parking lot, one gate was open. I thought I got a freebie. But when I got out, I realized the mistake. Basically, I'm as good as losing my ticket. I have to pay the max rate which is $28. I just paid it as I was happy and I wanted to get home quick.

She came out to work again after a day's rest. It was a bit sudden. I would have to do it Mon, Wed, Fri. I was worried about my performance. I decided against it. But she said she would work Sat too.

I had morning wood when I woke up. How convenient. So I sent her a message saying that I will have her when she starts the day.  I was thinking she slept late so she would be waking up and see me first. 

She would be ready at noon. She probably had some overflow bookings the day before. But she couldn't have seen a lot before noon.

So I prepared for the over an hour drive. I have a hunch she won't be back for a while after working the whole week. I didn't want to wait that long.

So far so great. If not for the morning wood, I would not have booked her. I didn't charge the camera battery. I struggled to find the charger, in the garage full of things like I just moved in with zero organization. Everything seems to be that I have seen it somewhere before but not where I expected. Luckily I found it. But then the plug is foreign. I think I threw away the adaptor not long ago. After trying to find an adaptor, I decided to cut off and swap the plug. Obviously, the charge isn't full when I had to go. I should have charged the half-full battery instead of the completely dead battery. So I decided to bring the whole thing and charge it in the hotel if the need arises.

The big mistake was that I had only 20 miles of range left on the car battery. I never thought of that when I changed my mind this morning. That was last night. It's like 14 miles this morning. It's very tight to go the supercharger on the way and there will be a long wait there on Sat. So I went to a slow charger 8 miles 18 minutes away.  Then I charged like 5 to 10 minutes to get enough charge to get to a fast charger in the opposite direction 10 miles away. It shouldn't need much time to charge to 80 miles that I need for the trip with enough spare.  But I over-relaxed like I always do on charging stations. I got to 120 miles wasting some time.

I told Valentine that I will be late. And that I will be leaving on time and pay in full, diplomatically. She asked me how late. I said 20 min but probably 30. Then I thought that she may be trying to slip another client in. I gave her options to add another half hour, or cancel me if you have other bookings. She explained to me that she is fully booked and the options won't work.

Also, I ordered a pair of bright, portable, studio lights with floor-standing tripods just for her. But it will arrive a day late. 

Now the race starts. I got into a toll road that I don't use that often. I was speeding up, getting to the fast lane. Then I saw a patrol car. I thought I braked fast enough but I saw the cops start their car. Then they pulled me over. A ticket.

They must be using radars. I haven't gotten a ticket this way for years! If it's that easy why don't they use it more often? And if I know that they still use radar, new or old tech, I could have brought a radar detector.

Money isn't really all of the problems. I don't want my driving record to look too bad. The current problem is that I will be terribly late if you can call that. 

I told Valentine that I will be able to make it before the end of my session to pay her in full. She sent me emoji's saying oh no, we have only a few minutes! But I think she was laughing.

I was hoping I still have 5 minutes, or she would give me five minutes to get off. For some reason, I'm horny all the way thinking about her.

But first, I had to get the money. The charging was the priority at the beginning; there's no other things more important. There's a gas station across the intersection. I got the money in one withdrawal instead of 3 in some other gas station ATMs previously, charging me 3 times as much and wasting 3 times the time.

When I crossed to the hotel entrance, the visitor parking is at the back of the block. It's underground. It's big. I couldn't park too close to the entrance; that's for valets. So I rushed with my camera to the escalator and texted Valentine, what do I do?

Unfortunately, it's 4 min past my session end time. She said her next client called her and he's now going up. But I could come back one and a half-hour later. If I can't, it sucks to be me. Of course, I'll wait. I could have written a story wasting 2 hours. I prepared for the worst; she could open a slit at the door and demand the money. I don't even have 5 min to jerk off. My main worry is my promise of paying in full - one hour plus video. I will honor that even if I never see her again. But I want to see her again.

I also had hope because she seemed to be leaving at 3 pm. It's odd but that's how she set up her bookings. I may have some time with her rather than just paying her for nothing.

I started relaxing. Very relaxed, very excited the whole morning. First, I had an important letter to mail. The post office is nearby. But the parking is impossible. There's road closure for some events. I had to park in some parking structure and walk to the post office. But then I found a meter on the side of the street; one vacant out of hundreds. Then I figured out that I had to install an app, complete the two-step verification, and enter all details of my credit card to pay 41 cents.

After all that, I had an emergency. The raw fish that I ate yesterday started talking to me. I had to give up 41 cents immediately to find a toilet. The guy in the first gas station told me that the bathroom is out of service. I had a $5 bill in hand but he surprised me. I  pointed to the bathroom to say I am going there. I didn't see any sign. Maybe he wanted to get rid of me because it's for customers only. If I didn't see the bathroom first I would have asked him with the bill in hand. It's a bit awkward for both of us if I try to bride him now.

Then I go to the next gas station on the map. Fuck. The right turn is closed or it's one-way anyway. I looped back but can't find the way. I started the map again and found one. I asked the woman and she pointed to the bathroom. What a relief. The bathroom is tolerable. Unfortunately, my pants got dirty. I wiped it with tissue paper and got on my way. I don't usually get that bad. But I had diarrhea a few days ago for two days non-stop. I don't feel bad but it just doesn't stop for 2 days. I picked up a can of code and left $5 on the table walking away. I should have let the woman scan the can.

I got back to the hotel 7 minutes before 2:30pm. I would love to arrive earlier in case her client leaves early, before the next one comes up. I texted her but now I don't have a cell signal. It happened that the signals are very different for the parking spaces. I moved and got a signal without going outside. But then I decided to go up to the lobby for a sure signal. 

That's when she texted me that she needed 15 minutes. Why she needs 15 minutes when she could have opened a slit at the door and got the full payment? That's when she told me I have 30 minutes. A lot better than 5 minutes that I hoped for. And indeed she is leaving at 3 pm.

When I saw her it was anti-climax. She didn't seem to know what happened. OK, usually I would have been talking to the booker all the time. But it's unprofessional to use heart emojis to fool me! Fuck you! I still have time to setup the camera. She only knew that I was given 30 minutes, and that she checked if I was paying for the video too before I brought out the camera. I did pay in full.

I did a quick rinse for the dirt and decided to leave my underpants there forever. Why I didn't think about that earlier?

BTW, she wore a cute little lacy black sock to match her mask, rather than the knee-length white lingerie socks last time.

I did about the same things last time but fewer and quicker. I finished with time to spare. When the maid knocked I packed my things and left after tipping her some more. She had a positive reaction then. 

Then I got a space right before the dropbox in front of the post office. It should have been a space for mailing letters. But someone parked on it when I came earlier.

Then  I charged the car. It didn't take long to get 100 miles to go back home. Any more will cost twice as much at the time instead of the low night rate.

I start to return home when the traffic is heavy. Sad. So I have all the time to think about the ticket, the fine, my driving record, all the things I didn't have time to do to her, wasting the whole day and a lot of money. But I am happy to see her instead of going home empty-handed. I had decent sperm donation in the condom too. Not bad for 3 days a week.

Valentine is so cute but lacks character so far. Even the reserved madam will wish me to get my phone back. My favorite is just so GFE. Talks but not too much. Do a lot of things. Her pictures look so much better and her natural girls are growing on me even though they are too big for my taste. The problem is that she is a bit elusive. She advertises early in the morning and works until lunch. If I book her after I finish my rituals, I will be her last client of the day. It's a terrible thought when she is fully booked.

But then I am sure I was Valentine's last client twice in a roll now.

Without love making, you and me are just flowing ants

 Last week, it was time to do it. There's not much of a selection so I waited until the next Monday. The star attraction came up at the right time so I hit her.

She wasn't my type but I ran into her before just like this occasion. But I feel the difference holding her in the spoon position. She doesn't do much. No DFK and doesn't like me to pay attention to her behind. She doesn't talk much. But I like the refinement. When I seemed to lose my phone, she would say I hope you find your phone after I was done. And that was it. I felt she cared, lol, as a client. I did perform well.

For some reason, I wanted more. One is the usual, that after you whetted your appetite, you want to eat more and more. The other is the med that is still in the system. A bigger cock.

I could have done it the next day if something right came up. But I could afford to be picky since I already had the appetizer. Then my Valentine came up. My only reservation is that I may draw blank since I had only a day's rest. 

She was new perhaps last year. She seems to be a Scottish redhead with pale skin. She seems to have a little baby fat and is heavier than a spinner. But I love her breasts. It's rare that girls bare them in pictures. Those who showed it are too big for my taste even if natural. And all the piercings and tattoos. Her pictures aren't high resolution so I can zoom in on her nipples. But I can bet on that.

The other reservation is her strange pricing and a long no list. She is about half the price of the star attraction. But she does video. That's a no-brainer. There's something to show for it - I'm not just a flowing ant.

I always hate the Hyatt near Disney. The many times I went in and out of it, it seems to be a near 5 star hotel. The entrance is huge and paved with fancy stones. It's big inside with a big parking lot outside. I hate it because of the bigness of it. 

It's a long way from the parking lot across the ballrooms to the lobby and to the elevators.  Once I wore a beach flip-flop and it took forever. And unfortunately, I gave the girl the wrong stack of cash. She discovered it when I left. I got her message only when I returned to my car. So I had to walk all over again to her room and back to my car. It took so long that she threatened me for scamming her.

Somehow she was hard to book. My turn was in the late evenings so I had time to search for the floor plan of Hyatt. Then I discovered that there is a possible shortcut to the lifts without going through the lobby. And I was right. Now I love it. I can wear anything at any time.

Unfortunately, the parking lot is full at this time. I had to park on the far side of the lot. I got straight to the lifts but there is a long line spreading into the lobby. There was a short wait but I didn't have my mask on for the full lifts.

I know people love Disney hotels and those near the other theme park. You can wear anything and lost in the crowd any time in the day, have visitors any time in the day. But it feels a little cheap. I always think this is like a 4 to 5 star hotel. I always park near the ballroom entrance during the day. And it's very quiet in the daytime too. But at night it's very different.

When I met her it was a pleasant surprise. Now I realized that she is the same type as my own porn star, Lane. A rag doll with a delicate body. New, naive, but rough and ready.

I was thinking she would greet me in Valentine's lingerie. And that I would have to check her bare breasts before putting up the video money. But she was naked so I had no worries. 

She left the door open. When I got in she was still in the bathroom probably shaving. Maybe redheads have a lot of leg hair. That reminds me of girls, "Oh, someone booked me! Shaving time." Or, "Oh, I got a VIP session. I need to shave!" But it wouldn't work. Maybe hairy legs are sexier. Having silky legs is a long process and you need the effort to keep it up. 

Some girls piggyback on other's hotel rooms. That's how they started without a lot of bookings. That's how I met Lane. But when she had enough client to be on her own, she discovered that without a credit card she couldn't get a room. So I had to go with her to the front desk to pay and sign something. On rare occasions, I do pay for motel rooms and leave them to my trusted girls. But I don't worry about bad things that could happen on big hotels. I just wanted to finish and disappear. I never saw her after that. I got my videos of several sessions. Her face isn't pretty enough to be my ATF. Her teen body is perfect. Immortal in my videos.

I was surprised at how unprepared or how unrefined she was. She wasn't new. Maybe she wasn't fully booked after all. She had to ask if the room was available before taking my appointment.

Once I saw her breasts, we were talking about camera positions. She wasn't worried about it but insisted on wearing a mask that she put on the classified. I wasn't worried about that; I worry about it coming off, limiting our movements and actions. How do we even kiss?

But we already kissed when I came in since she was naked. She wasn't into it so there's no problem. Before I could start my cameras, she went into the bathroom for minutes again for the mask. Why?

I was flabergasted when she came out. I was thinking about surgical masks as in TikTok. She came out with the cheapest but sexiest Venetian Masquerade mask.

Her pictures in the classified are all hers, at most a year old, probably current. She looks a lot cuter in person without mask on. She looks smaller, a lot more like a schoolgirl without the baby fat.

I was sitting at the end of the bed so she couldn't go anywhere when she got out of the bathroom. I grabbed her and sucked away while she was standing. I took my time. But when I finished her left and then her right, I couldn't go back to the left when she pulled out.

She made up for it when she suddenly kneeled down giving me a blowjob. It wasn't a blowjob. She was brushing her teeth with a thick toothbrush. That was when I remembered to turn on my phone camera for closeups. The stimulation and the visual part of it went off the charts. I could come just like that. But I had too many things still to do on camera.

That's when she discovered the bee sting med on my cock. She asked me about it but I blamed it on hand sanitizers getting onto it when I stimulated myself. She did see me holding my cock when she came out of the bathroom. I always rinse my cock before BBBJ. But I also checked that there is no strange smell and taste (possibly) if I don't. On this occasion, we all know that we don't have any clean towels. So I skipped that. This time, I had to go into the shower and washed it thoroughly before coming out for more toothbrushing. She did it like robotic clockwork.

I lifted her up and put her sitting on the bed. It was my turn to kneel down and lick her pussy. I can go on and on with a teen pussy, or the feeling of it. I licked her thighs too. But she refused to take off her knee-length sock. It must be the incomplete shaving. I didn't mind because it was like part of some lingerie.

Then I flipped her to lie flat on the bed. I licked her butt, her ass and her tights. And her back too. I just love redheads with delicate skin. She just laid there, perfect. She took care to hold the phone camera when I was eating her pussy. But I didn't have enough hands to hold the camera when I was licking her ass. When I was done, got up, saw her lovely ass again at some distance, I dived down again for a lot more.

It happened that I was standing at the end of the bed. She moved forward so I could fuck her standing. She seemed to be afraid of thick cocks. I kept asking myself, "she isn't new, is she?". It would be perfect if she kisses. But she gave it all, wide legging spreading without any possibility of a defensive move. 

I signaled her to turn over. She thought it was a doggy and I entered as such. But very soon I was flat ironing her on a thick pillow. Perfect again. It was slightly uncomfortable because of the high pillow. But the full cock contact was super. I still came a lot, not bad as I did the day before yesterday.

I laid flat on the bed to recover. She went to sleep. I could hear her breath. She didn't move a bit until after I rinsed and dressed. I will certainly go back for her. She has the face, the body, and the price range to be my new ATF. But I have a hunch that girls like her will come and go quickly. A year seems to be about right.

A story for the chronicles

 Last time I forget that my ATM card was frozen. It's about the worse thing that I have to tell the booker that I have no cash. I did get cash when the bank opens, the same time as my appointment. But the booker abandoned me at the last moment. I wish he did earlier. No complaint.

So this time all my mind was on the cash and my wallet and which ATM to get to.

I forget my phone when I got there! That's about the 2nd worst thing. I cannot commit the worst two offenses in the lastest two appointments. And just disappear and call the booker half an hour later to explain.

Lucky, it's a private apartment. Same building. Same room. I couldn't remember which room.

The problem is, many ladies and bookers had been operating that way for years - Koreans, Chinese, any other nationalities, and any setups.

I was lucky to remember the building. I'm sure I've been to a few at least. They all looked familiar. They are exactly the same in a big complex with different numbers.

So I walked around on the 3rd floor to remember which room. 3rd is the top so I can't forget.

The first few rooms are not. Our apartments are always well hidden with the least foot traffic. Either it has some odd decorations or minimal. It may be at a bad corner or next to the lift or utility room so rent is cheaper. There's no lift. 

I remember an apartment on its own on a short corridor with the door deeply recessed into the walls. But there's no such apartment in this building.

One apartment has only the matt on the outside. I may have picked it if it says welcome. But it says something else that is not special. But I think it's too customized.

There is an apartment with two small fake Christmas trees. They are not supposed to be Christmas trees because it's very slim to be able to put on two sides of the entrance. This could be it but there's another apartment with one Christmas tree.

One apartment seems to be tugged aside where nobody cared. But thee's not even a doorbell button. One apartment has a ring camera.

By the process of elimination, the most likely one is the two Christmas tree one, with a plain doorbell, by the corner, with a doormat saying something like, yah! you found it.

I stand back a little by the door, tidy up my hair and expensive aviator glasses, ready to press the bell. I won't be surprised if the door opens. Once a teen girl opened the door while she was home alone. She opened it as the most natural thing to do. No alarm. No hesitation. I mixed up the room number.

The door did open. That doesn't mean I was right. But the person was hiding behind the door. That is what I need to see that I'm right. They always do that, not wanting neighbors or nosy persons to see who they are and what they are wearing.

So I just walked in confidently. I was surprised that my girl shrank a lot. The teen hiding behind the door was totally naked and felt at ease being naked in front of me. Honestly, I didn't know what I was thinking. "Sasha?", I asked her. Maybe they are doing a bait and switch today. Honestly, I won't be surprised as Sasha is supposed to be very hard to book. She has been pulling her classified after an hour or two putting them up.

Honestly, I prefer this small girl, a teen with small natural tits when everything checks out totally naked. I was hoping she says yes and hoping that she is actually Sasha. But then she realized the mistake and I told her I dropped my phone. She didn't tell me what to do. She knocked Sasha's room while I walked into the living room trying to be unseen. But then the other gentleman arrived knocking at the door. I was trying to hide in the corner of the living room.

I heard she apologized to Sasha, who told her it wasn't her fault. Meanwhile, she walked totally naked around the house. I heard that Sasha is lake the madam. The apartment was her lease to make big money.

I was thinking that they were doing some sort of VIP club for high-value clients. But then it wasn't. The other girl put up her classified half an hour later so I didn't notice that two ladies were working at the time.

As for Sasha, she is mid twenties in her prime. Normally for escorts, she may be too old to compete with the teens. But Sasha has nicer skin and a nicer body. She seems to be more refined if she has time to prepare. I felt the difference when I was holding her for a spoon. She doesn't even DFK so there's no point to mission her. Her boobs are big and hang well. There's something wrong with the nipples but they don't turn me off.

For sasha, I need someone with an attractive face and attractive body to lick and suck and fuck. She satisfies all that and with a nice BBBJ to get me hard.

Where are they now?

 Caroline the teen model put herself on the market again after a few years. Sad. She now claims to be 35.

I met her when she was about 30. Little did I know she has a borderline eating disorder. Her breast is small and natural. She has legs. She knows how to make over and act a little. And so she looked like a teen model in a bikini. 

But seeing her for a while, she is pretty but her nose is a bit odd. Maybe just a little too big or possibly a bad nose job. Her short hair looks good if she styles my way. But her hair may be too damaged. To look good she has to kill it some more. Now she shaved her hair recently. This is the 2nd person ever I have seen being an escort with completely shaved.

Seeing her on the social media account that she gave me, she is too punk for my taste when she wasn't escorting. She sometimes puts on her trendy nose ring. Sometimes she got freebies for hair and makeover for photo shooting but it's very away from a delicate teen model.

She could still make herself pretty but her house seems to be belonging to a bag lady. She has some space and a bookshelf too. But her makeup desk is the tiniest in a dark corner full of junk. Her multiple plastic sheet closets everywhere and in the kitchen to store all her clothes for all possible occasions. A stack of 20 scarfs hanging on the bathroom rod.

Things were looking when she had a new boyfriend that is her classmate in kindergarten or elementary school. There seemed to be ups and downs but she met her parents and even went on a foreign vacation.

It saddens me that she came out to escort again at 35 with a completely shaved head.

xxx

Chanel 2 retired, claimed to be married, and disappeared from social media. It's a bit sudden when she always says network is more important than net worth. When she was outed, she would hide the account as private a bit and then come back. She cannot abandon her followers. I also know that she doesn't have a boyfriend long enough for that. Her situation is a big challenge for any boyfriend. Without knowing that it will work long-term, just finding a guy to marry seems to be risky.

Chanel is different. We had gone through so many ups and downs for years. If it dawned on me that I wanted to marry her and I am available, that will work. I only know at the time it will be painful without her.

She showed people half a million-dollar cash to deposit into her bank. She has admirers and haters. It's terrible if someone outed her casually but with so many haters. Rich daddies aren't going to pay big bucks to see her when she sees everybody for a few hundred.

When her buddy retired, she told me she should be also looking at exit strategies. She once played cam girl on --- Paypal! She streamed on IG and ask her follower to tip her on paypal.

Her last thing on her IG, and the only thing left, is a link to a porn video that was deleted. 

She was never outstanding with beauty. She is flat and tall enough to be a model. She isn't that sexy. But if you want to outdo other girls on a yacht, ask her to come in full gear. Most girls will be disasters putting on expensive labels all over.

xxx

Daisy the school girl never liked herself since she was a child. She is a loner too. Maybe a big poor family with lots of siblings. She got out of it through escorting. But she never liked her face and her body. That explains her heavy makeup whenever I saw her.

Once she has the money, she went for a nose job and a boob job and perhaps something else. That perfect school girl was gone. Even before the boob job, her body turned into a stripper while I wasn't noticing. She is hot now but I never liked her makeup, nor Chanel 2 did.

Once I PM her try to tell her who I am. She blocked me but did not delete me. I deleted myself to avoid being a nuisance again. But you know, one day she appeared on my suggestion list. I couldn't resist following her again. The strange thing is, her makeup changed slowly. She feels like the girl in Roger Rabbit. I actually like her face in some of her pictures.

And she seems to be doing fine.

The new era 2

 Not so fast. Just when I think I can throw out a lot of stuff in the garage, I found the box of music cassette tapes!

Do you know what is cassette tapes? How sentimental. I recorded two after being rejected by my first crush. She was in my mind for years and so are the two tapes, with me for many lonely lights. She wasn't on my mind since a long time ago. I can take a picture of them, trash them, and move on. 

One was made for me by a friend who happened to be her brother. BMFs don't try to be nice to each other but he did that when I visited home from far away. I appreciated that because I sort of miss the culture back home. If I throw it away I will probably forget all about it, even if I take a picture. I lost touch with my old friends and I don't expect to have reunions. We'll be busy with our grandkids anyway. But I won't have the same feeling that I have when I discovered something long forgotten in the garage.

There are tapes from Mrs Player. I'll keep that. It was her who doesn't like to listen to those classics again, now that everything is streamable on the internet.

There are some commercial tapes from my idols, who were long dead! Maybe they are worth something. People make money by organizing concerts for 10 year anniversary after their death. I have no problem trashing them. They live on the internet and their voice is better than the cover on their tapes.

Mrs Player also has an old high school diary and yearbook messages. I wouldn't have that sort of thing on paper. I have the internet and multiple identities.

Old maps. I threw them away without thinking. We don't need them ever again when we have mobile phones. But then when you are holding the piece of paper, you can almost time travel back in time, in space, back to the spot where you were. Happy times. Happy place. But since we have pictures and videos while we were traveling, they can go to the trash after taking pictures.

The problem is the box of video cassette tapes! I had been preparing for ages to convert them. I never had the mood to. I was fussy about what coding is best, what medium to use. But now I will be happy if the machine I kept still works and the tapes still work. If you can find people to convert it, it will be expensive and risky. But the NTSC and PAL standards are still alive because it's very simple for cameras to output a signal and two power wires instead of a digital bus.

Wow, the collection of jewelry and watch catalogs. The best money can buy. Mrs Player got them in person. Together with exotic vacation catalogs. Those things that you can find on the coffee table of a premium resort hotel.

If you decorate your home with wall of books, those will be what Mrs Player put up, lol. When I retreated from my workplace, I need spaces fast to put my things from the office. Those are the obvious things to go. But she was very reluctant. I had to hide them gradually but kept them in case she went crazy.

Books. A lot are hers. I kept her postgraduate textbooks in case she needed them later. But she is more inclined to read management for dummies. I also don't need my books. But some are obscure publications with my name hidden somewhere inside. The internet has records of everything but not all those. And the internet memory is limited when everybody forgets about it. I thought it would be easier to tell my kids and grandkids what I did. Maybe.

I also rediscovered my thesis together with the floppy disks of the word processor. I had been looking for those many years ago to archive it. Now in theory the disks might just work.

Still got it

 There was an occasion and Mrs Player showed herself off and dressed me up as well. But my usual outfits for the occasion were gone or didn't fit anymore. So I picked a jacket after trying several; out of many, Mrs Player picked the top and pants that I brought and shipped from China for cheap. She said that they aren't bad if you cover the labels, pockets, and some design details.

The reception was great. I wouldn't know but Mrs Player was pleased and claimed credit, even though I brought them myself.

Watching a movie, I remembered how sought-after I was. I matched all the checklists. Parents wanted to introduce their daughter to me. I picked Mrs Player. She was cute. I came 3 times once. I had no idea that she wasn't that interested in sex and chose early retirement, lol.

But I wonder if looking for true love is that great. Some lyrics you know are obviously written by females, crying all night, need a lifetime to heal.

In the assassin movie, the old getaway driver has a regular, a paid lover. She is GFE but he doesn't do much. If he does he may have trouble breathing. Once he took some stimulants; he almost died in bed and ended up in the hospital. 

He asked her to marry him but she rejected him, telling him to find somebody more mature, lol. When she announced that she is going to retire soon and get married, he was angry. She tried to comfort him; he said his last lover told him the same things. He left but returned days later to offer some cash for a wedding gift.

There is this angelic college girl that I noticed since last year. Unforgettable. While others may wear jeans or very casual outfits, she wears a body-hugging dress showing off her legs. And she feels at ease. Her body is like one of the stick figures in TikTok that I don't really fancy. But in the flesh, she is my ideal body type. But being with her all day face to face, I noticed that her face isn't as ideal as I thought. Like her elder sister about the same age has a more movie-star looking face with only casual makeup if any. But she is obviously bulkier. She may have a killer body in a bikini but I like her little sister more.

In their eyes, we are apparently somebody to look up to.  We still get the looks. Great kids. A moderate big house that their generation can only dream of, in a neighborhood that money cannot buy. There are few places in the nation like that.

The new era

 Almost lost the password. Had to go back to Lastpass to retrieve it. It was the one that still works.

After several failed new year resolutions, I finally managed to start removing some stuff in the garage. I realized that I can trash the whole shelf of papers. I'm certain I won't need them anymore. Those were my works. Some academic collections and some papers that I stole from my employers. It wasn't some secret. I can learn something new that interests me while having nothing better to do.

But after so many years, I'm not going back to that. I can always take some new courses that interest me if I choose to.

I happened to come across a movie that pop up on my Netflix. It was an ex-assassin gang who regrouped to kill people who wanted to die. Some are too old and too lonely to want to live that I understand. One is a wife who has no more money for medical bills. Her husband popped into her room to see her one more time and told her to reincarnate into a better family.

Both ex-assassins are legends. I have told you that my idols my age are dying young like fries. This actor started a lot earlier. He was like Brat Pit. When he was totally forgotten, he came back, taking lead or important roles like Connery. Then he must have been being forgotten again because he was old. Now I'm totally surprised because he looked like 70's or even 80's. The old skin on his face shows it all. And he's still playing the lead role, an ex-assassin that can still fight.

The woman ex-assassin is another legend. She started early, copying Sherly Temple. She wasn't beautiful enough when she grew up so she disappeared. She acted as a male for a bit. She turned up again when she was middle-aged. She took on some male characters and some females. The last time I saw her many years ago, she was making some art movies with a large budget for stars. In the beginning, it was supposed to be a movie for the ages with all the stars and the storyline. But then the movie just collapsed in the middle as if they ran of money all of a sudden.

This time she plays a grandmother. And owns a neighborhood club with middle-aged and older clients socializing. She is also the singer. I've been to something like that but private and with woman escorts.

The films are more European now. Local filmmakers are not going to get big budgets. The storytelling is good. The stars are amateurs but you may get some legends. Music is good. It's more like an art film except that the language is everyday restroom dialogue, or fewer people will come.

The credits include footage with the stars recording a song for the movie. Everybody cries.

Post lockdown performance, mental health, sentimental

Before the pandemic, I had a teen lookalike slightly screaming OMG! OMG! while I was humping. It was plausible.

Since I unlocked myself, my performance is lacking. Maybe I changed my medication a little bit. I don't want to take anything that I feel slightly bad in my stomach after. Maybe I haven't met the right girl. Time will tell.

Maybe the self-indulgence during the lockdown affected me. But I was careful to treat every occasion like an expensive date. And careful to do it only necessary.

Time will tell.

But it's not about it.

There was a forced spring cleaning near the end of summer. All I'm doing is to keep my mental health, that is, not going crazy. So I made space in the garage, box everything unsightly, and put it in the new space.

To make the space, I had to throw away a CD Hi-Fi system, a surround sound system, and a karaoke machine.

We had some good times on the karaoke machine. We didn't use it much but it was the time before the kids. We had time. We had visitors and had fun. I should have thrown it away many years ago. We were never into it and we aren't going to use it. But it was some good times. After the big move, I was hoping that we made new friends. But then the kids come.

The surround sound system was something that people should have in the house. It was before huge home theatre systems. It was after the big move. It was at a time that we care about what decent people should have in the house. It's 5.1 for the DVDs at the time. It has always been working but somehow I made space for other stuff like game systems. It was in storage since. Wiring the speakers was trouble. In my mind, I will bring it back when I have to mood to do it, without crisis and a future to look forward to. I'm not going to upgrade to 6.1 or 7.2. 5.1 is good enough if there's still such a thing. It is a piece of hope.

The CD Hi-Fi system was brought when we were married in our first year or so. We went to the store after Christmas. We were getting things for our fairly new house, our first home. Because we looked so young, the salesman thought that we were looking for bargains or discounts after Christmas. He was waiting for me to ask. But we didn't. We just brought it. We had money. And we had a big happy house. I remembered the very sweet smiles on our faces. And a happy Christmas. I doubt very much if Mrs Player remembers anything.

Of course, we put it in storage once we upgraded to the other system. But I couldn't throw it away. I once installed it in the home office. I hanged the big speakers high up on the wall so little space was needed. But I wasn't into it. We use the other one for movies and that's it. And easily, it had given way to other stuff.

I always wanted to reinstall it. That's when I would have solved all the crises and having a future to look forward to.

Now when the forced spring cleaning comes, what can I do? Who can I appeal to? Who can I talk to? Nobody. She criticized me for hoarding things every other day. What can I say? I'm going to find the easy way out to keep my mental health. No confrontation. So I dropped the few pieces of junk into the trash trolley. And then the corner was replaced by boxes. Problem solved. I hope I forget them very soon.

My new girl friend experience

 I had been tortured by my deadlines. It was Feb with a short month. Then it was April spilled over to May. I still haven't finished but my work was done. I just need to wait if anything disastrous turning up that I had to sort out.

And so I was late for everything. I wanted to write a really late Valentine appreciation for Emma the British nurse that I met half a lifetime ago.

I wanted to write updates on everybody. I quitted following the IG of Channel II and Margaret the schoolgirl. They are doing well and not the sort of girls I lust after anymore. Margaret changed and Channel was never it. Channel even claimed to be married that I doubt very very much. Caroline the teen model at 30 seems to be doing well. I think her boyfriend is real, met his parents, and being treated in a hotel day spa for her birthday. I think she will see me if I ask. But she has been herself lately. I know she hates to look like a teen model or any model. Then she will be at the bottom of many models and won't get work. Her preferred look and personality are too punk for me. 

With all the urgent work done, I even had time to paint the door.

Before I become active again, all I wanted is a nice pair of breasts. Then I wanted a tiny teen with a nice pair of smallish breasts. The one I tried was OK. I hoped the next one will be more gloomed, more engaged, eager to please, and highly kissable. Without all these, it's hard to get my heart pounding at their classified.

Then I found one one day. She even has a cute pretty face. But I missed her by several hours. She just stayed after check-in time till last call at 10 pm. I couldn't meet her in the evenings.

I waited for a week. Usually, all types of girls will turn up over a week. There wasn't anything like her and my last conquest. So I tried something different. Not that I haven't tried that before.

It's trendy when I watched so many foreign TV series. I picked the smaller one and the younger one, almost teen-looking. She wasn't like that when I got through the door. But she is small and thin. She looked good in her lingerie but I should have been alarmed. There is too much fabric. Usually, they wear tiny bikinis or even smaller ones.

In the lighting that resembles a hostess club, she has a beautiful face and looked like she is in her 20's. I was happy.

She held my hand into the bathroom, offered soap to wash my hands, mouthwash, and washed my genital. I was happy with her natural-looking body when she was fully naked. When she was fixated on my dick, I gave her a quick kiss on her pretty cheek. I almost crashed her teeth. When my eyes were half-closed, she avoided her face but countered my kiss with her lips with a very quick turn of her head. Maybe she didn't want to ruin her expensive makeup. She is a good kisser and doesn't bother how much I wanted to kiss.

The last one was lying flat on the bed on her back waiting for me. She just laid there so I went to kiss her and then went on top to do my things all the way down. She was at ease until she thought I was going to finger her.

I was waiting for Sarah to come to bed. The first thing she did was asking for permission to blow me using visual language while holding my dick. I was a little disappointed about her professionalism. She blew and blew, sucking and licking my balls. I was waiting for her to do something else but it seemed that she was waiting for me to tell her to stop. 

I stopped her when she was using her hands too much. She brought out a condom but asked me if I wanted it. It wasn't a great fuck so far but I liked her. I wanted to be better. I went to the dark side. I had been doing well so far so I opted for the no option. She was puzzled or pretended to be until I got out of bed to get the extra fee.

Then I tried to penetrate her on top like a boyfriend. The foreign lovely music was already turned on since she started the blowjob. 

We felt the resistance down there. So she got up and put on a tiny bit of lubrication on me. Then I was in. I tried not to get too excited and concentrated on her face. She looked prettier now. Then I did my favorite DFK missionary and she was very accomodating.

I felt so good dumping my cum all inside her while sucking her mouth. It wasn't too great a finish and she sort of felt that way. So she was grabbing me hard and wouldn't let me go. I felt great in there until I rolled over carefully to rest. 

She looked very much like a girlfriend, trying to keep my cum from getting out and all over the bed while she was getting up to clean.

After she did a quick clean-up, she wanted to cuddle. She asked me to put my hand under her neck so she could get close. So I held her with my other hand and went to sleep. We could have done a bit of eye to eye and lips to lips and legs crossing legs. But I had enough. I needed a rest.

During my sleep, I realized that she was feeling my heartbeat with the back of her hand. I know it's a bit unusual. Some girls think that I was falling in love.

We went into the bathroom and did all the washing again. When the opportunity came up, she either kissed me or demanded kisses. At the door, she was grabbing me hard with her arms around my neck. Then we kissed away even though I rinsed my mouth. Then she waved goodbye, very animated and very energetic.

It's hard not to go back to my new girlfriend. But then there can be many surprises in a week. 

Post Pandemic Sex

 I couldn't stand it anymore. Last time my heart was pounding when my target turned up. I talked myself out of it because I wasn't prepared enough to maximize the enjoyment. I had planned may be starting next month or so.

But she turned up again after a few weeks. So I did oral cleansing, bush trimming, and a thorough bath.

She's a bit weird. Her hair was still wet after a shower. She had no makeup on. I couldn't tell if I liked her hair. She isn't pretty nor bad looking. Her body is my type, small, small natural breasts, slim school girl type. She is mixed.

She didn't smile. She was giving me a gentle hug but I didn't realize it at first because it didn't feel like it. I so missed Cat, a white girl who was a lot warmer, and a cheerleader material too.

So I checked her menu item starting from the top. DFK was OK as long as it's one party. I didn't mind because she is a bit cute but she turned away when I tried to get into her mouth with my tongue.

Since I waited so long for these, I wouldn't let go of her breasts, either using my mouth or hand. I did remember once when she smiled. That was when she complained that I was tickling her breasts. I pulled her panty and went for it. It was bushy but I ate away. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed my fingers. I licked her tights and legs a bit but didn't go far because she was a bit cold.

I turned her around while she was resisting a little. After I kissed enough of her bum, I spread her legs. It was bushy but it didn't smell. I would like to dine there but she wouldn't let me go any further.

Her blowjob was good. I looked at every moment of it. Usually, I just looked a bit so as not to be too excited. And girls are more relaxed if I don't stare at them. Her face is OK so I wasn't getting too excited. And since she didn't smile nor eager to please, I tried to get every cent out of her.

When I was ready to go in, she told me how much time we had left. She is fucking weird. Nobody did that. But maybe it wasn't her. Maybe my didn't cut my hair far too long. Maybe my car isn't nice enough. But I doubt if she was looking outside while preparing for me. Maybe I didn't opt for the VIP option.

The problem was that after getting to know my dick, she put in a lot of lubrication. It was OK for the initial penetration, but she was getting wetter and wetter. So my erection wasn't getting any harder. And my medication was a bit over. It wasn't working out but I decided to murder her instead.

So I laid on top of her, chest to chest her, and kept pounding. I would have let her go a few times but I soldiered on. I tried to DFK her in order to finish faster but she wouldn't let me. 

I held one of her leg, effectively spreading her legs,and kept pounding missionarily. I wanted to start with the spoon and grab her breasts but she refused. I put arms around her neck and waist and kept pounding. I asked if she was OK and doubled my effort. 

Nothing came out of it so I gave up. When I pulled out she volunteered the doggy. I accepted but then pulled out very soon. I didn't think there was enough friction. 

I asked for a handjob instead. It was decent. But she didn't sit too close and didn't like me molesting her breasts. I went back to full erection again and erupted. She kept going that was a nice touch.

She was surprised that I left her some tips. But still, she didn't smile while showing me out. I sort of like her, a good fuck. She can't get any worse next time. Maybe I could get her to smile. But then there are so man talents.

Motivation!

 I remember that I had a deadline on Feb, the shortest month of the year. I met that. I was so relieved after that. Then I enjoyed binge-watching Netflix for about a month.

It wasn't the end of it but I thought I have a few months of breathing space. Then all of a sudden I got the deadline the same as the tax date. Wow!

I had weeks to do it but I just can't go there. Total mental breakdown. A few times I almost succeeded in clicking on the bookmark and log in.  But I just couldn't do it. 

Time passed. I must finish two weeks before the deadline so everything else can fit into place. That pre-deadline was closer and closer but I still couldn't start. I was still banking on that I somehow click on the bookmark and finish everything overnight and then some. When the day came, I managed, with huge difficulty, to make a response. That's all I could do. And the day was passed.

Since I can't complete everything by the deadline, my next target was just finishing my part before that. I was even worse. The deadline came and passed. I couldn't even finish my part. Will I subject to a big penalty? Hurting others? Time will tell. And it won't take long. But there's hope that it is just done and goes away.

I finally started. How? Candies. I always look at listings of beautiful girls every day. But it's different now than, say, last year. I'm fully vaccinated now. And most adults will be the same if they want it. And I have a lot of spare cash. So I promised myself I can go to see some eye candies after I do my job.

That's quite an effective motivation. I almost clicked on the bookmark a few times. Looking at the sexy listings, and then looking at the bookmark, and then ... Finally, I did it. It took a few days. But it was painless once I started. Because the worst nightmare scenario won't happen. At least it's possible to finish it when nobody can find fault in it.

When it was almost done, my fav girl on the listings turned up who I never met. She posted a few new pictures. I had been looking at her pictures since last year. But this time it's different. My heart was racing. Because it dawned on me that I could just book her and met my dream girl in an hour. 

My heart was flip-flopping whether to see her in an hour or wait till next time. Should I finish everything first? Should I cut my hair and trim myself? I decided not to rush when I haven't done it for a while.

Capturing Euphoria

 I tried pandemic sex and felt that it was a waste of money. Penetration with a facemask on limits the number of things that I would like to do. It's like a kid before a candy jar that is sealed.

And actually, I have less sex drive staying at home all the time, even though I still browse classified all the time. I wonder why. In normal times, I would have craved for women within a week of celibacy. Porn and cam girls will excite me if I let them.

One morning it dawned on me that the most important preparation for sex is digestion. Laying in bed, I felt so good because all my excess food was about to be completely digested. It is such a no-brainer. Maybe I'm not so young anymore. But even when I was younger, I can feel sleepy after a heavy lunch. And I almost never get drunk because I will fall asleep before I get to that state. If I drink a glass of wine at dinner, I cannot work late at night.

The body needs energy and attention to digest food. Food is an obstacle if it's in the body. When the food is completely digested, you are full of energy without any burden on your body. 

That explains that I almost start my sex day in the morning. That's most likely the time I am without food in the stomach. I always feel that a light breakfast suits me and I often skip it. It's the same thing for lunch. If I book somebody I often skip it. I feel so much better eating after sex. If I overdo it, the skipping, I take an apple and I will be like a tiger. It was documented here before.

And I can afford to get the sex over with before starting the day. It's the same as finishing everything in the day and then focus on sex. But then it will be too late to book anybody. It's so silly that many people and agencies don't take bookings in the morning.

So my favorite time is just before lunch. I won't feel anything if I skip breakfast. And by lunchtime, it will be busy. If I eat lunch, I won't have sex immediately and won't have sex when everybody starts getting off work. So the other favorite time is 3 pm, hotel check-in time.

So it happens that testosterone, produced while sleeping, is highest in the morning. And for female hormones, the optimum time is 3 pm. Does this explain that ladies check-in at that time?

So the conclusion is that I eat too much because of staying at home too much. The grocery bill is skyrocketing while the other expenses are plummeting. It's just so easy when you can order at different stores and get them delivered at the door in 2 hours or less. I have time to spare doing the ordering and supervising remotely.

But I don't abuse my guts. I eat the same dinner. But perhaps the food is nicer so I eat more unconsciously. I always have a full range of healthy snacks. It is a sure way to kill the sex drive and save money. But I feel that my belly is getting a little bigger and heavier.

Once I get my sex drive back, the other element is eye candy. So I subscribed to the girl that I was most impressed with. It's so easy now. I remember when I started, having a personal porn website is a big deal. You have to hire professionals to design it and get the payment done. And Chanel looked up to her friends who can show their faces in public and have a website. Nowadays it's Onlyfans, Patreons, and even Instagram, with the combination of cam sites.

Then I need intimacy. It's like being left alone by all others in the world so we can do whatever we wanted. But since I'm alone I don't need a hotel room. I just need to drive somewhere private and park out of the way. But it was more complicated than I thought. You have to park out of sight of homes and businesses so nobody can possibly be calling the cops on you. But you also have to park not so out of the ordinary, like trying to hide from everybody, that somebody will call the cops on you anyway. 

Everywhere have cameras. Mall parking structures may have security checking on you whether you want to steal other cars or jump. An empty corner of shopping malls may have others pulling up near you at any time. So I think private parking like the airport is a better bet, or public places with paid parking like parks or beaches.

So one warm morning when I have digested all the food in my stomach, I checked in my subscriptions to test my theory. It sort of worked. So I drove somewhere that I couldn't be bothered. I put my fully charged tablet on a floor mount with a very stiff gooseneck. Then I say hello to my current favorite girl, her images.

Not so fast. When choosing a parking space, I already had problems with the glare of the sun in my eyes. Now the tablet is very reflective even though I have an infinite amount of degrees of freedom in the orientation of the tablet. In my desperation, I dig up the car cover in the trunk and put it up like a curtain across the headliner. And since I have nothing to fix it I tried putting it over my head. But that defeats the purpose of parking inconspicuously in public with a cover over your head, lol. So I accepted that my tablet can't be in its most glorious state. Maybe next time I need a hood over the screen or a roof.

I left home because there are too many people in the house at times. Now I can close all the car windows and get rid of the headphones, with less sound leaking than earbuds. And I can blast anything and talk whenever I wanted to.

I like dirty talks, who doesn't? But it's hard for me to initiate and therefore reciprocated. I'm a decent person so it's hard to get started. And without practice, it can easily go wrong. Sometimes ladies tested me, whispering into my ears. But I missed it and they thought I am not interested. It wouldn't work anyway if I have to say pardon. Once I was with a girl that I was quite happy with. I showed her my fully erected dick and said, "I'm so big!". I was trying to say I am, or my dick is very happy with her. This amateur actually looked at my dick with a hesitant expression on her face, saying something like I'm not so big after all but absolutely not trying to insult me.

With full intimacy, I showed my girl what I have got, telling her what to show me and what to do. But I don't like private cam shows because it's just too expensive than real-life encounters. With less-private shows, it's hard to control the timing that I needed. Now with her pictures and videos, she is just all smiling whatever I tell her.

I find out that Google Photos has a pretty good interface. You can do a slide show on a mix of pictures and video clips in an album. You can pause and skip each one easily, I think. You can also loop a single video easily.

With eye candies, I like to kiss her, suck everything out of her mouth, and keep her tongue in my mouth. I like to lick and nibble her all over to satisfy my sashimi fetish. This I cannot do on the tablet but I can tell her what I wanted that I otherwise will not do or ask in real life.

Fingering is a common offering but I never enjoy doing that. If I can finger her to orgasm I'm interested but how many can manage that? I don't want to find out. Once a girl listed that she's also open for anal fingering. I kept that in mind. Actually, she was quite hot as a teen girl next door neighbor but just not outstanding. I pushed her lightly to turn over. Then I insert my finger without asking. People say it's not about sex. Yes, I feel so empowering that I can insert my finger into the airtight ass of a pretty teen girl. I was having fun probing like a kid playing doctor. Then she begged me not to go too deep. Of course, I can do that. I didn't know how to end this but I thought of telling her that I'm retreating to the bathroom to clean my hands.

I had a young girl who greeted me by walking into me almost naked, put her arms around my neck, all smiling and kissed away. For amateurs, I feel the tension on the back of my neck. I remember Caroline who made me so high that I have to unzip myself to let my dick out before continuing kissing. My thoughts ran wild.

Did I say eye candies work better for me than Viagra? I touched myself and I was fully erected before fetching my toys. In real life, at this point in time, I would have inserted my cock into someone's mouth or vagina. I had my fleshlight. It's not that I needed to fuck so much. But it feels so good to ease the tension. Being licked and sucked and squeezed feel so good when I keep expanding with no end in sight.

Being detached from a female body isn't at all bad. With a missionary or even doggy, there's so much you can see and do. But now I can still enjoy the show and the talking.

Most of the time, once I get over the initial penetration, I can last forever. But nothing lasts forever. I had to end it one way or the other. I began to thrust intensely.

The longer I lasted, the more I feel that I have to end it sooner by thrusting more intensely so that I am not torturing the girl. Once they are warmed up, I never feel that I'm hurting them physically. Mentally, I don't know, lol. So I believe that they want to enjoy it while it lasts, or get it over with sooner than later, rather than being gentle with it. I like the feeling that they are losing their mind. One girl, the only one I masturbated over her pictures instead of booking her, turned her face to me and started kissing like she was totally on fire and needed it. One girl, Tinkerbell, spread very openly on the edge of the bed when I was pumping her on a standing missionary. Since I wasn't holding her legs but her breasts instead, she had to stand on my hip bones and use her feet to grab my waist to keep in position. And Marget the schoolgirl who refused to get off her horse and rode me intensely to completion. And Chanel, whose big toes crossed and twitched when I was pounding her heavily like a dog. And her miserable expression in the mirror, like a kid being punished without her candies when I was holding her leg up, spooning her in and out with the full length of my cock, while grabbing her left breast with my remaining free hand uncontrollably, expecting her to beg for mercy at any time.

Then I shot profusely into the sheet covering my lower body while shouting any profanity that I can manage. 

Then the same euphoria hit me. It's true that it lowers blood pleasure, with all the physical and emotional benefits. Meanwhile, Milk kept smiling at me, blowing kisses.

I went home very happy and relaxed. My car is still in a mess. But nobody needs the car anyway.

Thanksgiving every day

 All my babies are back. The whole family locked down pretty well for months. Some of them are happy not needing to go out of their room playing games.

Fortunately, family income holds. A bit down but the interest rate is low! I still owe a lot of money but enjoying it while I can, not worrying about how to pay the bills.

Nowadays we can have all our favorite grocery stores delivered. So we have import authentic Japanese noodles and dry sauce instead of unhealthy instant noodles. We have trout that we almost forget. Salmon for substitution if other wild fish isn't available. And jumbo shrimps.

I also converted to induction cooking. Even with the portable ones with limited power, it's very sufficient. I converted because it makes the cookware last longer without a direct flame on the sides. And it's easier to clean. And I'm going all stainless steel.

For meat, we cut down on beef, no other red meat, and all chicken to suit all the family. Also, all kinds of veggies that I can tolerate, tofu, asparagus, beans, eggplant, and other normal organic veggies. We can also have Asian veggies but I don't stir fry that much. I prefer to eat veggies that can be air fried.

And OMG we made our own French bread every morning. I never thought a bread machine can be like a robot without any human input other than throw in the ingredients and press the button. I never thought that a small electric oven can do so well that no grocery stores in USA can do it better. I always wonder how difficult it is to make French bread when all those in the stores are so bad. They don't know what's french bread and they rarely eat it and never liked it. But now they are all converted.

And we have fruit salad without dressing every day when we don't need to rush for preparing dinner. That's how we can make everybody eat organic apples and oranges. Some are too lazy to prepare organic strawberries themselves. Some are too lazy to find organic grapes in the fridge. Nobody is going to skin kiwis themselves. Now it's part of dinner.

As for dessert, we settle for Magnum like stick ice cream. People are lazy and the ice cream is limited. And there are some international frozen deserts. Also frozen fruits like mango that people can mix into other deserts and snacks.

For mental food, I have been binge-watching the Mentalist. After that I discovered Unforgotten. In a way, it's not dissimilar.  The crimes happen all over rural or not so the rural UK. It's like the Mentalist all over California. I haven't been to many places but I did road trips up and down Scotland, England and Wales. The locals are rather appreciative because most people fly to Europe for vacation. A retired guy wanted to show us a funeral procession he filmed in my home country many years ago. A kid tried to warn us about a pretty stream near the town that we walked on, probably about the pollution or waste. I felt sorry for the kid in charge because we had to cancel a boat trip in Glasgow to visit some TV spots because it would take hours. In Wales, an old company executive obviously took an escort or his mistress to dinner at our next table. 

But it was rather short. Then I discovered the prequel to Prime Suspect. She is so beautiful. I wish it was longer. She doesn't have many works after that but I will follow. I actually fancy Buffy but I don't know why I can't watch past the 5-minute mark. I remembered a Russian cam girl who looked like her who was very popular when Buffy was the hot potatoes. I did spend some money on her once, the cam girl.

I also rediscovered the Diary of a call girl. I remember our fellow blogger who I haven't heard of since. I actually watched it many years ago but gave up after a few minutes. The same thing happened again. I don't know why it's difficult to watch. Maybe it's Piper who I don't find attractive. Her bod is a lot better than the other Brits I must admit. Maybe without the shock and the novelty, it has nothing for me.

I could have subscripted to the Brit channel. Surprise surprise, I ended up with New Tricks! Am I getting old now? Basically, it carries on the London that I left. I'm not a Londoner but I remember the good old BT tower and lost around the Soho area around it. Damn, and I picked up a teen at King's Cross! I could have tipped her good and get her number. But I was such a newbie. She ended up telling me the number she lived where I dropped her off. But when I knocked next time it was a tough-looking man like Hell Angels. But he was polite. I visited him again just in case. He opened the door again and wasn't nasty. I was so dumb.

The old guys actually look familiar to me. It's funny and easy to watch. The woman is not bad but it's torture to see her flirt when she looked like a whale and the unusual teeth compared to American standard. I wasn't counting how many seasons I watched. I am taking a break. Maybe I find something else or return. I'm really not into her when there is romance. I'm OK with Mentalist even though she isn't my type by a long shot. She doesn't look like a whale.

I'm also not sure if I am that underachieving. Mortals aim to retire early on 6 figures income. I was doing pretty well. Putting you in a big house and you don't want to struggle much.

Does Biden or Trump really want to be president at that age? Isn't it torturous? I don't think Biden wants it that much considering what happened in the family. Others want him to lead the resistance. And what the heck he had been preparing for it all his life. Trump certainly not, not the 1st time. He's not that rich to leave behind an empire. It's could collapse in one incident like the Maxwells. But people who live their jobs like to keep going instead of sitting at home. That's the problem. Trump can only do it his way, bankrupting the country while enriching himself. He is not capable of doing other ways. And he isn't getting much out of it. 

Clinton has that drive, preparing for an eventual run even before his husband leaves the office. Like Musk, Bezos. He could have sold out many years ago and never work again. But somehow he knows that he can dominate the world that tech companies can't. And he wants to. He is on his way but then comes China. There are not many interesting things on Amazon on Thanksgiving but a lot more fun at Ali Express. If only we do not need to wait for a month or more to get the goods.

I still browse the classified and add to my to-do list when it's safe to do so. It's far off but it's a habit. I also did some cam shows. But surprise surprise, Chanel II became a cam girl on Instagram. How is it possible? She was wearing underwear and used Paypal. If she got a few hundred it will be worth her time. But it's insane when she is so rich, asking for small changes and not going nude.

Goodbye, my favorite spy

Sean died at 90, along with part of my life. It's very likely that his movies are the first that I watched. I used to think that I watched every Bond movie in the cinema, except Doctor No, through Roger Moore and then some, including Sean's unofficial Bond movie, Never say never again.

My dad maybe took me once and I'm sure my big brother took me the rest until I went myself. I blame the bond movies for my lust for women. The movies aren't suitable for children although there was nothing explicit. What's the point of watching all these impossibly beautiful bond girls in minimal costume when I wasn't old enough to date for a long long time to come?

And I have too high an expectation of woman. Good girls hit me left and right but I settle for waiting if they don't capture my attention like the bond girls. So I ended up waiting and waiting, waiting to be successful and rich.

I never thought about it before but the most memorable bond girl to me is the Japanese girl in You only live twice. I was so upset when she died that I didn't even remember who took her place in the second half of the movie. Maybe she has something to do with my personality development.

Sean is simply handsome. He is more of the classic lead in the same class as Humphrey Bogard. I watched Roger before he became Bond so I feel that he is a bit of a comedian rather than humor, relatively speaking.

There is always these talk of quitting despite being paid an absurd amount of money so the franchise can carry on. The reason for quitting is always trying to do something else. First, I doubt a lot of cases. Maybe quitting while the going is still good rather than wait till the bitter end. Maybe failed contract negotiation.

Is this a sign of underachievement? Many people will take it easy when they get to the point that they never have to work again to maintain their comfortable life. Steve Jobs, Bezos, Mark, Musk are the exceptions.

What Steve has anything to prove when iPhones conquered the world? People won't remember him soon and when Apple declines nobody will remember him. Do you even remember Nokia? But in his case, he does have something to fight for, to put down Bill Gates. Steve lost out to Bill in PCs. He lost Apple too but came back to win everything, the most valuable company. People worship Steve but hate Bill.

What else is the driving force? If Steve stays on the stock price of Apple will be stable and rising. But you can't carry money into your grave. His widow and kids have lifetimes of money to spend already.

Musk is an oddball. He really wants to be in the history books.

Bezos seems to be holding steady no matter what others say, wouldn't settle until world domination. He is amazing when I joined Amazon just after it moved on from selling books on a website. Maybe he felt people look down on him not being a tech company and he's not a Silicon Valley founder like the rest. Maybe that drives him.

In Sean's case, he earned enough money over the years, every woman wants him. He's not going to build an empire or enter the history books. Why not quitting as an icon and do something more interesting or enjoy life?

People say that it's hard to get ahead putting you in a big house and a big salary. A beautiful wife and lovely kids make it worse. And this is what companies do to keep people instead of having competitors. 

I had those moments and I don't regret it. You can see the difference when kids growing up with people around them looking up to their dad.

I missed those years but I ain't doing too badly at all. I'm in the same big house. I still manage to have passionate sex with teens with flawless bodies. Those are only safe bets and I have many other interests.

Well, not exactly flawless since I'm not rich. I always think that Kat only did it for the winter break and won't be back after Christmas. I was wrong. She seemed to have big plans but quitted soon after the pandemic started. She is a pretty senior schoolgirl. Totally beautiful in the raw but gorgeous with full makeup on. I always love her smallish tits. I went nuts when she had the tits erection when I licked her. Her only flaw maybe her legs. There's nothing wrong and she is totally proportional all the times I saw her naked. Perhaps when she stands shoulder to shoulder against a model, her legs may look inferior because of the length. But who cares! I never went that far down!

Tits and Activitism

 Tits and Sass look depressing. When it was new it was all that. A wide spectrum of sex workers, intellectual founders, vocal with a purpose. Now there were no new posts for a couple of months. You can blame it on Covid19 but it's not much better last year.

In its hay days, I can see several problems. No pornstars think that they are sex workers. Strippers who are legal shouldn't be counted. It just doesn't fit well together.

The lifespan of a sex worker is short. Countless girls work several weeks, 10K each, to pay off their credit cards and other loans fast. Then they went back to their old life or start a new one. Plenty of girls work a season or two when nobody books them anymore, being forced to retire. For attractive and well educated, they have other options. So how do you find educated editors to pass the baton once a year?

It's the same thing. How can you find enough educated activists to contribute?

In its hay days, legalization was a possibility, at least a path was possible. 4 years of Trump gave us the anti-trafficking laws making public discussion on sex workers an impossibility. You can't control what posters post but you are responsible for it. Even the die-hard activists would have been devastated.

And who is not devastated by the virus? The social distance is negative and you often have to exchange body fluid if only due to DFK. My goto site seems to be business as usual but how bad is business? Very, I suppose. In the best of days, I often don't feel getting my money's worth. For example, her pictures are a bit off, or my cock doesn't burst my zippers. This is worse than aids in limiting what we do.

I happened to know 3 of my ATF's 5 years each. Chanel is the 1st. I met Chanel II and Margaret the schoolgirl about the same time because Margaret hooked us up. They all have the ability to stay top dogs for all the years without offering nasty things that won't last. I don't see how Tits and Sass can support "permanent" staff. My girls have plenty of things to worry about other than being an activist.

Chanel could have married a rich husband. Margaret retired. She moved into a nice apartment and appreciating her simple good life, eating well and working hard at the gym. She never liked herself. I'm so fond of her because of her perfect schoolgirl body. I can overlook her perfect makeup as long as she makes herself beautiful. She seems to like herself after the transformation but I don't fancy her plastic surgeries and the new makeups. She is now more like a full-body stripper on route to be a bodybuilder if she wants to. I miss the old her so much. I didn't think she could last long after retiring but she seems to be doing very well.

Chanel II has a second home on the east coast. Very porsche. The virus doesn't seem to impact her that much. She continued to shop once the malls are reopened. She seems to be busy with her boyfriend and I don't know if she's doing regular business. She's like a catwalk model with long legs. She isn't that beautiful so I don't know how she has been doing well so far. She isn't that bright either. But maybe she is; she fooled me until I found her Instagram. But maybe she is. Her high school classmates go to ivy leagues and she drops out from one of the top colleges. But maybe she isn't because she told me all that. But I worry about her if she spends like that. I'm sure she has a lot of money saved and put to good use. But the obsession worries me when you fuck people for as low as a few hundred. Although if you want to hire somebody expensive that blows the rest away with her wardrobe alone, she will worth every cent.

Mentalist

 As I have told you, my current binge-watch is Mentalist. It is surprisingly easy to watch. I like it even though all the women are not my type.

I feel lucky when I watched the episode with a coroner. He still has the energy to pick fights but in fact, he was dying of some sickness and old age. He was living alone. He could have retired. He had nobody close to ask for help but Jane, asking him to witness him dying so he won't be autopsied. Once Jane agreed to it they just went ahead, didn't need to tell anybody else, didn't need to say goodbye. It was sad.

Maybe he was in my mind or maybe not. Later, for a very brief moment, I thought of the question, "what have I done?" That means for all my life I have no achievement to show for. But only for a brief moment.

My dad is far from rich but I had an easy life. He wanted me to be a doctor but I just gave up the chance early on. Not interested. I always had the answer. I can get by easily. If I want something very badly I will be very disappointed if I don't get it. That is very Buddhist. I'm always the underachiever since elementary school. I have no role model. My dad is successful but he is a blue-collar entrepreneur combination. He wouldn't how to push me if he wanted.

For the prime of my life, I was going places, had a good job that I liked. My family is proud of me. The rest envy me. I regret that I didn't take all the chances to grab the money and power to stay where I was. But being the underachiever that I am, I might have tried harder but it is not my thing. I want to do it differently but probably not by a lot. Just that if I had more money and power I would have been struggling less.

We are holding up quite well. Some work dried up because of the pandemic but other work expanded virtually. Everybody is doing well in prison, unlike somebody who went crazy.

I always say that I am ready to go because I don't have deep regrets and I am not desperate to do anything more. It is just hard to say goodbye to everything. I had a decent life. I always feel bad for kids who get the short straw being born, feeling hungry, no prospect of a better life.

Look at the very successful people like Bezo. People forget Myspace when Facebook comes out. I do have some contribution to civilization that may survive quantum entanglement. And look at what he is fucking. I'm just not interested in her. I would have more joy fucking most of the women I encountered.

And look at the iconic Phoebe Cates. I understand why she wouldn't want to come out more and attend reunions. It is just so demoralizing when we see her now. It's better for her to hide and keep the iconic image forever in our brains.

The 2nd last girl I saw was a blonde version of her in her teens. Perfect in every way. With the help of tasteful makeup. Do I worry about how I looked? No. The goodbye kiss was even convincing. We weren't kissing enough so I sat close to her asking for it without saying or doing anything. I just talked with my eyes, "you are beautiful!". She gave me a big smile, no hesitation to receive my lips, and kiss away until I had enough.

I had an easy life.

Mortality

I told you that I have been fully functional. I didn't see a doctor as far as I can remember. That changed when I went to ER. It was like severe food poisoning when I didn't eat anything, nothing special. I can't be that bad but I felt like passing out any time. And so I went.

Fortunately, it wasn't any big deal. It was basically nothing. But unfortunately, the symptoms overlap with a minor stroke. So I had to do all the tests, from blood, urine to CAT, waiting for hours.

Once out of the hospital, I began to think about my mortality. I do have some underlying conditions that I can choose to ignore or to deal with it for the rest of my life. It seems stupid but I had it since middle school and it never gave me any trouble so far. And if I have to go tomorrow, life will go on for everybody else and that I don't miss anything in particular. I don't even have a bucket list but I can always fill in a few economical ones. Saying goodbye is the hardest.

I thought the IRS finally caught up with me after I had a few month's relaxations. I had a letter that I didn't want to open. I had a request for a document that I didn't think I can find. It's a simple form but I had to turn the garage upside down to find anything.

It turns out that it's a false alarm and I found the doc before it got into the garage.

For pressure relief, I turned to the Mentalist. And now I'm going to enjoy all the seasons with no pressure, and forget about my mortality and the coming of the ER bill.

I thought the Mentalist lasted just one season because it can't be popular. There's no pretty woman. But I enjoyed it and watch every episode on live TV for the 1st season. I think I cut the cord after that.

It surprised me that they lasted for 7 seasons. It may be easier to write than Chuck but still, the mental tricks and the cases can be a bit old after a season or two. We'll see. 

They are not my type but I am attracted to both women in a good way. They guys are likable too. I like that they showcase a CA place often in the middle of nowhere in every episode. I never like the Red John thing but that was the trend.

Old Movies

The  20th anniversary of Bring It On surprised. I feel like I watched it 3 years ago!

I can't imagine what Kirsten feels when she was 18 at the time. But then she had fame and legacy. She wasn't doing too badly. And she is still so young! And she is talking about sequel being co-chair of PTA. Union looks great too if not greater.

It isn't connected but I had the chance to revisit my old porn collection. Nowadays nobody uses backup hard drives anymore so it was gathering dust.

Maybe my taste has changed. Some stars I was addicted to. But I can't bear to watch them again. It is an immediate delete. Some movies I kept just in case. But they excite me. Maybe it's the freshness because I watched at most one or two. But I remember the movies that I didn't like that much in the past.

It's also interesting to feel the progress of technology. Many movies are DVD's before the era of HD. They hang on the Internet for a very long time.

Many movies have a combination of the alternative formats, avi, wmv, mpg and mkv. I remember I had trouble with wmv since I moved away from Windows. And later I had trouble with the new mkv. But now the player just play everything.

Also, the movies are at a combination of alternative resolutions, DVD, HD and FHD. And even PSP versions. I used to have trouble playing FHD but now even the cheapest device can fire them up without hesitation.

Maybe the hardware is better now, not only the speed. I don't remember seeing individual hair on at the pussy that is freshly shaven, with a few red like they were hurt. Maybe, for this reason, I deleted some because I can see flaws in their skin and stretch marks. The FHD ones become more appealing now.

But my favorite is enduring. I don't know how long she started but all she did was DVD's. She played 18 years olds until she retired. And her movies just linger on the Internet even now. I rewatched a few and I got the same reactions! And she is still my favorite for all these years.

Hope is all that matters

I know it's a bit tone-deaf talking about pandemic sex or no sex on the Player's blog. But I remember an original Star Trek episode when Spock and crew were lost in space in the tiny shuttle. They had little fuel left, enough to sustain them for a while. The chance of them being found by the mother ship Enterprise was a needle in a haystack.

Spock surprised the whole crew by dumping all fuel and igniting it. All was logical when the captain spotted them in no time visually.

Looking back, I survived the last financial storm by doing something similar, less logical, and less heroic. I refused to abandon hope and kept going, even refusing 10K because it didn't buy me any hope. It could have backfired. But it kept me from going mental.

I sympathize very much with people who get nothing when they are closed down (with or without govt help). I sympathize with people who vote for a slice of hope in jobs, no matter how bad the candidate actually is, causing unnecessary massive job loss in the first place.

I survived the last one and surviving this one so far. The fact is everybody else is in it so hang on as much as you can and hope for the best. Our income is holding but it can change at any moment. It's not for me to worry.

My high school and college kids are doing well locked up at home. Bribe them with games and food and they are very OK. No way I risk them going to school without a vaccine. Whatever psychological and development damage is all bullshit. What is it worth to risk having a dead kid?

I don't think of myself as a survivalist. But I have a lot of gadgets. The waffle maker is very popular. It's breakfast, snacks, and dinner desert. All I need mostly is flour and the supply is plenty. I convert every ingredient into grams and I can make it fast like fast food. No more buying bulky organic bread and no more preservatives. 

Soda makers are all compatible now, thanks to the pioneer who battled the drink giants. You can now carbonate everything and get the gas without going out. I've been wanting to install a system like restaurants but the supply of gas is not convenient. But I learned that it's a good price to pay, healthy drinks without all the transport cost of transporting water. My heart and stomach like it. It's all that matters as long as it's cheaper than buying bottles of drinks.

Also, I have the best of the class of RO drinking water, all certified components. Taste great on its own or with drinks. My new trick of fast healthy food is to keep cold brew ice tea in the fridge and organic lemon slices in the freezer. And also pure Stevie powder that dissolves in ice water.

As for food, rice, and thin spaghetti as instant noodles. I'm not guilty of ordering prime meat cut and seafood delivered to the door, not anymore. Organics from Ralphs is plenty and a lot more affordable than Whole Foods. 

Induction cooking isn't a game-changer; the cooking is the same. The air fryer is. Now I can make fast healthy food. Not as fast as stir fry but the preparation and cleaning are faster so they are even. Without the use of a big wok, the fryer is a lot easier to clean and maintain. I don't care about recipes. Anything that slows me down is out. Anything that doesn't fit into the frying traying is out. The only trick I have is to brush a lot of oil on top of meat and veg so they don't get dry. Oh, I forget ground pepper. Cheap fat meat is the best because once you fry the hell until the fat is out it's prime meat. Except for organic grape tomato. You don't need to do anything and it's done when the skin burst lightly. Instead of recipes, I discover the good things for air frying. This is one of those. Tastes heavenly with no work.

Back to sex. I just discovered that some wipes I use for endurances are just first-aid numbing med. It's easily available; I just need to dilute to the right concentration with an absorption enhancer like alcohol. The investigation is a bit self-sufficient, unfortunately, LOL. But nothing can stop me from safe pandemic sex if I ever want to do it.

What does the Player do when not ordering women from catalogs?

A plumbing disaster with a happy ending.

I do still look at catalogs every day but there is nothing worth me to go for pandemic sex again. Ladies who I picked will give me an erection by just standing there with few clothes on. Great lovers will burst my pants by just kissing me. The problem is what can I do with them now?

A pair of great legs? I can't lick and watch all of them all the time, can I? I don't think I'm a breast man but the easiest picks are youthful good looking breasts with appetizing nipples. I have something to fall back on when all else fails.

I've been told that some girls pierce their nipples to avoid people motorboating them. Probably true. When I get hold of a nice pair, I will lick and suck the hell out of them, testing their limits gradually. Jordan, whom I hang out with a lot, has a nice pair. All of sudden she showed me her piercing with a chain. I hated her so much that I left her immediately and didn't return her call. 

She scammed me a few times that I didn't mind at all. For all the money that I spent on her including shopping at H&M and dining at Olive Gardens (Also MacDonalds), I am still ahead compared to what she had to offer. She is the one who humbled Chanel in a double. I can't forgive her the day when she agreed to take a shower but deliberately avoid walking on the paper towels I laid down from the bathroom to the bed.

I only touch the plumbing when it's necessary, or when I catch up with everything and there's money in the bank. You will understand why. Once in a blue moon, the criteria were met. The drinking water system is barely working and the extended tax deadline is still months away.

First, the drinking water faucet seems to be leaking. It's the job I most hated, working under and at the back of big deep sinks. 

Second, the shut-off valve to the system is broken and seems to be not fully turned on. To replace it, or any plumbing parts, I have to unscrew it first, which is impossible. Also, it's a non-standard part so I just screwed it on. There's no easy way I can unscrew it without damaging the pipes.

So it's easier to cut off everything and replace the main shut-off valve under the sink. The problem is, that's the first major plumbing job I did because it didn't shut-off completely due to old age. That became the oldest valve in the house when all other valves were gradually replaced with the newer quarter-turn ball valve. I still didn't replace it because there's no more copper pipe to cut. I have to break into the wall.

To ease the pain, I decided to finally get rid of the garbage disposal. I have been wanting to get rid of it for years and years. It looked like a huge screw to me. If I can't unscrew a tiny nut, how can I get rid of it? If it's gone, I have to replace the sink drain as well. I didn't know if the drain is integrated with the sink. Do I have to replace the sink too? 

But of course, it's easier and cost-effective if you replace the whole sink. The problem is, my sink is cemented into the tile worktop. If I hire someone it will be over a grand. And I have to clean up everything first which is a lot of work. I might just as well remodel the whole kitchen. Moving up seems to be not so bad.

Then I discovered that sink drains are standard, replaceable. So the buck stops there.

After the disposal is garbaged, I have to reinstall the drain pipes. I had the chance to replace them with a low profile design to fit in more gadgets under the sink, my original goal to remove the disposal.

So in summary, I have a few known unknowns and unknown unknowns. I ordered everything and picked the ones that I will have meaningful use of the sink when something goes wrong. When the essential things arrived at my door, I started work.

Just as I expected, I couldn't remove the disposal. It seems to me that the neck can be cut off to access the sink drain. You know what? I still waiting at the red lights on the right turn lanes like an idiot. I still turn left at the green, barely avoiding collision and receiving many horns. I brought out the jigsaw to cut off the disposal. I was prepared to buy a new reciprocal saw but the jigsaw worked. It's clumsy and messy. But I did it.

Next, I couldn't unscrew the 4-inch screw of the sink drain of course. I noticed that it's plastic, so I figured out that I can saw it off without sawing into the sink. And I did it with the jigsaw. All the while, I didn't remember there is a thing called an oscillator tool and I had it in the garage. It's a lot easier and cleaner if I remembered.

After replacing the drain, it's the pipes so I can use the sinks and everything else. I picked a flexible one-piece design for twin sinks so I have the sinks operational at once. That's the first mistake. It's foreign-made that is not completely compatible with what the US plumbers do here. The listing is simply wrong. I only ordered it because the only alternative will take a few days to arrive.

It surprised me that the better drainpipe system is available in Homedepot, but not the one closest to me. Without the use of the sinks I can't cook and I can't eat without outside help. So I risk the deadly virus to venture outside and into the store with my $50 mask.

But it didn't seem to work for all my troubles. The main drain pipe is at the corner instead of the middle so the whole setup will be asymmetrical if it ever works. The flexible pipes were either too short or too long for the sinks. After some trial and error, I concluded that I have to go to the stores again to get some pipes. Before that, with one accidental twist, the flexible pipes exhibited themselves beautifully like two strands of DNA crossed with each other in the middle under the sink.

Cutting off the old main valve was next. That was the moment when I remembered that I had an oscillator tool and what it's for. It surprised me that I used it so many times, more than any other saws combined. There's no way I can use any saws to cut the pipes almost flush with the wall.

The cut was a bit raw but I had high hopes on Sharkbites. So I pushed the valve a little bit into the wall and prayed that it bit. When I turned on the outside main supply again, water gushed out fiercely. All I could do was giving myself one more attempt before giving up. I couldn't do anything simple because the pipe was inside the wall except for a few mm.

So I knocked a bit off the drywall so the valve wasn't obstructed. And I pushed. This time around, it seemed to work. It wasn't even leaking so far. I do have to seal off the wall again but that's for another day. The most dangerous moment had passed. Nothing can stop me now. The new valve connects to the dishwasher and the new reverse osmosis system valve flawlessly. Why I needed all those is another story.

The real work began removing the faucet. Although the screw is tiny, it's still impossible to unscrew it. I don't believe in sprays. If it even works it will probably take hours and days that I don't have. Although tiny, I couldn't use any ordinary wrench behind the sink.

I search the Internet for new tools for the job but there isn't any. I rarely used my sink wrench since I installed the faucet. So, fortunately, it was cataloged and I could find it in the garbage. 

It didn't work or I have no stomach for it. Not again when I remembered the pain last time. I was only screwing it on, not off. 

So I searched Youtube for inspiration. A guy cut off the whole faucet from the top with a grinder. But his faucet seemed a bit flimsy when mine seems to be a piece of solid metal. I can always have a go with my oscillator tool. I remembered that I got a powerful blade that can cut everything but the blade on the tool seemed to be rusting. I don't know. I won't be able to find anything if it's not in the database. So I hope the blade is the best I've got and it works.

Initially, the blade grinds in gradually. There was metal dust but it wasn't anything like a saw. It seemed to be going nowhere in the middle of the faucet. Just when I prepared to go to the shops to get the best blade I can, the blade went through a lot quicker once it passed the middle of the faucet with the greatest diameter. Another job was done great, annoying the whole house for an hour on and off.

Everything works. The last job was to connect the dishwasher air gap to the inlet at the drain pipes. To my horror, it was the same hose that connected to the disposal. I cut off the hose too when I cut off the disposal. The hose was in the way. There is more. When I tried to remove the broken hose, I pulled too hard and the plastic air-gap snapped and fell down. If only removing anything else is that easy.

Luckily, I was to replace the air-gap, which is arriving in a few days. This is the only model with an extra air-gap for the faucet. My faucet has one because that is only allowed in my state. I don't use it because it's very noisy. It's very annoying like people clearing their throats loudly at random times. The bigger air gap will be less noisy and easier to install.

One more thing. If I know better, I would have ordered a faucet with plastic nuts that can be unscrewed at the top. My faucet is the same old design but I have nothing to worry about for the next decade. The dishwasher air-gap already is.

Despite everywhere is wet under the sink, I only have a hole unfilled on the sink. And I cannot use the dishwasher. That's a happy ending. But after I warned everybody about the hole, it dawned on me that I have the new technology called clear duct tape, previously known as repair tape. The big hole is covered at an instant, completely waterproof too. As for the dishwasher, I can always bring the hose to the sink when I use it. The air-gap is coming tomorrow and I already have the new hose to go with it.

Time to replace the filters when there is money in the bank. There are a lot more choices now but the brands I used are still in business, the best. The filter replacements are way overdue. The membrane is due too. The tank may last longer but I have to repressurize it at least. I needed a clear housing for the sediment filter so I will have more incentive to change filters on time. But I have to buy the whole bundle for the best. So, inadvertently, I replaced the whole system from the valve to the faucet in one stroke except for the tubes. It's more expensive than a typical system but I have the best.

What have I done? But it's too late now. The orders are placed.

I wonder how many will be interested in my plumbing adventure. If you so desire, I will update when my dishwasher air-gap arrives and the whole reverse osmosis system.

But then I like to see the same girl, or the same type, doing the same things that I most enjoy, with the same equipment that I have.

Life is an aggregate of experience, which continually surprises us - Ron Carlson

When I saw Kat the 2nd time, her makeup is totally different but I liked a lot more. It's a pretty model vs a cute teen. Both are heavy in the sense that every flaw was covered up to look perfect. There's nothing wrong with her 3D outline.

When I licked on her youthful nipples they got an erection. When I fucked her good with a full erection, she screamed OMG! When I tried to kiss her goodbye she gave me a lingering kiss. I had to rinse and repeat. But when I saw her the 3rd time she revered to the girl I met the first time. I didn't even try to kiss her goodbye. I think they are different persons.