Marina Water Taxi Saturday morning, pretty red dress with your girlfriends M4W (LA)
You sat across from me and flirted whenever your gf's were turned around looking out the windows. Thanks, you made my morning. Love to meet you again. Ice Cream? Coffee?
Tom
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R U the guy with the black slacks and dress shirt?
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That would be me - I just wanted to say hi. Tell you the truth a lot of these ads creep me out.
Tom
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Me 2 - so what, do you live down here? my gf's and I came down from the valley
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Little place right off the beach. Just a studio, for working
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O - what do you do ?
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computer stuff mostly. how about you?
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work in a dress shop - it's awful (giggles) my name is tara, BTW
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well, tara, if you're coming down again let me know - I'll take you out for ice cream
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where?
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right on the beach there's a little place called Dana's - friend of mine owns it, and they have good ice cream
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K I love ice cream - ill remember
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hey are you still there?
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sure, why
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i was thinking about coming down this weekend
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OK - still feel like ice cream?
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yes
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meet me at Dana's
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So I sat across the table from her and we talked for hours. She told me how bad it was to work in a dress shop and I smiled and told her she didn't know what awful was yet. She said she was 22 and she had a good idea. When I asked her where she got her ideas she just got a sad look in her eyes, so maybe (I thought to myself) she'd really had a tough life despite her youth. In the end she came home with me and we spent more time talking; after a while she slipped out of her cute little dress and we made quiet love, the slider open and the sound of the ocean barely audible. She cried a little, then stretched herself along my body and molded herselt against me.
Later she whispered that she had to go to the bathroom and I watched her against the glow from the nitelights I'd left on for her. My eyes closed and I heard her padding back towards the bed. I'll never know why I opened my eyes and looked up at her - I could just barely see the sad look in her eyes and I wondered what I could do. I caught the flash of the knife out of my peripheral vision and rolled sideways against her as she stabbed down, burying the tip of the blade in the headboard, far enough that she couldn't pull it out and strike again. Thank god she was neither large nor strong, for I was easily able to subdue her. I reached to the phone and hit the 911 autodial while she began to keen and wail like a wounded animal struggling to get free.
She left in the back seat of the sheriff's cruiser - apparently she had escaped from a mental hospital. They told me how lucky I was.
I never saw her again after that. You know those creepy feelings still come up whenever I turn to the personals.
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Now that's taken twist to a new level! Unsettling, but also sad. Who were the girlfriends, we wonder??
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