As I said, I woke up Friday morning tired and in a very bad mood. I felt trapped. I was dying to just get out of the brothel.
That morning, as I pulled out of the parking lot of Bellaâ€™s Espresso House (where I had taken to eating breakfast), I glanced up the open, traffic-free highway 93. The open road â€“ and it led to someone I knew and wanted to see.
It took all my willpower to turn left and back to the brothel instead of continuing on. But I did. And I planned.
After I got permission to leave, I was estatic. The money would have to be hashed out the following week since Shaunia wasnâ€™t there to close my books. I did one final lineup and got picked by a couple. I actually saw them and had a nice time, though it wasnâ€™t very hot (IMO). I was so happy at getting to go that I did not care about yanking on them for more money since there was two of them or worrying about my lack of bisexuality.
Packing was harder than I thought since my possessions had increased in the short time Iâ€™d been there. But I finally got my car loaded and said good-bye.
As I left, I heard one girl complaining about guys who wanted everything for $100 and she was sick of it. Was this a hint of rebellion? Was my bad attitude affecting others? Was she just saying this and really going ahead and bending anyway? I have no idea and didnâ€™t stick around to find out.
I hit the open road and started feeling good. I havenâ€™t begun to process anything yet or think my final thoughts on the matter. Iâ€™m still on vacation and wonâ€™t be back home till the end of the week. Iâ€™m fine with that. Iâ€™m having a nice, quiet time where I am.
Iâ€™m sure thereâ€™s more to say and Iâ€™ll think of it later. Right now, Iâ€™m not going to worry. Itâ€™s done.