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 Bella’s Espresso House (where I had taken to eating breakfast), I glanced up the open, traffic-free highway 93. The open road – 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 wasn’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 wasn’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 I’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 didn’t stick around to find out.
I hit the open road and started feeling good. I haven’t begun to process anything yet or think my final thoughts on the matter. I’m still on vacation and won’t be back home till the end of the week. I’m fine with that. I’m having a nice, quiet time where I am.
I’m sure there’s more to say and I’ll think of it later. Right now, I’m not going to worry. It’s done.