When I was a lot younger, I moved to Texas with a friend. We made the long haul one night. I stayed there at his place and worked with him at the factory where he worked for a while. Later, I decided to try the big city life. So I made the venture to Dallas, TX. I found a job at a motel as a desk clerk.
It was a pretty seedy run down motel, and at night it was rather scary. I did meet some very interesting characters there, though. This is a story about one of those people. It was a fairly quiet night, and this older lady was checking in. She was nice looking and was in her in late 40's or early 50's.
She smiled brightly at me as I checked her in. She left and came back a little later. She asked me if I smoked weed? I said yeah, sometimes I would do it with my friends. She asked me what time I got off work, and I told her at 11 p.m. "You know my room number" she said to me. "Why don't you come and see me when you get off work". she added.
I told her "that sounded good". At 11 I left the front desk and ventured towards her room. I knocked on the door and she told me to come on in. I entered her room. She was in the bathroom. "Can you roll a joint?" she asked.
"Sure, no problem" I replied. She yelled to me where all the stuff was located and I twisted one up. A few moments later she came out of the bathroom with just a towel around her.
She sat on the bed, and I sat next to her. We lit it up and smoked it. When we were finished, she started talking to me. "My name is Gypsy" she told me. "I work as a topless dancer and am traveling doing shows in different cities" she continued. We were both pretty buzzed by now. I began looking at her really close, and could see how fine her body was beneath the wet towel.
