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A Review of the Maglite ML25LT LED Flashlight

Just for the record, I do not own the featured image on this page. Rather it is property of Mag Instrument, Inc.

Similarly to December of 2019 (but not as bad), money was tight again for February of 2020.

I wasn’t able to get out much or splurge much either.

However, a family member owed me $10.

Since all my other expenses were paid, I could get some groceries and something small for myself with that $10.

So on February 27, 2020, I went shopping at the Wal*Mart in East Houma, Louisiana.

As I always do, I checked out the flashlight section. It was there that I saw several quality flashlights on clearance.

One of them was a Maglite ML25LT LED flashlight going for $5.00 marked down from ~$20! I knew I couldn’t pass that up, since, almost three years prior, I had owned the incandescent version of it and it performs very well.

And it is that flashlight that this piece will be a review thereof.

I guess because of the increasing amount of crime of which our society is unfortunately subject to, Wal*Mart keeps even their flashlights under lock and key. So, to purchase this flashlight, I had to get an associate to unlock the glass case. I had to talk to several people and wait several more minutes to get that done, but finally, someone unlocked the glass.

After I selected the flashlight I had my eyes on, I walked to the grocery section and bought a few snacks.

The line to check out was agonizingly long, but then I finally checked out.

My total was just under $10 and I was happy.

Then, upon exiting Wal*Mart, the customers in front of me who had an extremely large order were checked by a doorman upon exiting and I thought I would be as well so I waited behind them, only to be told they didn’t need to check my purchases.

Talk about a waste of my time.

If Wal*Mart keeps up with these practices, no matter how necessary, it will begin to lose customers.

I get that these practices are in place in response to the ever-increasing amount of crime our society is subjected to, but the good are suffering for the bad.

Anyway, let me get off my soapbox because my preaching of morality probably does no good.

Now let’s talk about the flashlight I bought:

So when I got home, I unpacked it and installed two sparingly used Alkaline C batteries. Immediately, I was impressed by the brightness!

Days later, I discovered that mine is an updated version of the original ML25LT because it has two power settings whereas the original only had one.

To turn the flashlight on, turn the head counter-clockwise and turn until you have the beam pattern of your desire be it to spot or flood or something in between.

At the most optimum level of focus, the ML25LT is rated to have a beam distance of 337 Meters or ~1,105 Feet. This rating is believable as I will explain so in a bit.

On High Mode, it is rated to have a Light Output of 192 Lumens, which is also believable and it seems brighter than that, though I don’t have access to light measuring instruments.

The Peak Beam Intensity is rated at 28,474 Candelas, which is maybe why it seems to be brighter than 192 Lumens-there is quite a difference between Lumens and Candela/Candlepower, don’t be fooled!

It is rated to survive the impact of a 1 Meter fall onto concrete, which knowing Maglite, it can probably sustain much worse than that and still function perfectly! I’ve read stories of Maglites withstanding far worse abuse and still working, Mr. Maglica probably gives such a humble rating for CYB purposes.

It has a Water Resistance rating of IPX4, which means it is immune to splashing water from any direction (like commuting on foot at night in the rain.) Again, Tony Maglica probably agreed to that rating for CYB purposes because I’ve read testimonials of Maglite being immersed in deep water for months to years and still working. But don’t try and test the limits.

At High Power, it has a runtime of 7 Hours on two fresh Alkaline C sized batteries and at Low Power, it has a run time of 72 Hours on the same power source. Those specifications are pretty gosh durn generous if you ask me!

While I did buy this on impulse, I do find myself carrying it in my backpack for two reasons:
It is far lighter and more compact than my Bushnell T750L, which was weighing down and probably would eventually damage my backpack.
AND
While not as bright as that Bushnell, it is still bright enough for the purpose I was ultimately using the Bushnell, which was night time commuting on foot.

In December of 2019 when I purchased my Bushnell I was not attending church, but about two weeks later I found another church and I love it there. One of my evening foot commutes is for a weekly Bible Study. In the dead of winter, it is dark both going to the evening church service and returning, however, in the very late winter, spring and summer it is only dark for the return commute. I also sometimes make groceries or buy a small meal at night and I go on foot to save gasoline.

When the beam is set to focus, the downrange light foes very far and maybe even further than the rated 337 Meters or 1,105 Feet, of course, I’m just eyeballing it. And I can lower the power level by turning it off then quickly back on if I think the brightness will disturb neighbors or motorists I encounter while walking around at night.

There had been some talk floating around for years that Maglite was late in the game as for coming out with high powered, high quality LED flashlights, but now I think they are finally catching up. While they may not be a bright as their fellow American SureFire, they may be on par with the high-quality Chinese lights such as NiteCore.

Tony Maglica will be turning 90 years old this year (2020 at the time of writing this) if he hasn’t already, so I only wonder how much longer will he stay at the reins of Mag Instrument?

I hope whoever takes his place will have the same commitment to top quality and American-based manufacturing!

My main EDC flashlight which I have on my person almost constantly is a Streamlight JR LED. This Maglite ML25LT does seem brighter and depending on how you look at it, it is. While the Streamlight JR puts out a whopping 225 Lumens, the Peak Beam Intensity is only 2,700 Candela and the Beam Distance is only 104 Meters or ~341 Feet. Did I not say there was a difference between Lumens and Candela/Candlepower? I will still probably carry my Streamlight JR no matter what, but while I’m commuting on foot at night, I would like something more powerful, hence the Maglite ML25LT. The Bushnell was also good, but too bulky.

All in all most of the time and especially this time, Maglite is a tried and true winner!

I give this product a 5 out of 5 stars!

This, therefore, concludes my review of the Maglite ML25LT LED flashlight.

I hope, you, the reader, have been informed and maybe a little entertained.

Thank you for taking the time to read my review and may God richly bless you!

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#PurpleForAutumn

Yes, I launched my blog on October 6, 2016, exactly one month following the very untimely death of another aspiring writer.

Today, March 2, 2020, would have been the seventeenth birthday of that fellow aspiring writer.

She was an amazing person named Autumn Elizabeth Fuller, who was my ex-wife’s niece and, at the time, my niece by marriage.

It wasn’t until her funeral service that I found how exactly how much she wanted to be a writer and I was very touched because I knew that I had at least some influence on that writing career choice of hers.

She knew I was also an aspiring writer and would sometimes casually tell me about the names of her characters along with some of the plots in her stories and I would try my best to encourage her. Also, I would tell her about the stories I wrote that were age-appropriate for her. I remember how excited she would get when told her those stories.

I think she truly enjoyed our talks about writing, but as I’ve said before, I didn’t realize how much she wanted to be a writer until I attended her funeral and heard those eulogizing her.  I did, however, control the sound system in back of the church.

In the days and weeks following her funeral, I felt ridden with guilt that here was someone who wanted to actually pursue a real career in writing and with the right training and practice had plenty of potentials then her life is tragically cut short. And yet here I am still alive but living on a pension and writing some, but just showing a few friends and not making any real use of my talent. That guilt I felt was the catalyst for me to decide to launch my blog. As I’ve stated before, I did so exactly one month after her very untimely death.

I did indeed launch this blog and I do contribute to it on the regular. I do have quite a few subscribers but I would like to make more of a difference.  I wish I could be a published author without losing my pension and therefore my medical coverage.

What really amazed me about all of this is that she was born in 2003, the same year I had first tried my hand at writing.

I don’t think she ever read my Original Stories from 2003 because Expage was taken down and I don’t recall ever telling them to her, but looking back, maybe I should have. Maybe she could have been inspired to write similar and provided many wonderful things for her peers like I did. But then again, she was thirteen when she passed and I was sixteen when I started writing, so maybe our maturity levels were different then again maybe not.

While I am no longer part of that family, mostly due to irreconcilable differences and the fact that my now ex-wife and I came from two completely different cultures forever at odds with one another. I, however, wish them no ill.  And I even find myself praying for them, now!

I wish that Autumn would have lived and gone on to be much more successful than I.

She definitely had the potential to.

I don’t know the mind of God especially on how He decides who should live and who should die, but more than ever, I need to share my talent with the world, any which way I am able to.

In conclusion, I want to wish Autumn a Happily Heavenly Birthday!

That is all for now.

Thank you for reading!

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Ideas for Dating on a Budget

Valentine’s Day came and went and I had no one. However, I have had significant others in the past and I derived some of these ideas from previous relationships.

I also was suffering a considerable amount of writer’s block, for over a week, but now it appears to have left me.

Therefore, I’ve been inspired to write a piece about Ideas for Dating on a Budget.

Being disabled and living on a pension gives me a sharp edge of expertise on this very subject and I hope it will give inspiration and be a source of hope and happiness to all who are struggling financially.

This piece will contain a list of ideas for you to have fun while getting to know someone of your romantic interest and yet not draining your bank account or tying up too much of your credit line.

I will say that if someone only wants you for just your money and not your heart, then try to make yourself a better person, which ultimately can only be done through The Blood of Christ. All that money can be taken away quickly but it is very difficult to ruin a good heart!

If you are seeing someone and that person likes you because of your heart, then congratulations, this piece will be of great benefit.

I will say that if more people were attracted to hearts instead of finances, social statuses and even to some degree appearances, then this wretched world would be far less wretched!

Here are a few of my ideas:

For any given weeknight or a Sunday night watch and discuss the late local news together. This will give you and your partner a chance to know each others’ position on a number of issues and concern and it may help you or your partner form a position and be better informed in general. While doing so, both of you can eat a Hunt’s Snack Pack pudding of your choice. I mean a pack of four cups usually sells for ~$1+tax or just $1 if on SNAP. I know I frequently poke fun at The Ruble, I mean, The Dollar General, but this is a wonderful place to stock up on the aforementioned pudding and other similar snacks such as Vanilla Wafers (which go great with pudding) or Chips and Salsa. Since it is local news, there is no need for cable subscription although you will need a digital-ready television or a converter box for that older television set. You will also need a decent antenna. You can usually get a good enough and sometimes even a digital-ready television set for under $10 at Good Will and a wall-mounted indoor antenna can be had at again, The Dollar General or even cheaper on eBay.

For a Saturday lunch, let me caution you that this has a little bit of prep work, but: Go to Wal Mart and buy a loaf of Great Value sliced white bread an eight-piece fried chicken meal, the condiment of your choice, though I highly recommend Sandwich Spread and a small jar of pickles. Invest in a decent thermal mug for you and your significant other, if you are careful you can get each one at Five Below, but make sure it isn’t lacking any parts before buying. Also, buy the 2 Liter Sam’s Choice Soft Drink of yours or your significant others’ fancy. You can get the disposable utensils for free from the deli in larger Wal Marts. Then walk or drive to your nearest park, find a picnic table or spread out a blanket in a nice place to sit. Debone the chicken thoroughly and I mean make durn sure all the bones are out! Place it on two slices of bread, add the pickles and spread the condiment with the utensils you picked up from the deli. Then pour your soft drinks into a thermal mug and voila, you have several chicken sandwiches and drinks. Minus the thermal mugs this meal can be had for under $10! Sit and eat together then maybe cuddle on the blanket and look up at the sky while talking! If there are children nearby, some parents might get angry at public displays of affection, so just be mindful.

If there is a Circle K near you and it has a place to sit, another thrifty date idea would be to each get a microwaveable sandwich or biscuit or burrito which starts at $1.99+tax. The Jalapeno Cheeseburgers sold there are one of my favorites. But here’s the best part a Polar Pop Fountain drink of any size and some sizes are close to a Liter only costs 79 Cents+tax! Some Circle K stores have a dining counter and some have a picnic table outside and they are usually open around the clock. This is especially great if you and your bae are out late at night and hungry or thirsty. Be a little careful with public displays of affection while there because some of the workers may think it’s sweet, but others might be irritated by it.

For weekday mornings if both of you are available, an excellent idea is to go thrifting. Some of these thrift stores sell an article of clothing for 25 Cents! Yes, you read that right! You and your bae could potentially get an entire wardrobe for next to nothing! And while you and your bae are at it, choose clothes that make you highly attracted to each other, but as a Christian, I must add, please keep it modest. There are also some useful household and entertainment items that can be had sometimes for about 5%-10% of what they cost brand new at retail price. Many times these items are still in mint condition. And if thrifting in and of itself isn’t incentivized enough for you, just know that many times your money pays workers who are disabled and gives them a purpose!

For a stormy day, a decent idea would be to stay at one of your places and read together. Guys’ you should drive to your lady’s place instead of having her drive and put her in danger. You and your bae could even cuddle while reading. And I would be even more thrilled if you and your bae decided to read some of the stories I have written, but be cautious some of my fiction work can put the readers in the mood for intimacy, and as a Christian, I must state clearly that intimacy should only occur within wedlock. With that being said, I know very well that we are in a wretched fallen world and many times the flesh’s desires overpower the spirit’s desires. However, if intimacy occurs out of wedlock, the wedlock ought to follow!

For a Friday night date or a payday evening date first, take your bae to either Wendy’s or Taco Bell. There are several cheap and delicious meal deals that can be had here. If your bae likes Pepsi, Taco Bell. If your bae likes Coke, Wendy’s. Might I add there are some awesome Creme Sodas at Wendy’s! Although after eating at the establishments you and your bae might be embarrassed to be around each other. That’s why both of you go shopping immediately afterward, maybe get each other something small but nice and personable at Target or Wal Mart or even Academy. And while shopping for gifts for your bae, make use of the restroom facilities to purge all of that unpleasantness. If the night is still young then maybe go out for a drive and spend a few hours talking or listening to music or both!

This would be a great daytime outing any day of the week if you and your bae are near a navigable waterway: both of you could go for a walk along that said waterway and watch boats and barges pass by. Now I myself would love to have my scanner on and listen so I know when a vessel would be coming. However, the language that the maritime workers use over the radio even though they are legally not supposed to is filthy and highly offensive. So I would not turn my scanner on in that situation. Any young lady whom I would date, I would have a vast amount of reverence for her and therefore I would certainly not use filthy language in her presence nor would I want to expose her to it, but that is just me. I don’t curse in the presence of ladies, period no ifs ands or buts. The only times I find myself slipping up with bad language is if I am by myself or around worldly men. However, I noticed that even some worldly men clean up their language when talking to me! Anyway, this would be a cheap form of exercise and entertainment. There are usually parks or at least walking paths near most waterways.

And that’s all I can think of at the moment, but if others come to mind I will update this piece.

Furthermore, if you and your bae ever get married and/or if your financial situation ever improves, still do these every at least now and then. Not only will it be a budget-friendly getaway but it will also bring back very fond and pleasant memories!

These are very good ideas and if anyone were to turn his or her nose up to all of them, then they aren’t worth dating.

However, if someone would jump at the opportunity to spend time with you, these are very good ideas and you need to marry that person anyway!

That’s all I have. I hope you, the reader, have been well informed.

Thank you for reading. And yes, my writer’s block is gone for now!

Praise God!

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A Review of the Casio DataBank CA53W-1 Wristwatch

For the record, I do not own the featured image on this page, it is property of Casio America, Inc.

I have been fascinated by calculators since infancy.

I am also pretty adamant about wearing a wristwatch, especially one that is accurate.

So, you, the reader, are probably not shocked that I own a wristwatch with a built-in calculator.

I first bought a knock off calculator wristwatch in early 2015, but it didn’t last.

Then in, January of 2019, I bought another one, a Casio Databank CA53W-1, of which I still have over a year later.

This piece will be a review of that said watch.

First of all, let’s go back to January 2019.

I was going out for a night time drive. I drove all the way to the Gulf Coast in Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana.

There is something about cruising those roads in lower Terrebonne Parish that I find good for my soul.

I drove State Highway 56 all the way to its terminus at the Gulf of Mexico in Cocodrie, Louisiana.

Then I turned around and started up Highway 56 again, but turned onto State Highway 57 and drove it all along the lower parts of Bayou Grand Calliou.

Highway 57, especially in the lower parts of Terrebonne Parish is very curvy like a beautiful woman!

I stopped at a convenience store well below Dulac, Louisiana for a bottle of Starbucks Coffee and a Mister Goodbar, which was a frequent snack for me. Well, my peanut allergy has gotten worse, so I no longer eat Mister Goodbar or any other peanut product and I miss them terribly. However, I don’t like breaking out in eczema or any other adverse reactions that will result from me eating peanuts. One other family member of mine has had a peanut allergy since the age of two, but I gradually developed a peanut allergy in my late teens to early twenties but it didn’t get that bad until my early thirties. Peanuts used to be one of my favorite foods and I miss eating them.

…Anyway…

After getting the snack and coffee, I drove Highway 57 all the way to Houma. I wanted to do a little shopping because I had some extra cash on me. First I stopped at a truck plaza but didn’t find anything worthwhile.

Then I went looking around at the Wal Mart on Highway 57 AKA Grand Calliou Road.

I looked around at the sporting goods, then the men’s clothing then finally the jewelry.

I was looking at watches in particular.

There were three watches I previously had in rotation.

My Casio G-Shock DW-5600E which was starting to go on the blink.

My Victorinox Original whose nylon band was tearing.

AND

The Wenger that I only wear on special or formal occasions.

There, I saw a Casio wristwatch with a built-in calculator for ~$20.

I’ve owned several Casios prior to that, and I will say that they are more accurate than the Swiss models I’ve owned and they are built well.

So, without much thought, I purchased it then went home.

As soon as I was home I set it up and synchronized it with the Atomic Clock.

I would end up wearing it for most of the year 2019 and extremely early 2020.

In addition to telling the time quite accurately, it features:
An 8 Digit Calculator with the four arithmetic functions.
A Stop Watch-this came in handy when timing the four-minute intervals to flip my pieces of chicken when frying them.
A Calendar-In case I forget the day of the week or date of the month.
An Alarm Clock-I sleep to heavily to hear it but I suppose I could use it as a reminder to take medication.
An Optional Hourly Chime-Great to know when a new hour is upon me.
A Secondary Time Zone-I set it to UTC because of my amateur radio hobby.

Even though I bought this watch because it has a calculator, I rarely used that feature. This is mainly because the buttons are too small for my fingers. Also, I regularly EDC a calculator anyway. I wore it because it was accurate and to show off my fondness for calculators. It was as if I was making a statement!

Aside from the buttons being a bit small and hard to press, my only other complaint about it is it has no backlight. But maybe that is to make the battery last longer.

It also is not waterproof aside from maybe a little rain, but this isn’t the type of watch one would want to take swimming or diving anyway.

However, for light home or indoor work use, it is perfect!

I wore it until January of 2020 when I bought my second G-Shock, a G100-9CM, which I currently wear.

However, I may still wear this one, especially if I want my inner nerd to come out!

All in all, I give this product a 4.25 out of 5 stars because of the lack of a backlight and difficulty to press the buttons. But the timekeeping is very accurate and makes up for what it lacks.

I guess this, therefore, concludes my review of the Casio DataBaank CA53W-1 wristwatch.

I hope you, the reader, have been informed and maybe even entertained.

Thank you for reading!

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I am a Self-Taught Computer Technician

I’ve mentioned it before, but in case you, the reader, didn’t already know, I am a self taught computer technician.

I taught myself how to fix computers initially out of necessity, but now soup up old computers as a hobby.

My fascination with computers can be traced back to the late 1980s when I was a toddler.

The first time I ever saw a computer was either in late 1988 or some time in 1989 when I was shopping with my parents at the Sears in Southland Mall (which is located in Bayou Cane/Houma, Louisiana.)

It wasn’t until I was seven years old that I had found out that there was such a thing as home computers.

Some of my classmates had them, but my family didn’t.

We briefly had a home computer in the Summer of 1998 but didn’t permanently have one until the Summer of 2000.

The model my parents purchased as a family computer, looking back was pretty pathetic, even for the late 1990s and early 2000s.

I don’t remember the exact model number, but it was a Gateway Essential

The specs were:
15 GB Hard Drive (later upgraded to 20 GB.)
64 MB of Ram (later upgraded to 192 MB.)
566 MHz Intel Celeron Processor.
DVD ROM Drive (a CD-RW drive was later added.)
56K Dial-Up PCI Slot Modem (an Ethernet card was later added.)
Only 2 USB Ports
PS/2 Keyboard and Mouse Ports
AND
If I remember correctly the graphics (VGA 600X800 at best), sound and game adapter cards were all part of the mother board.
And if those specs were not cruddy enough, it ran Windows 98 Second Edition.

We made due with this computer from July of 2000 until some time in 2008.

Let me say that I didn’t have a car until the Summer of 2006, and was basically home unless at a school function, so my social life, my reading, my writing, my entertainment and my research were all done on this computer. I used it probably more than any other family member.

We didn’t have adequate virus protection and starting in 2003, began subscribing to cable broadband Internet so, this machine was frequently crashing.

When it did, I would fix it. My parents are fiscally conservative, especially when it comes to technology, if you haven’t figured that out already.

They are also pretty ignorant with technology, so I took it upon myself to fix it.

At first, it was with Gateway Technical Support over the phone, where they would walk me through reformatting the computer.

After doing it enough times, I was able to do it without help from tech support.

This was the beginning of me becoming a self-taught computer technician. I mean my source of many good things in my life was dependent on it.

So it is quite possible that had my parents owned a better computer, I may not have needed to teach myself how to fix computers.

I had known about Linux since 2001, while reading about it in a computer magazine in my school library.

I didn’t actually try it until 2005 when a friend gave me a live boot-able copy of Ham Shack Linux, which I would run on that said machine.

The ease and efficiency of Linux definitely caught my interest back then.

There was no need for hardware drivers everything was plug and play.

There was also no need for virus protection!

This also began my hate relationship with Windows that continues to this very day!

In December of 2005 I had purchased a gently used, but ten year old IBM Think Pad 365E, mostly for writing my stories but also for playing old games. I modified it to run MS-DOS 6.22. Had I known about FreeDOS, I would have loaded it on there.

From the help of a computer professor over the phone, I learned how to make partitions and modify boot sequences in the BIOS memory. This was in March of 2006 or so.

I had that laptop until December of 2006 and I wish I could have kept it.

Also around 2005 and 2006, I began to teach myself how to build computers and mix and match parts.

One of these days I am going to build one from scratch.

But in late December of 2006, I purchased a Compaq/HP Laptop which ran Windows XP Media Center Edition and could be upgraded to Windows Vista.

This is the machine that I discovered WiFi on.

However, it could only do 802.11 a and b.

Then it killed on me in 2008. My family’s Gateway also finally killed on us around this time as well.

My Mom bought a Hewlett Packard in early 2009, which ran Windows 7 and was a good machine until it became bogged down with viruses.

Early in 2009, I had purchased an Asus Eee PC 900A netbook.

It has some decent specs for its size and price:
WiFi built in 802.11 b and g.
1.3 Megapixel WebCam
8 GB solid state drive.
1 GB RAM.
USB and Ethernet ports.

I would have it until 2016 and it was one of the best computers I ever owned.

In December of 2010, it was extremely bogged down with viruses, so I finally figured out how to write an .ISO image to a flash drive and modify the boot sequence.

I ended up installing JoliOS 1.2 which served me very well for over a year. I also installed JoliOS 1.2 on my Mom’s Hewlett Packard.

By the way, it was ruined by a power surge following Hurricane Issac in 2012.

I gave my Dad an older Dell to use which a friend had given me.

He had it until 2019

I subsequently used other versions of operating systems, all from the Linux family on that computer.

In 2015, I finally purchased an Android smartphone. This allows me to Google for a solution when I am working on a computer and I come aross a hiccup.

That was a huge milestone, because before, I needed another computer as well as an Internet connection to get a solution when things didn’t go right.

In 2016, I began to put together a kit of tools that I EDC for my computer repair hobby. The featured image on this pages shows what I am carrying as of February 2020. These tools are kept in a special compartment of my EDC backpack.

In 2018, through most of 2019, I had attended a church and fixed the computers of several members.

By this point in my life, I had obtained a reputation as a computer guru.

There are several friends who come to me when they need their computers fixed and usually I am able to do it.

Now as of 2020, I frequently find myself restoring older computers and making them useful again.

This usually entails me taking a Windows computer and reformatting the hard drive or solid state drive with a version of Linux that has modern functionality but runs well on the hardware. Sometimes I will also upgrade the RAM chips or disk drives.

I wish I would have had this knowledge and skill when I was a teenager. I could have made that old Gateway run like a high spec machine, but if it wasn’t for that cruddy old Gateway, I may never have taught myself how to fix computers to begin with.

I hope to fix computers for the rest of my life because it is a fun and useful hobby.

I know I can also bless other who otherwise cannot afford a new computer but will make their machines run like new.

If it wasn’t for me being dependent on several expensive medications, I would try to make a career out of this, because it is something I can do from dawn til dusk or until those medications kick in, then I am dead to the world for twelve to fourteen hours. However, I would be self employed and have to worry about health insurance. We do need some serious reforms in this country and Obamacare doesn’t cut it!

I guess this concludes my piece on how I am indeed a self taught computer technician. I need to take those medications right now, actually.

So, I hope you, the reader, have been informed and entertained.

Thank you for reading!

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Trustworthy

I began writing this in October or November of 2008 and edited it several times.  If it seems dated, that’s because it takes place in November of 2006.

It doesn’t teach the lessons I would usually teach, but I still think it is a sweet story.

Though the setting is a city called Melody, the real area that inspired it was Bayou Cane,  Louisiana, along West Park and West Main, around the time of Thanksgiving.  Between late October and Christmas, that area has always been inspirational for me even before I started writing.

So, without further ado, here is the story:

 

On a chilly November evening, a youngster caught somewhere between a boy and man named Luke Frost was getting off of his job at a gift shop in the city of Melody. He went to the circuit breakers and cut off the electricity; then locked all the doors.

Luke was a short and skinny nineteen-year-old with dark, slightly curled hair. Because he was starting out in life, he did not yet own a home or vehicle. Instead, he walked everywhere and rented a small one-room apartment.

On this particular evening, he was not in a rush to get home. Luke decided to walk through the park and watch the sun setting in the sky. After strolling for a spell in the park, he looked at his watch.

The hands indicated five thirty-eight, and he muttered, “I guess I will stay here two more minutes.” The time passed by quickly and it was now dark. “Well Luke, better get going.” He mentioned to himself. He knew he would be hard to spot in the dark as he was dressed in black pants and a navy blue work shirt. He also knew that the park was a dangerous place to be after dark. He began running to make his way out and safely get home.

Earlier that day Rebeka Stanley was riding on a bus from Blues City, with only a backpack full of possessions. She was on the run from some dangerous people. When the bus arrived at the station in Melody, she got off the bus and continued on foot, with no idea of where she was going. However, she felt halfway safe because her adversaries had no idea of her whereabouts. She saw a street sign which indicated the entrance to Melody Park and decided to go in. She also realized that is was now getting dark and cold. Her cell phone was dead, and to make matters worse she had nowhere to go nor did she know her way around Melody. Scared and lonely she decided to go inside the park restroom to at least give her time, rest and protection from the elements. As she walked into the entrance, a tall, dark angry-looking man shouted sexual remarks and made an advance at her. Immediately she pepper-sprayed him in the face and ran in the opposite direction. Frightened even more she did not realize the perpendicularity of the walkway in the park as she was sprinting until she and Luke Frost literally crossed paths. Both were knocked to the ground. A moment later Luke got up and pulled a flashlight from the side pocket of his pants, and shined it to see whom he had bumped into, as it was now pitch dark.

He saw Rebeka sitting down with her knees up, she was a very beautiful blond dressed in a brown knee-length skirt, a white blouse, and a black sweater. Luke was flashed by her and could see right up her skirt but quickly turned away from her, as he automatically had a reverence for her.

He asked, “Are you all right?” He paused but then continued “I did not see you coming and I am terribly sorry that I knocked you down…If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, I’d really like to.” He reached his hand out to her and helped her up as she smiled.

Back on her feet, she said, “I am also sorry I didn’t see you coming either.”

Luke stated with great concern, “It is dangerous here at this hour, you should be inside.”

Rebeka replied, “I…”

“What’s that?” Luke asked.

Rebeka continued “I have no place to go and some man almost had his way with me. That is why I was running.”

Luke now felt not only an attraction but now felt compelling compassion towards her as he said, “I could take you to my place, only if you would want that is.” Rebeka smiled awkwardly and there was a discomforting silence until Luke spoke again softly “Hey, I am sorry if I freaked you out. I am merely suggesting a place for you to be safe and out of the cold. I was not trying where I can take advantage of you. It’s just…”

Rebeka smiled warmly and said, “Go on.”

Luke continued, “It’s just I felt attracted to you when I first saw you. I now also feel much compassion towards you.”

Rebeka now smiled from ear to ear as she spoke sweetly, “I am hoping you really mean that.”

Luke put his hand towards her and held her as he said, “Of course I do. Now, exactly what brings you to Melody anyway?”

Paranoia struck her and she said, “Can I tell you later? I am afraid someone is listening.”

Luke replied, “Tell me whatever, whenever, wherever.”

Rebeka beamed and said, “You seem so sweet; I wish I could trust you.”

Luke nodded as he looked at her and said “I totally understand, the way I see it is trust is something that must be earned. It is up to you if you want to give me the chance to earn your trust.”

Rebeka smiled and said, “Yes I am willing to give you the chance. I mean what other choice do I have?”

He smiled took her by the hand and said, “My name is Luke Frost, by the way.”

She replied, “I’m Rebeka Stanley.”

Quickly they left the park and headed to Luke’s apartment. Rebeka undid her backpack, pulling out several changes of clothes, an MP3 player, and her phone with the charger. In the meantime, Luke removed his smart-phone and flashlight from his pockets and set them on top of his coffee table. They both sat down on the convertible sofa in peaceful silence.

Luke then asked, “So why are you in Melody?”

“A co-worker of mine was assaulted and I called the police. The assailants were arrested, but the case was unfortunately thrown out so now they were after me. I had to leave town, at least until this situation blows over.”

“How old are you anyway? I’m just realizing you might be jailbait and I might regret taking you to my apartment.”

“I’m twenty-five, actually, but I’ll take that as a compliment. How old are you though?”

“Nineteen.”

“You’re a baby.”

“I don’t know, I’ve got a job and I’ve got this place.”

“True. You’re doing very well.”

“Thanks, that means an awful lot coming from someone like you.”

Rebeka smiled and then there was an awkward silence.

Boredom and hormones overcame the situation and Luke decided to ask her, “What would you like to do Rebeka?”

To which she replied, “I feel dirty and would like to shower.”

Luke smiled and said as he led her to the bathroom “Right this way.”

He turned on the water for her and then walked out. She undressed, stepped in the bathtub and drew the curtain while Luke sat on his futon and waited for her. While showering she realized that she was starting to have feelings for Luke, and how wonderful she thought he was and decided to physically express to him those thoughts and feelings.

She walked out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Luke was sitting on the sofa when she walked into the room and said, “Guess who?”

Luke felt a tingle as he replied, “Wow you are so beautiful.”

“I am a mess.”

“Well, I still think you are beautiful.”

Rebeka blushed and then kissed Luke on the cheek as she said, “I know that I have found someone awesome!”

Luke tingled and twitched as he asked, “You really think I am awesome?”

Rebeka replied “Of course I do. Now, why don’t I change into something more comfortable.”

Luke replied, shaking, “I’ll be waiting here.” She winked and the walked off to change. When she came back into the room she was wearing a long white nightgown, with her hair down. She smiled brightly at Luke and asked him as he gazed at her, “Do you think I am pretty?”

Luke replied, “I think you are hot.” She pranced up to him, hugged him tightly and kissed his mouth as she said, “If you haven’t guessed already, I am also attracted to you as well.”

Luke smiled and said, “So what do you want to do right now?”

Rebeka replied with a bright twinkle in her eyes as she rubbed his chest “I saw you shaking earlier, you must have been shivering. Let me warm you up and snuggle with you.” Rebeka then paused for a second and said with slight anxiety “If you are all right with it that is.”

Luke smiled from ear to ear and said, “Of course it’s all right.” With that Luke rested his head on Rebecca’s belly and they covered under a blanket as they fell asleep.

A half-hour passed when Luke woke up to the sound of Rebecca’s belly gurgling. Right away he asked her “Are you hungry?”

She asked with a startled laugh “Luke, how could you tell?”

“I could hear your stomach!” Luke replied as he kissed her navel, then continued “I have nothing fancy, but I do have food.”

She answered, “Oh that’s fine; I didn’t have anything to eat since this morning.”

With that Luke led Rebeka to his table, microwaved her elbow macaroni with cheese and poured her some grape juice. After they finished supper, Luke turned on his world band receiver and tuned in a foreign station from The Ukraine. The music coming in over the airwaves sounded very sultry and provocative.

Rebeka looked at him in the eye and asked, “Could we dance?”

Luke answered “Sure, but don’t laugh at my two left feet.”

“Nah, I think you are sexy no matter what.” At first, the music was slow but then it switched to a fast-paced song. Rebeka swiveled her hips and spun around. Luke was extremely turned on. Rebeka playfully pushed him onto the futon and then hopped on top of him and kissed him wildly.

“I want to make love to you, but you’re so innocent,” Rebeka said with frustration.

“We don’t have to. We can just cuddle,” Luke replied, then continued,  “You seem innocent too though.”

“But my innocence was violently taken from me as a child,”  Rebeka said stoically.

“Then in my book, you’re still innocent!”

“Thanks, you are really sweet, Luke!”  Rebeka said as she kissed him, then continued,  “And it makes me want you even more though.”

“We will when the time is right and it will be perfect for us!”

“Where have you been all my life?”

“In Melody.”

Rebeka then giggled at Luke’s response.

Luke began to plant kisses on Rebeka’s head as she rested it on his chest.

“I do need some rest.”

“Then sleep in my arms. I will kiss you until you fall asleep!”

Soon they both fell asleep, in each others’ arms.

The next morning Luke woke up early. He quickly prepared breakfast then brought it to her as he gently rubbed her face, and said, “Time to wake up, I made you breakfast in bed. It’s just toast with jam cereal with milk though.”

Rebeka stretched and moaned as she spoke, “Still, I can totally get used to this.”

Luke replied, “Well, by all means, get used to it!”

She smiled and asked, “But where will I stay?”

Luke hugged her and replied, “Over here, of course.”

Rebeka wrapped herself around him and then said, “I think I love you, Luke.”

Luke replied “I love you as well, Rebeka. Thank you for counting me trustworthy.”

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A Teenage Fantasy

I began writing this in 2017 and into 2018 then finished it. I cut off the end and won’t share it publicly because of the sinful situations it contains. However, I feel the rest of the story teaches a very good lesson so that I why I want to share it with the world. It takes place in 2001 and the narrator is loosely based on me, though this never happened to me. That is why it is called “A Teenage Fantasy!”

So, here it is, without further ado:

…Late Spring 2001…

*HOW WE MET*

It’s springtime and school is going to be letting out in just a few weeks.

It’s a bright Saturday afternoon in May and I’m forced to be having a picnic with my family.

What teenager in his right mind wants to do such a thing?

So I hurriedly eat my piece of fried chicken, then go explore the park.

I look around curiously, happy to have to time by myself; something I hardly get.

I walk up and down the sidewalks and ponder life to myself.

Suddenly, I see her. She is sitting on a bench and sobbing.

Despite tears flowing almost profusely from her eyes, I think she is very beautiful.

I have the urge to comfort her, but I don’t know what to say.

However, I know I’ll regret it if I just pass her by.

She’s pleasantly plump and my kind of pretty. I very attracted to her and, naturally, want to make her feel better.

Maybe I could be a friend to her, hopefully though, something more.

My, God, I’m starting to have feelings for her.

Speaking of God, ‘God please give me the courage to talk to her and the wisdom to say the right thing.’

I walk up to her bench and then say, “Hi.”

She looks up and then waves at me.

Awkwardly I stand there.

Finally, I ask her, “May I sit with you?”

She wipes her eyes and then says, “I guess if you want.”

“I think you’re very pretty,” I tell her.

She looks at me and humbly smiles, then says, “Thanks, but you obviously don’t see how fat I am.”

There’s a brief silence but then I continue, “I mean what I said; I think you’re very pretty.”

She smiles even more and says, “You’re so sweet to tell me that.”

“What do you think about me?”

“I think you’re cute, but you seem kind of young.”

“I’m about to be fifteen.”

“I knew you were young, I’m about to be seventeen.”

“I would still like to get to know you if you indeed give me a chance.” I pause then continue, “What are you upset about anyway?”

“My boyfriend dumped me because I started gaining weight.”

“Well, it’s his loss, not yours. I might have just met you, but I know for sure what he did was cruel and not to mention so foolish. You don’t know how I’d be overjoyed to be with someone like you.”

“It’s his fault I started gaining weight too. Since I’m about to turn seventeen, which would make it legal for him to sleep with me in this state, my mom put me on birth control. It was all so he wouldn’t get me pregnant, then I started gaining weight because of the shots and he dumped me.”

“If you give just me a chance, I wouldn’t ever dump you. I’d also be willing to wait however long for you.”

“You’re so sweet. In just a little while, all the girls are going to be after you.”

“But what if I want you instead?”

“Why me?”

“Because I think you’re pretty and, I know it’s quick, but I already have feelings for you. Please don’t hurt me and turn me down.” I pause, then continue, “Give me a chance and I will do my best to treat you like a princess.”

“Okay, I’ll give you a chance, now you give me a hug!”

“Gladly!”

We embrace and she pulls my body close to hers.

I hold her and gently rub her back and sides.

She smiles at me, but her eyes are still wet.

“There’s something I would like to do, but I need your permission first.”

“What is it?”

“I’d like to kiss those tears off your face.”

“You may!”

I begin to gently kiss her eyes and cheeks.

She runs her fingers through my curly hair.

“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance,” I tell her.

“Is there a way we can keep in touch?” She asks me.

“I can give you my parents’ house number, my AIM screen name, and my ICQ number.”

“Cool beans, I’ll give you mine as well, plus my cell number, but only call it after nine at night,” She says, then takes a Palm Pilot out of her purse and enters my information. Afterward, she writes her information on my arm.”

I then lay on the bench with my head in her lap, staring up at her beautiful face.

We stay there for a while completely lost in time and space.

Finally, I hear my dad shouting my name.

In distress, I tell her, “I have to go now, but I’ll call you or instant message you as soon as I can.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Could I kiss you goodbye?” I humbly ask her.

“Of course. In fact, you better kiss me!”

Our lips meet, then passionately lock.

We kiss again and again until I hear my dad shout my name once more, then I know I have to leave.

“I’ll contact you as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she says with a smile and dry eyes.
…A FEW WEEKS PASS, THEN…
*A DREARY SUMMER AFTERNOON*

On a dreary summer afternoon, I find myself home alone. My parents and siblings went run errands and won’t be home for a few hours. So, with that, I get on the phone and call my girlfriend. Yes, she is seventeen and I am only fifteen, but I love her to the moon and back. I think she loves me too or at least that is what I hope. No one in my family knows about this relationship and I plan to keep it that way for as long as possible.

The phone rings only once and then I hear her beautiful voice.

“Hey, you!” She answers with excitement.

“I’m home alone if you want to come over, baby.”

“I would love to come and see you! Let me just get my things and I’ll be right over.”

“I can’t wait for you to hold me again!”

“And I can’t wait to see your cute face again!” She thinks I am cute. I feel like I am on cloud nine when she tells me that.

“It looks like it might rain, so please be careful driving here.”

“You know I will. Now let me hang up so I can come over.”

“All right, baby, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We hang up and I anxiously await her arrival while standing on my parents’ driveway. I pace up and down like a madman until I finally see her hand me down Jetta Wagon approaching my parents’ house.

I begin to smile from ear to ear as she pulls up.

She parks her car then steps out dressed in a white blouse and a pink skirt. Seeing her dressed like this makes me attracted to her with a hot passion.

We lovingly embrace then kiss with ecstasy. She runs her fingers through my curly hair and I gently caress her porcelain face.

After greeting each other with much affection, she asks, “What would you like to do?”

“We could go walk in the back fields and find a place to lay down look up at the sky and talk.”

“That’s a good idea, it reminds me of a song I heard a while back.”

I give her my hand and say, “Let’s go then.”

We walk through the back fields, looking for a spot to be alone together. Finally, we find the perfect spot situated in the long green grass. She sits down, then cradles my head in her lap. I couldn’t be more content as I looked up into her beautiful brown eyes.

She wraps her legs around me, then says, “You’re mine all mine! I want you forever!”

So, I reply, “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that, but what do you see in me?”

“You’re cute as can be. You’re so sweet. And I love how you are such a noble person.” She pauses, then asks, “Do you want me forever as well?”

“Yes I most surely do, no one wanted me before I met you, but you did. I’ll always remember that and do everything I can to keep you!” I pause then continue, “It’s not only that though, but you are also so beautiful, more than I ever dreamed. You also give my life meaning. I know there are plenty of guys your age and older who would want to be yours, but you choose me. I feel so honored.”

“None of them would make me feel as special as you do.” She says as she kisses my face.

Suddenly there is a flash of lightning.

We both jump in fear, then rush to her car to wait out the storm…
…ANOTHER DAY OR TWO PASSES, THEN…

*DESIRING PRIVACY*

My parents found out about my girlfriend a few days ago and their reaction was better than I expected. They accepted her and they even like her. The fact that I am fifteen and she is seventeen didn’t phase my family at all. However, we rarely have any privacy now. It seems that my whole family watches our every move. We lay together on my bed and snuggle each other. The denim overalls and tight baby blue shirt she is wearing hug her body and show all of her curves and features. Seeing her dressed like this drives me wild.

We share a kiss when my brother walks in on us.

“Get out!” I tell him.

“My room too,” He replies.

“Just pretend he isn’t here,” My girlfriend whispers.

We continue to kiss and caress each other.

My brother turns on some vulgar rap music, full blast. My girlfriend and I are appalled at the atrocious lyrics.

We eventually leave the room and go outside.

It’s hot and sunny outside.

We both sit on the glider and talk.

“Your brother is so annoying,” She tells me.

“He definitely is, but I think he’s jealous of me. After all, I have you and you are so beautiful.”

“I don’t see how you think I am beautiful, I think I’m a bit too chubby. Those filthy rap lyrics about big butts really got to me.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. To me, you are the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on.”

“Oh, I love you so much!”

“And I love you just as much!”

We sweetly rub noses, then she pulls my face into her perky breasts. I feel great comfort in this position.

At that point, my sister walks onto the patio and says, “I’m going to tell mom and dad that y’all are acting lewd.”

“Get a life!” I tell her.

“I have a life but I don’t want to share my room with any baby you might make.”

My girlfriend is now irritated and asks with frustration, “Will we ever have any privacy?”

“We could if my parents would let you drive me to your house.”

“I wish they would.”

“You and I both. There’s so much I want to do with you!”

“And I want to do those things too!”

She then puts her arm around me and rubs my chest.

I look around for just a moment, then I see the empty house on my neighbor’s property, behind to their main one.

“I know where we can be alone.”

“Where?”

“See that little house back there? It’s empty and usually unlocked, we can go in there.”

“Let’s go there, then, but just know, I’d go anywhere if it meant we could be together.”

Hand in hand we cross the property line and enter the empty house.

It’s dark and dusty inside, but at least we now have privacy.

We go into the empty master bedroom and snuggle on the carpet.

She lays down on her back and I lay on top of her. We kiss wildly.

She pulls my face into her breasts once again and giggles saying, “No one can see us here!”

“You don’t know how happy I feel when my face is in your beautiful breasts!”

“You should feel happy because that is where it belongs!”

I then kiss her soft stomach.

“I feel so fat.” She says with a slight depression.

I kiss her stomach again and say, “That’s my fat and I think it is sexy!”

She wraps her arms and legs around me tightly and holds me close to her saying, “You make me feel so loved!”

We both get a very strong urge to become intimately known to each other but are equally afraid of the potential consequences…
…A FEW MOMENTS LATER…

*GETTING CAUGHT*

We are soon overpowered by our biological urges and quickly forget about the many potential consequences of underage intimacy. She pulls off my shirt and begins to unbutton my cargo pants. I unhook her overalls and pull them down, then I then take off her shirt.

We are now in our undergarments and staring at each other with gentle smiles. We embrace then begin to remove each others’undergarments as well.

Suddenly, we hear the front door unlocking.

My name is bellowed by my busybody neighbor from the other side of my parents’ house. He’s pretty tight with the owners of this house and apparently was watching our every move.

Both of us are extremely nervous now.

“Let’s hide in the closet, he used to beat me when I was younger,” I whisper to my girlfriend.

She nods nervously, then asks, “Do you think he will beat you again?”

“He might even beat you, I’m so sorry I put you in this position,” I reply, soberly.

“It would be worth it if it means we could still lose our virginity to each other,” She answers me softly.

We then grab our clothes and hide behind boxes in the closet.

Quickly we get dressed, by the light of my Garrity Mini Rugged Lite that I keep in my pocket.

We have our clothes on again as we hear my busybody neighbor walking through the house.

My girlfriend and I hold each other tightly, wondering whether we will get caught or not.

We share several kisses as we are somewhat turned on by the fear of getting caught.

We hear his footsteps approaching the bedroom.

Now the bedroom door is opening.

We both tremble, wondering if these containers will keep us concealed.

“I know you’re in here with that girl! And I am going to beat both of your a**es when I find y’all!” My neighbor bellows.

We hear the closet door open.

“Well, *blank* damn, where are they? I saw them come inside this house,” My busybody neighbor says angrily.

My girlfriend begins to tremble so much with fright that the boxes begin to fall and our hiding spot is revealed.

We see my neighbor is holding a thick leather belt in his hands as he says, “Now both of you are going to get it!”

We hold each other tightly with fear as he lashes us with that belt.

I flinch and nash my teeth. My girlfriend shrieks and cries in pain.

He then yanks us out of the closet and shoves us out of the house. He then escorts us to the property line where my parents are about to confront us…

…A WEEK OR TWO PASSES, THEN…
*ONLINE CONVERSATION*

My parents have now forbidden me from seeing her since we got caught in my neighbor’s vacant house.

Because of that cruel decision, my heart feels ripped to shreds and it feels there are a thousand knives in my back.

It’s late at night and I cannot sleep.

I walk to my family computer and log on.

After a few minutes of looking at Expage and ICQ, I hear that all too familiar “uh-oh” sound.

This means I have a private message.

It’s from the girl whom I am so deeply in love with but strictly forbidden to see.

It reads, “Hey. I miss you so much. You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met and my one true wish is that I was holding you in my arms right now. My mom is away on a business trip right now and I have the house to myself. I’m going crazy being in here all alone and being forbidden to see you makes it that much worse.”

“How did your mom react when she found out about us almost doing it?”

“She was okay with it, I mean that is why I am on birth control, to begin with.”

“You know, you are so worth the wait and as soon as I turn eighteen, I’ll run away and stay with you even if it means staying under a bridge.”

“You’re worth the wait too. You have such a sweet heart and you’re so cute.”

“I’m blushing, but it feels wonderful.”

“What are you doing up so late anyway?”

“To tell the truth; I’m thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about you either. In fact, you’re all I think about these days. I wish my parents and extended family could see how happy you make me and that you’re actually good for me, despite what they think.”

“We’re separated by cruel people who just refuse to understand.”

“If only I could get away from them.”

“Maybe you can.”

“Well, maybe we could meet somewhere and I could take you to my mom’s house.”

“I don’t want to say where online, in case the government is watching.”

“Do you have any money on you?”

“Yes. Three ten-dollar bills. I’ve been saving them from doing odd jobs.”

“If you can sneak out, all you have to do it go to a truck stop, buy a phone card and call me from a pay-phone. Don’t say which one online, but I can come to pick you up when you tell me over the phone.”

“Sounds like a plan and a half.”

“That’s such a cute saying, of course, you’re cute already.”

“Okay let me pack my things and try to sneak out.”

“I’ll be waiting on my cell phone.”
…A FEW MOMENTS LATER…
*FORBIDDEN MEETING*

I then uninstall ICQ from the family computer to cover my tracks.

Then I grab my duffel bag and pack a few tee shirts underwear and pants, a box cutter and my 4 D cell Maglite for protection. Then I grab my wallet with the three ten-dollar bills and sneak out of the window.

I leave my parents’ yard and begin walking to the nearest truck stop.

I contemplate my life during this long walk, but finally, I’m there.

I go inside and purchase a phone card for a little less than $10.

Then I go to the payphone and place the call to my forbidden girlfriend.

It rings once and then she picks up.

“Hello,” She says in an unsure voice.

“It’s me,” I tell her.

“Hey, you!” She replies with affection.

I state the location of the truck stop over the phone.

“I’m coming right now.”

“I’ll hide so I cannot be seen, but I’ll signal you with my flashlight when I see your car. I blink the light at intervals of two blinks because we’re two years apart.”

“That’s so romantic in its own way. You’re so sweet and thoughtful.”

I hide in the bushes looking out for her Jetta Wagon.

Time crawls by at a snail’s pace.

I’m filled with both anxiety and anticipation.

Finally, I see that Jetta Wagon pulling up.

I remove myself from the bushes, then blink my flashlight while pointing at her windshield.

She slows down.

I blink my flashlight twice again.

She parks next to the bushes and I come to her car.

She rolls down the passenger window and says, “Hop in!”

I stand there and adore her for just a moment as she is dressed in a tight black shirt that hugs all of her beautiful curves and a knee-length black and white skirt that is sexy enough yet modest enough.

“Come on before someone sees us!” She says.

Most gladly I open the door, enter, place my bag and flashlight between my legs, buckle my seatbelt and she drives off into the night as we lovingly hold hands…

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