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I hadn’t fed It in a week, so she was all lightheaded and dizzy. She fell down and threatened to pass out right in the middle of the aisle in the garden center at the Home Depot. I was fucking pissed, but we were in public so I didn’t let it show. I just took her by the hand and helped her up and let her straighten out her wig. I carried the rose bush we had picked out to the car, not out of kindness, but because I didn’t want her to fall down in the parking lot and drop...

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Firstly, I just want to say thanks to John (aka Wrigglepup1) for letting me use his page on xHamster. I’m NOT a ‘member! I just think this site, and others like it, have made me decide to retire from the profession I love! I became an e****t 15 years ago, at the age of 23, following a failed marriage. I had no income, no qualifications (except being darned good sexually!) and most importantly, very few inhibitions! I loved what I did! Earned a decent amount of money, and enjoyed ‘earning’ it!...

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Firstly, I just want to say thanks to John (aka Wrigglepup1) for letting me use his page on xHamster.I'm NOT a 'member! I just think this site, and others like it, have made me decide to retire from the profession I love!I became an escort 15 years ago, at the age of 23, following a failed marriage. I had no income, no qualifications (except being darned good sexually!) and most importantly, very few inhibitions!I loved what I did! Earned a decent amount of money, and enjoyed 'earning' it! It...

Retiring an Agent

I knew I screwed up. In my line of work you only get one strike, and I just struck out. We all knew working for an underground agency would not be easy, but they made it worth our while. It was simple, we would get assignments, we would complete them, then we would get paid. My phone would only ring a couple times a year and the amount I got easily paid all expenses my wife and I had. My wife, Sarah, she was so understanding for so long. But as time dragged on, she began to pry more...

Retiring Back Home

I was born and raised on a pork and dairy farm just outside of a town so small that it took the IRS three tries to find it. The directions to the farm started with "Once you leave the blacktop...". A lot happened in 1970 just across the state line into Virginia. Mom and Pop didn't care much about what happened outside the county except for the commodity prices. It was the year I was born. I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Turner. I learned a lot by watching my dad and Uncle Walt fix everything...

Retiring to the Rockies

Flights of fantasy are our specialty. We try not to let reality pop our balloons. This vacation to Lander, Wyoming was turning out to be a bust. I was here to see what the Rockies were all about, as I'd never been here before. It was time to see the places I'd always wanted to see before I was too broke or screwed up to do so. I was in the bar of an up-scale hotel nursing a bourbon and coke. What was left of the local talent had too many wrinkles to count so it looked like another night...

Retiring the Wife

Carol stood silently at the open door to her husband's den, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. Dressed only in her threadbare, faded cotton dress, she stared downward, the streaks of mascara from her silent tears only partially obscured by the stringy, tangled dirty blonde hair falling over her face. Carol absent-mindedly studied the position of her feet, ensuring they were exactly shoulder-width apart and that tips of her toes were aligned with, but not touching, the threshold...

Retiring to the Smokies

I lost my job. What a soul-destroying phrase, yet it's more than common these days. It was late October when the neuropathy hit the outer two fingers of my left hand. It was getting to the point that I couldn't type anymore. That's what made up 90 percent of my job. I abandoned my credit card debt to soak up a thousand a month before I HAD to quit. I wondered if AFLAC would provide for me if I paid into them, but they turned out to be fair-weather friends-- their pre-existing condition...

Retiring South of the BorderChapter 2

Tony- me. Bob- a trailer park manager with connections. Gunsmith Bank manager Lead Teller I kept a close eye on my cash flow which was becoming alarming. Despite the addition of the supercharger the bus's appetite for diesel fuel was prodigious. Day by day I became more depressed, convinced that my retirement may be forced to end before it had really begun. I fretted, stewed and second-guessed myself into a funk. I didn't want to spend my declining years in a flea-bitten trailer park...

Retiring South of the BorderChapter 3

New: Gruillo family- fishermen I contacted the Chilean embassy in Houston to get the wheels in motion to obtain a visa. Since I wasn't asking for a work permit things went a bit easier than they could have. Chile has been undergoing a surge in immigration as people first from Europe and now from other countries in Central and South America are streaming in to take advantage of the healthy economy. I planned to pay them a visit within the month to prove my fiscal health and allow them to...

Retiring South of the BorderChapter 4

Anne. ticket holder and pilot Carl. cook Henry. diesel mechanic Jim. fire control/radarman Janet. housekeeping Kim. medic All right, let's Think about this before diving in. On the plus side, I'm a decent plumber and electrician. I know my way around a diesel engine. I've got enough cash to get it done without trying for a loan. I don't get seasick. A ship has great security--it's hard to sneak up on a ship. On the minus side, I don't have a captain's ticket and hiring anyone to...

Retiring South of the BorderChapter 5

We resumed our scheduled route of green-goods delivery with nary a bobble, but now we had a rep as a badass ship. I didn't say anything at the bar I frequented while on shore but I heard enough to realize that our little encounter had witnesses which had no problem talking about it. We received a few more bids for armed transport jobs but they weren't the bulk of our contracted work. We had contracted with a big chandler to add delivery service for selected offerings. We were doing land...

Retiring South of the BorderChapter 6

We steamed south to Lisbon where we were informed that several schools of cabinetmaking were still in business. Ellen and I stayed on board while the rest of the crew rented a villa to kick back for a while. Occasionally I caught her looking out at the city while holding herself. I could easily see that she didn't want to be alone in a strange place. I hired a security company to patrol our dock 24/7 for the duration of our stay. It seemed to make her feel more comfortable about being on...

Retiring South of the BorderChapter 7

This voyage would no doubt test us as a crew. We would be steaming over seven thousand miles at 14.5 knots, deepwater sailing for most of it. I spent most of my time with Ellen either spelling her at the helm, acting as the radar operator or checking our coordinates at the plotting table. We read and played a lot of cards, too. Sure, I spent some time helping wipe down the mechanical space and helping to clean the ship to give me a chance to talk to the rest of the crew--taking their...

Retiring South of the BorderChapter 9

I had a brainstorm. I informed the crew that I didn't want to spend much time at our home port as the federal marshals and ATF were bound to be looking for a couple of stolen Vulcan 20-mm rotary cannons. We'd made our round-the-world tour. Now it was time to fill in the blanks. I voted for taking another case of 20mm cannon ammunition from stores, flushing the poop tank (black water), taking on a load of diesel and booking for Cuba. We'd liked it last time, even though only half the...

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