Fuck Me Twice Ii
February 06, 2016
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Part II: The Crime
(read business office 1 here: Backstory)
There was never argue to suspect that anyone had inappropriate intentions towards my 1976 Suzuki GT380 motorcycle. It was ugly plenty that passers-by would accept it for abandoned. In the involvement of security I used a padlock on the forepart brake rotor together with equally good utilized the steering lock, a manufacturing flora installed characteristic which prevents the handlebars from beingness turned, thence disabling steering. Both of these deterrents had caused me rather embarrassing incidents when attempting to ride off without removing them, together with so I assumed whatsoever would-be thief should endure the same fate. And still, inward my naive, whitebread province mind, the bike, on trouble concern human relationship of its sheer unseemliness only could non survive stolen.
It was a humid July black inward Philadelphia, with the day's oestrus all the same radiating upwards from the dark, greasy asphalt. My roommate together with I sat on the rooftop of our dilapidated brownstone floor edifice watching our Guatemalan neighbors attempt out to parallel green a Toyota Corolla. This is to a greater extent than entertaining than it sounds, equally they wedged that 1981 two-door upwards against around other parked machine together with could non grapple to costless it earlier causing all kinds of harm to both vehicles, including the loss of a forepart bumper. They had knocked my Suzuki downward on 2 previous occasions, neither causing whatsoever existent damage, at to the lowest degree none that would survive noticed with 20 years of bumps together with bruises from previous owners. When in conclusion the Guatemalans got the machine costless together with parked it was good past times 1am, together with I retired to my bedchamber to sleep.
I rolled together with wrestled for hours, alone managing to doze for a few minutes at a time, together with so awful was the oestrus together with humidity inward our non-air conditioned apartment. I prayed for a thunderstorm to intermission the spell, with no luck. At iv am I went to the bathroom, urinated together with splashed around tepid H2O from the faucet on my aspect upwards together with neck. Something prompted me to stick my caput out the bath window, which gave a clear sentiment of the motorbike nether the dim streetlamp. It waited silently adjacent to the curb, together with I idea I actually require to teach for a ride...
Instead I returned to bed together with slept for most iv hours, uninterrupted except the foreign dreams inward which I was vaguely panicked most something, but non panicked plenty to wake up. As the morning time Sun heated my room to levels fifty-fifty to a greater extent than uncomfortable than the black before, I rose together with returned 1 time again to the bathroom. I rubbed the slumber from my eyes together with a phonation within my caput told me to expect out the window, which I did. Odd, I can't meet my motorcycle. I must receive got parked it upwards the street a petty to a greater extent than than I thought...
I started downward the stairs all the same inward my boxer shorts equally a queasy realization began to piece of cake settle into my tum similar indigestion. Still half-asleep, my encephalon was barely commencement to encompass that something was wrong. Apparently the optimistic part woke upwards first, because around phonation kept telling me that my motorbike had to survive at that topographic point together with I was starting to worry for nothing.
Out the side door of the apartment, into the alleyway, narrowly avoiding slicing my bare feet on broken glass, tripping over someone's goddamn garbage bags, in conclusion making it to the street equally the queasiness moved upwards causing my pump to race together with pound together with threaten to burst. Standing on the sidewalk, naked except for a twain of boxer shorts with crimson hearts on them. Glance upwards the street, nothing. Glance downward the street, nothing. My motorbike was gone.
Fuck me.
(Part III coming soon!)
(read business office 1 here: Backstory)
There was never argue to suspect that anyone had inappropriate intentions towards my 1976 Suzuki GT380 motorcycle. It was ugly plenty that passers-by would accept it for abandoned. In the involvement of security I used a padlock on the forepart brake rotor together with equally good utilized the steering lock, a manufacturing flora installed characteristic which prevents the handlebars from beingness turned, thence disabling steering. Both of these deterrents had caused me rather embarrassing incidents when attempting to ride off without removing them, together with so I assumed whatsoever would-be thief should endure the same fate. And still, inward my naive, whitebread province mind, the bike, on trouble concern human relationship of its sheer unseemliness only could non survive stolen.
It was a humid July black inward Philadelphia, with the day's oestrus all the same radiating upwards from the dark, greasy asphalt. My roommate together with I sat on the rooftop of our dilapidated brownstone floor edifice watching our Guatemalan neighbors attempt out to parallel green a Toyota Corolla. This is to a greater extent than entertaining than it sounds, equally they wedged that 1981 two-door upwards against around other parked machine together with could non grapple to costless it earlier causing all kinds of harm to both vehicles, including the loss of a forepart bumper. They had knocked my Suzuki downward on 2 previous occasions, neither causing whatsoever existent damage, at to the lowest degree none that would survive noticed with 20 years of bumps together with bruises from previous owners. When in conclusion the Guatemalans got the machine costless together with parked it was good past times 1am, together with I retired to my bedchamber to sleep.
I rolled together with wrestled for hours, alone managing to doze for a few minutes at a time, together with so awful was the oestrus together with humidity inward our non-air conditioned apartment. I prayed for a thunderstorm to intermission the spell, with no luck. At iv am I went to the bathroom, urinated together with splashed around tepid H2O from the faucet on my aspect upwards together with neck. Something prompted me to stick my caput out the bath window, which gave a clear sentiment of the motorbike nether the dim streetlamp. It waited silently adjacent to the curb, together with I idea I actually require to teach for a ride...
Instead I returned to bed together with slept for most iv hours, uninterrupted except the foreign dreams inward which I was vaguely panicked most something, but non panicked plenty to wake up. As the morning time Sun heated my room to levels fifty-fifty to a greater extent than uncomfortable than the black before, I rose together with returned 1 time again to the bathroom. I rubbed the slumber from my eyes together with a phonation within my caput told me to expect out the window, which I did. Odd, I can't meet my motorcycle. I must receive got parked it upwards the street a petty to a greater extent than than I thought...
I started downward the stairs all the same inward my boxer shorts equally a queasy realization began to piece of cake settle into my tum similar indigestion. Still half-asleep, my encephalon was barely commencement to encompass that something was wrong. Apparently the optimistic part woke upwards first, because around phonation kept telling me that my motorbike had to survive at that topographic point together with I was starting to worry for nothing.
Out the side door of the apartment, into the alleyway, narrowly avoiding slicing my bare feet on broken glass, tripping over someone's goddamn garbage bags, in conclusion making it to the street equally the queasiness moved upwards causing my pump to race together with pound together with threaten to burst. Standing on the sidewalk, naked except for a twain of boxer shorts with crimson hearts on them. Glance upwards the street, nothing. Glance downward the street, nothing. My motorbike was gone.
Fuck me.
(Part III coming soon!)
