Studying my terror for her.

                                                        Part 1.

The first part of this story is true, the second part a dream, perhaps the only difference between the two is the latter having happened in my head while I was asleep.

I was strolling along the promenade in downtown San Jose, Costa Rica.

A Plump woman sitting on a pillow with a blue polkadot headband, a purple jacket, brandishing a ukalale’ and a tamboreen, she held out a blue bowl beconing me for spare change. I gave her some, then took  her photo of which she did not approve.

I continued on down the street and was approached by another woman who was disgruntled that I had given my coins to the previous woman, and she informed me this woman did not need the coins as she own’s three houses in San Jose, but was begging non the less.

We spoke together a while , she dug into her bag and gave me a stone, and told me I was an angel, Really! She ended up inviting me to stay with her and her family sometime in the future.

                                                    Part 2.

“The stars in the night sky can appear to look alike, or bring lots of luck!”

Walking down a busy promanade two arms slip around my midriff from behind me, this feels good.

I glance down to see a pair of lovely feminine hands.

I turn and look behind me to see a face not having lost all beauty, she wanted me to love her.

My words in spanish came out somewhat wrong, but not entirely so.

Next I found myself sitting in a luxury bar, the barmaid approachs and gives me a paid for drink.

Shortly there after, the girl in my dream reappears, there are many beautiful women in an adjacent room  and some of them are actually men in drag,  whom are being heckled mildley as they leave, on there way passing through.

I find I have lost my cell phone and am searching for it.

A group of  women surrounds me , the one in the center has treamendously sampacu eyes.

While Im laying in the lap of another she sings to me a soothing lullaby.

Thoughts of Santaria, cross my mind , and my cell phone turns into a transformer toy.

The girl of my dreams and I are now sitting out doors on a bench, she is laying in my lap and pushs my hand into her wet crotch.

I asked her if I could use her phone, I was attempting to make a call, that would not go through as I could not push the numbers correctly.

She was growing impatient with me, and clearly asked me the following in these words I will share with you now, this she said.

and wanted to know.  if ” I was studying my terror for her”

Go figure.  

                                                                                           THE END.