Posted by Mike B./sam I am/James/pamela on August 9, 2005, 3:17 am, in reply to "They were setting a trap for me! (Part 1)" Here I had thought I was long since past that stage, the police, jail and the judicial system. Now maybe it was going to be upon me again. I ran to the intersection on the southeast corner of the parking lot. I ran up to the apartments on the other side. I ran behind them. It was a dead end. I came around a little slot between them and a concrete wall. I looked up through it toward the shopping center to see if I saw any security guards in the parking lot or anywhere else, looking around. There weren’t any. All right, calming down, I walked to the street, up the hill away from the shopping mall. Though a long walk, I walked up to the next block, turned left, up to the next block and left again, back to the north end of the shopping center. My car was still parked in the parking lot. When I came to the shopping center, I watched for security guards. There weren’t any, so cautiously, I approached my car, which wasn’t far from the Seafirst Bank and the restrooms, got in it and drove away. Oh God, made it. Once in safety, I started thinking about whether I should quarantine Northgate for the next year or two, or not. I was thinking about everything that had happened. The cameras at the bank. I was so stupid to walk through there, right after pulling a job, a place where I knew there would be cameras. And after the girls reported to the lady what happened, it would have been taken to the security department, and maybe the police too, and in telling them the details, after they mentioned to them about when I walked through the bank, they would have requested the bank to show them the video tapes of me walking through, where they would get a picture of my face. Idiot! Now I was calling myself it. Yes, I was thinking maybe I was going to put Northgate under quarantine for a year or two ... or three ... but then another thought occurred to me. In order to make an arrest, they would have to have the girls identify me. Even if the security team recognized me there later, they’d have to telephone the girls, have them come to the mall to identify me, and this BEFORE apprehending me, and in the meantime, while they were getting there, I could just mosey on my way. (And it was even possible the girls could have soon returned to their country. Many times students from the Orient come for short stints. It’s the way eastern educational systems operate sometimes.) It would be hard for them to have grounds to make an arrest, and they would know it. And then they’d have to think about the seriousness of the crime in relation to how much work it would take to make an arrest for it, and they would see the situation as foreboding—probably. I did quarantine from Northgate the kind of clothes I was wearing that day, and decided after a little while, I could go back—but the slightest suspicious look from a security guard, and wham! I’d be out of there, thinking it over again. Well, not long after that I went back. I remember I had to have a copy of a key made, and I asked the lady at the same information booth where to do it, watching carefully the expression on her face at seeing me. Anything out of the ordinary about a facial expression in response to talking to a stranger? Well, yes. She was making a look as if recognizing me. “Right over there,” she said. I went and had the key made, then decided to get out of there. But what had to happen next? Suddenly, out of the blue, Montezuma’s revenge. Suddenly I had a case of diarrhea. The restrooms were all the way down at the other end of the mall. What was this? Murphy’s Law? If the worst thing can happen at the worst possible moment, it will? I couldn’t get out of it. I HAD to go use the restroom. About halfway down the mall, I noticed a security guard walking in the same direction I was walking, a little ways behind me. Walking beside him was a young, attractive lady, blonde, maybe brown-haired, I can’t remember for sure. So far, there was no reason for alarm. In spite of needing to get to the restroom, I had to do a little test. I sat down for a little bit at one of those little islands in the middle of the mall and watched. They went on a little ways, and then stopped, doing something. But I couldn’t keep waiting, I had to go on. After I went on, there they were again, behind me, walking in the same direction. All right, this wasn’t coincidence. My God, they were setting a trap for me! They saw me heading towards the restrooms, and that young lady was agreeing to let herself be used as the bait! And I couldn’t get the hell out of there, because I HAD to use the restroom! I told myself to calm down. Even though they’d recognized me and they were setting a trap for me, they still had to catch me in the act before they could make an arrest. All I had to do was not do anything, and they wouldn’t be able to do anything to me. I went in the restroom, into one of the booths, used it, and the security man came in the restroom when I was in it. Yes, checking on what I was doing. But there’s no crime in going in the booth and using it. He couldn’t arrest me for that. After I was finished, I washed my hands and came out of the restroom. There was the girl standing outside—in fact, looking inside the men’s room. The security guard was a little ways down the hall. My eyes met the girl’s as I came out. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. My non-verbal message: “No thanks. You don’t attract me.” I left out the door at the end of the hallway, past the Seafirst Bank, that exits the mall. Were they going to tail me to get my car’s license number? No. I may have been pretty stupid that week, but not that stupid on the rebound. I had my car parked at the Northgate Park ’n Ride, a block north of the mall. If they put a tail on me, I’d see them on the sidewalk on the way up to the Park ’n Ride. But they didn’t. Well, that was the end of that episode. I usually don’t have much to worry about, police-wise. I’ve spent the latter part of my life figuring out all the safe, grith ways of letting off steam whenever I have to, always involving situations where the girls actually consent, and when it’s an act between consenting adults, there’s no violation of the law involved. Beyond that, I’ve subdued my desires to the point of control. Well, there was that incident at Northgate, demonstrating that I hadn’t COMPLETELY subdued my whimsies to the point of control. But that was an isolated case. Usually, such idiocies didn’t happen. But God! For a while, that was quite a scare. Mike P.S. And yes, Northgate was quarantined. They won’t be seeing me there again. _________________________ You said, “I usually don’t have much to worry about, police-wise. I’ve spent the latter part of my life figuring out all the safe, grith ways of letting off steam whenever I have to, always involving situations where the girls actually consent, and when it’s an act between consenting adults, there’s no violation of the law involved. Beyond that, I’ve subdued my desires to the point of control.” Could you elaborate on that? Or anyone else...? _________________________ Watch for the upcoming post “Gentlemen don’t perspire.” That will pretty much explain it all. _________________________ To the one with the illusion of control: Your beliefs that attractive women or Asian women with less cultural rights are there for your sexual exploits demonstrates how trapped you are currently, and not in 'control.' When or how would you deserve being taken advantage of by another person for their sexual pleasure? You know, used? Offended by. Demeaned. Shocked, insulted, violated? What is it that entitles you to invade another's boundaries? This may be the answer to your dilemma. By the way, my favorite quote is by Thomas Paine: The world is my country, and to do good is my religion. Another: Everything I need to know, I learned in kindergarten. Like: treat others in the same way you wish to be treated. The platinum rule says one step further: treat others in the way they want to be treated. If you have known otherwise, you can spread the pain, or defend others against pain. You choose. As long as we are breathing, we have choice. There is true power in choosing heart over ego.
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Posted by sam I am March 30, 2001, 12:42 pm
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