August 25 1997. 12:XX A.M.
After an exciting night in Tijuana, Mexico. I ended up at a stranger girl's crib. I never knew this girl, but met her by chance in one of the clubs I went to. I was kinda drunk, so she decided to help me out-(her being a nice girl and everything). At her apartment, we both slept in her bed. I wake up and feel her up. I even kiss her navel.
She then says, "How many times have you had sex?"
I respond with "Zero. Why do ask that?"
"You move like have (had sex)"
Ten minutes and two breasts later, A can feel the 'sting' of Veronica's stare (Oh schanp! I said her name)
"Are you ok? What's on your mind?"
"I'm thinking about sex!"
"Seriously?"
"Yes...seriously"
From here, you get the idea.![]()
I never expected to pick up anyone in Tijuana (of all places). After this, I realized that I was missing a lot--on either side of the border...





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