April 23: Finding Amelia

April 23

I found Amelia!

Our personalities are nothing alike but we have been "best friends" for a few years now. I used to act all dark and gloomy and insist that I didn't need friends, but Amelia made me grow out of that phase as soon as I met her. We are NOTHING ALIKE but somehow we always think the same. She sees an opportunity for an ambush and I see an opportunity for an ambush, she gets wet looking at a guy and so do I.

If I want to scout the ambush site, clear it, and set my own ambush, she wants to flee the possible danger.

If she wants to chat that guy up and ride him until the sun rises, I want to flee the possible distraction.

If I want to go to town to blend in with the crowds, track enemies, and sell my skills for some supplies-- well that's exactly what I did today.

So guess what? Amelia wanted to go to town to socialize with the crowds, track allies, and sell HER skills for some supplies, and that's exactly what she did today!

Here's the story:

By early evening I had hustled some pool, unloaded some construction supplies, and intimidated a landlord into honoring his side of a tenant's contract. I was drinking at the pub with some drunk local clerk hanging off of me and spilling a little too much info about Purifiers in town when another mark caught my eye. He was younger and he probably thought he was handsome, and he was spending too much money for his station (based on his uniform).

Old Man Handsy saw me looking and got jealous. He said something he thought was clever about "age before beauty" but he grabbed my left side painfully hard and "whispered" in my right ear painfully loud.

I told him, "maybe I need more than just a sexy mature voice to keep me company." I pried his left hand off and pushed it up under my shirt. The old fuck didn't see that coming at all. He breathed hard in my ear twice and I wanted to puke, but instead I said: "Keep talking you dirty old bastard. Tell me about your day or complain about your boss for all I fucking care, I just need a voice in my ear to drown out this shitty dive and keep me warm."

That did it. He tried to whisper "sexy" things while his hand found its way into my undershirt, but he was too toasted to multitask and he started ranting about his daily life. I think the bartender could tell I was faking it. Maybe he was jealous but I doubt it, men have never been falling over me.

Amelia slid onto a stool next to Youngdumb. She made brief, excited eye contact with me, then appeared to completely forget I existed.

The girl's a professional. I can't hate her methods. She gets shit done.

I watched her and endured my admirer for twenty minutes that felt like two hours. Some good info slipped out but my skin was fucking CRAWLING and he was trying to get in my shorts. After 90 very long seconds of him jabbing my clit painfully with his hand between my miniskirt and my undershorts--just my luck that this jackass could even find it--Amelia got up with her "date" and headed for the exit. (Not the bathroom, thankfully. She probably rushed things for my benefit.)

I screamed, "Oh shit, my boyfriend Chad is here," yanked that old fuck's hands out of my clothes, and shoved my way toward the side exit with a fake-drunk stumble.

I tailed Amelia to her target's house. It was modest and within the means of his apparent position in life, I blended in with the local homeless and waited for Amelia to come back out.

She emerged around 11 PM, clocked my hiding spot instantly, and bounced over to me with a big grin.

We snuck back to the hideout and she showered off the STENCH of sex. She went right to sleep. I should get in bed before I fill this whole notebook. I write too much when I'm happy. I'm excited, I didn't expect company so soon, but OF COURSE it would be Amelia and I finding each other!

In the morning I'll ask what she learned, and how she smelled SO GOD DAMN BAD, BECAUSE GIIIIIRL WHAT!