Yeah, uh, no. I drove downtown, went to the library to print something out, walked a good 20 minutes across downtown to just outside of the hotel, and texted ***e*, waiting for her to either text me the apartment number or for her to come down to let me in.
I kind of gave her 15, 20 minutes. I got desperate enough that I texted *******y, the other girl presumably working that night. I got no response from her, or from ***e*, and so I left, heartbroken but with my wallet $160 fuller.
Later that evening *******y finally got back to me and basically didn't know what I was talking about. The next day ***e* got back to me and apologized because she fell asleep in the hotel room. I still don't know what happened, nor what the plan was. ***e* said *******y was there to work, but *******y said that she was bringing her kids over to stay for the night.
You know, a part of me thinks this is part of a ruse by, of all people, my parents. ***e*, or
"***e*," texted me about this party from a brand-new number, but I didn't think anything of it because she changes her number often. But now I think this was a dummy number set up by my folks because they know that I am a stripper hound. They wanted to see if I would leave the house or something. I haven't spoken to either girl yet, after all. OK, this is a paranoid part of me. But right now I have no idea what they're cooking up to get me.
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