I worked at night and got off in the wee hours of the morning. One morning about 5 AM I picked up a SW on Independence Avenue. ..... The funny thing is that this happened to me twice with two different women. The second one got very frightened when she saw that I had driven to a park on 291 at the Missouri River bridge.
,,,,,,,,,,,,, Do I deserve a halo?
Originally Posted by JD Barleycorn
No! You scared the hell out of that girl.
Why?
Highway 291 and the Missouri River has LaBenite Park. In the early to mid 70's this Park still had a boat ramp with a drive down road right to the water. Many girls were found floating in the river down stream from the park. The police even watched the park to see if they could catch someone dumping bodies in the water at the boat ramp. Almost all of the murdered girls were picked up on Independence Avenue. The Kansas City Star was full of stories about the problem.
It was during this period that I lost my first wife to breast cancer. With children to raise as a single father I was not ready for dating and looking for a new wife; to soon after loosing my wife. Being a young man with masculine needs, I became good friends with several of the girls from the old Plaza Escorts. This was before Dennis acquired the agency. All of the girls were very frightened. One of my favorites told me she was leaving the hobby after a friend of hers was found in a car trunk. She asked if she could give my phone number to a girlfriend.
Now for my weird happening.
In 1976 I had a business meeting in New Orleans right before Mardi Gras. I expected to come home without seeing any of the Mardi Gras activities. When I called home the grandparents had the kids and told me they would like to take them on a trip for a couple of days. I said sure, I would stay in New Orleans and see the sites for a couple of days. When I went to the front desk, a first class hotel in the French Quarter, they told me that I couldn't keep the room because they were sold out, all of the hotels were sold out. They could give me a tiny room that they wouldn't normally rent. It was a sleeping room for the staff and it was more than tiny, but still the price of a regular room. They would rent it to me because I had been a part of the business group, and of course I was a special guy. There was a bathroom with shower, and a single bed you could barely walk around.
Well, to make a long story short I was having a drink and listening to jazz in the quarter when I happened to meet two college girls who had come down for the party on pocket change. Well, one thing lead to another and they both wanted to come back to my room for a shower. I said fine. They then said I could have sex with each of them for $10 each in spending money. (Remember the year was 1976 when $10 was worth a lot more then the $10 today. I got gasoline in 1976 in a central Missouri Gas was for $0.20 per gallon.)
I said sure that would be fun, and the three of us went to my room. I had finished with girl #1 and was half way through girl #2 when there was a loud knock on the door with a guy yelling SECURITY. Through the door he said that there was not suppose to be anyone in that room. I told him they had rented it to me and to check at the front desk. I would be right down to the desk in about 5 minutes or less. I dressed and left while the girls stayed in the room. When I got back they were still a little upset about having a knock on the door. There were college girls, and they were not into the hobby. I took them to Brennan's for both dinner and breakfast. It was my first double encounter.
JR