Power Sex--What Do I Mean?
This morning, as always, since I noticed that someone had already compromised my new place in Missoula things moved, toilet seats up, like a woman would never do, my towel hanging over the shower, moved or hanging strangely different, not the way this anal retentive former graphic artist, and spatially correct dresser placer and towel hanger, took a shower, as I have for the last week, since I noticed the towel, in the dark or with a little bit of light, shining from the light in the hall, barely enough to see what I am doing. Paranoid, no, but not going to be the spooks in my house, entertainment for their sexual deviancy!
If you have seen the new 300 movie, the one about the Spartans fighting with the Persians, with a female captain or military leader, as ruthless as any man, gets with the famed male leader of the Spartans, and in a combination of sexual attraction, respect and hate, power their frustrations out with each other in a battle of the sexes, for dominance one over the other--that is what I mean. The sex in just about love, or even just a physical act, it is about power, control, dominance and advantage over the other person, in a very competitive game of war.
A war that I have been fighting for about 6 years, ever since, I miraculously recovered from the last time I tangled with the feds, when I got the best of them and took out 9 federal agents and investigators; however, I paid for that thrill with 8 years of my life and a death sentence . . . but GOD, in his great wisdom, decided it wasn't this warriors time to depart this earth. So I am well familiar with my dwellings being searched and bugged, and who knows what else they have done to keep an eye on me, literally, to taunt, intimidate and track my comings and goings . . . but I am wise to them, and this particular time, I played their game better than they did, in this area of sexual power, and it was, rewarding to say the least.
Jack The Ripper
At the time, I was going back and forth between Montana and Utah, Montana and Arizona, trying to move up to Kalispell, but every time I thought it was the last time I would have to go back to Utah, it wasn't, so as a consequence of that, I was never around to set up and permanent residence, and not worth getting an apartment. So I was kind of couch surfing and sleeping in my truck or car, depending on the time either before the Iron County Sheriffs, with the help of Delta Force Marines, right out of retirement at NORAD, took my truck, to stop this 4 state tracking game, or after then wouldn't let me register my new car or used, until the seller got a new title, which he never got! On purpose, because the U.S. Supreme Court, in USA v. Jones, the case I heard the day I was sworn into that bar association, held that the FBI could not put a GPS tracking device on a vehicle, it violated the 4th amendment . . . so these not so cleaver agents, arranged with the DMV in Great Falls, to leave the ownership in the guys name and just put me down as registering the car, but not owning it . . . go figure, until I got the new title, that never came! With ownership, and permission, the cops could put a GPS tracking device on the car, and circumvent the new or enforcement of the old constitutional right to privacy and freedom from unreasonable search and seizure of the vehicle, while not actually taking it, giving them the ability to know where I was 24/7.
I was stuck in the Walmart parking lot in Kalispell, without money for gas, and food, when I met Jack, the first ride on the first trip on this bus, that wasn't free, but all the drivers who are now good friends, just didn't bother to tell me for a year and half, when they pointed out, it is banking or checking at Glacier Bank that is free. So, I had mistakenly seen a bus that said free on the advertising wrap, and saw about four cop cars searching the parking lot, I would assume for me, since there was nothing going on, and no cop agency really wants someone who sued cops for $56.7 million, whether right or wrong, they don't want a civil rights attorney in their jurisdiction . . . maybe I am wrong, but it seemed a bit curious that 4 cops were cruising up and down the isles looking for something . . . and I always, error on the side of safety, that is why I am still kicking around, foiled 3 sting attempts in the last two days, so booking it out of town, to an undisclosed location, getting lost in Montana, like their sticker advises.
Jack is Either Mafia, CIA or a RED--Retired & Extremely Dangerous
After debating with me over the upcoming elections, Mitt & Obama, Jack takes me to dinner, cheap as he is, Dairy Queen, on Idaho Street--they, cops, federal or local and state, always cheap shot it, either because they have money and they want you to like them for them, not for their money, or they are cops, and their salaries, used to not be great, so they got a little on the side, by way of kickbacks, asset forfeiture, or other under the table stuff . . . but that is beside the point. Jack said, after hearing my tales of woe, that if I would stay with him, he would protect me. That night, his alleged son-in-law he didn't recognize, who was about 6'7", named Demetri, showed up out of the dark, to whisk Jack away from me for about two weeks, training, assignments, instructions, hit, or whatever, this man that had proposed to me, the night of the elections, until Obama & I won, that was told I would be more likely to take up arms and ride with the Montana Militia, than ride off into the sunset with him!
Finally, Jack tricked me into a nice bath, and what was suppose to be two queen sized beds, which magically turned into one, with the statement, I am not going to share a bed with a woman I can't touch, so warm bed or cold car . . . a girl has to do what a girl has to do, and believe me it wasn't much, but it had been about 5 years since, I had left my other federal agent husbands, and the last one I never did have sex, marriage was a business deal that he thought he could change . . . so, I was taken back that I actually did enjoy being with him, to the limited extent I was. He was a gracious host and didn't push much, so I survived the night with the Big Bad Wolf . . . it is not nice to eat Little Red Riding Hood, Mr. Wolf. LOL!
New Hot Games, The Second Time I Stayed With Him
Red flag number one, Jack never had a place, always stayed in a hotel, allegedly had a house in town, but lost it, so he always stayed in a hotel or motel. This particular time, Jack was staying at the Blue & White Motel in Kalispell . . . it was one level, and had rooms on both sides of us, perfect for surveillance. I am all about playing for the cameras, he doesn't think I know about. So, I am going to put a show on for the boys, and take control of Jack who is going to have a hard time taking control of me, after the feds did a female circumcision on me, back in 2000, when they poisoned me too, pay back for taking out their agents . . . but don't get me wrong, I have not trouble getting turned on, in fact, I am writing this, so I must have been into the power of it, just as much as the sex. Women like me, dig what they can do to me, a total power trip!
Previous to this, I had never used sex, but I had never thought I was being used to put me in a sexually compromising situation, to come back later if I ever ran for office, or was made a judge, or basically used to blackmail me. I was going to reverse the tables on these guys, watching Jack and I, and on Jack too, being part of this scheme to defame, discredit, compromise, or threaten with exposure . . . I decided I would use the skills that I had either read about from other women, or had learned over the years my self to make the CIA viewing audience a jealous of Jack as I could, and make Jack putty in my hands, or mouth or whatever it took to really get him and them . . . it worked.
The First Night Was Just A Warm-Up For the Second
The first night, Jack left the TV on, but he is a big guy, and I think the way the light worked, their plan didn't work. In the morning, I noticed that there were two Optimum fiber optic vans, outside the door, one on each side of us, so using nanotechnology, on fiber the size of a hair, probably would expose the whole room, but the lighting was not right. Now why did these vans stand out . . . because they had Utah license plates on them . . . that is not a Utah company! Take it from someone who reads signs, trucks and license plates, I believe they have been bought out by Charter, but they are not a Utah company--big time red flag, but porn star I can do . . . under the covers!
Jack's friend Sam, came over to pick us up for breakfast, and noticed the two vans, and said, I am starting to believe you on this surveillance thing, did you notice the Utah license plates, hell, yes! So he only validated my suspicions. The next night Jack switched sides of the bed, and left the bathroom light on, much closer, and much more powerful and revealing light. All the better to show off my skills with the Big Bad Wolf . . . but Little Red Riding Hood is much more than a pretty face . . . backfires. Smart girls don't work harder, they work smarter, and that is precisely what I did, I will let you fill in the details.
Panting, moaning, begging, words of love, desire, repeated acts, on and on through the entire night, totally one sided, however, but all is fair in love and war, he was actually the one who exposed his weaknesses, to the point of embarrassment, and I would believe that every man or woman watching was fucking dying. I loved it, power sex . . . who is playing who? I sure as hell was demonstrating weakness, but their own man. And to rub it in, I got up, got dressed and thanked him for the sex education and said, too bad the favor was not returned . . . to humiliate him in front of his peers! LOL.
I bet he has relived that night a million time, will never get it again, for that is part of the game too . . . the best he ever had, at least for one night! LOL! I bet my Mormon, Relief Society sister, who just got an eye job, will not want to take credit for this night! LOL. This man has since seen me, and still begs for time, for marriage, to be with me, to hang out, come over . . . never going to happen, darlin, that is part of the game! You chose to play it, and I won, or I would be begging you, I am not that weak! LOL!
How Does the CIA, FBI and Other Intelligence Arms of the Government Justify This Behavior?
They actually have trainers, which I would believe Jack was and maybe had been for years. They get these cads or womanizers, that most women will fall for, and then they trap the woman, wine and dine, hunt, track, prey on, and try to own, all for the learning of the troops of up and coming cads who are hired for their looks, their dicks, their ability to attract the opposite sex, maybe the same for they justify their actions and behavior for the country . . . or to show off their skills to their underclassmen and women . . . yes, those sexy spies in the movies have motives and assignments too, don't be fooled, women play dirty too.
I just out CIAed the CIA. LOL! I can compromise love, sanctity too, I have kept my jar of hearts also . . . I am very skilled a taking down the enemy, have my whole life! And I am good at it. So, just realize, that if your guy is a match for me, I am also a match for your guy, and can possibly take out one of your assets and render him either helpless or useless, and in love, compromising your whole mission! You see, your men, are still hanging on the old fashioned idea, that sex is about the body, being turned on by the body, not the largest sex organ or the brain, so while your men are least expecting it, they are getting tangled in my webs, talking about politics, the mountains, government, family, etc., about anything you like, I am a guys type of girl, not prissy, but tough, smart, outdoors woman, game, and fun, so better get a new game boys, you just got the anti upped . . . got to train more than about conquering a woman's body, you better send smart enough guys to get the brain . . . many have tried and many have failed . . . work on the knowledge part of attraction . . . I don't do stupid well, even in agents.
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