Hot Dream
Okay, so I'm a Cougar . . . lol . . . my friend, Annie, hooked up a young cook, who is, according to my estimation, an undercover cop of some level, even the local cops, asked him, when he was sitting outside the restaurants, waiting for Ann and I one morning the l last time I was in Kalispell, MT., if he was still working, something, close to undercover? Of course, I have had hundreds of agents, come my direction, because the cops always want to know what I am up to . . . always something! LOL! There could be worse things to be accused of being! Hard to think of, but possible! LOL! He is young, cute, mannered, smart, a great cook, helpful, clean, and just the type of guy you like having around. Hint, boyz! He and Annie have struck up quite a friendship, and together, they are in their element cooking, which suits me fine, seeing the only thing domestic about me, is that I, USED to own a house! LOL! So, the other day, Sunday, Michael, brings in a new friend, Josh, probably not his real name . . . I am sure to babysit me! He walks in, and I am . . . cute, cute, cute, former Iraq Vet, love those military, hot blooded, I'm hot blooded . . . You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind! LOL! Lyrics, Grand Funk Railroad--An American Band, in sync with what I am writing about! If it feels alright, maybe you can stay all night, shall I leave my key? But you've got to give me a sign . . . are you hot, manna? Sorry, just rockin' to the Funk! I'm hot blooded, just the way I like them too! Got a fever of a 103! Oh, yeah!
So, the four of us, have been hanging out, for the last two nights . . . Kalispell, shaping up, lots of fun . . . giving me ideas, that, I think, Annie, is starting to get a vision of! LOL . . . wink, wink, smile, smile . . . hey, I game, sure he's game, because he keeps telling the other three in this foursome! LOL! I was out of the loop for a while yesterday, and missed something, while doing some legal research and writing my blog. I am all business, when in that mode, much more task oriented, driven, focused, and able to compartmentalize when I am working, than most women, and more competitive. Josh, comes in, and asks me what I am writing about . . . you burping in front of me! LOL! The second I finished the blog, I gave him my computer to babysit him, while I read the Daily Inter Lake, to see what's going on. He can't pull up my blog fast enough to see, what I had written, and did I slander his good, or not so good name? LOL! He didn't say anything, but he was very intense reading it, always interesting to read what people think about you, especially, a woman, twice your age, and one you want to sleep with, but don't dare talk to! LOL! That's why they call me, bad company, til the day I die . . . Grand Funk again! Rebel souls, deserve what we are called, chose a gun . . . this guys is kind of militia type, which I dig . . . Six gun Sally, is our claim to fame! Bad company, and I won't deny, bad company, til the day I die! Probably more symbolic and true that I know! But, I am a risk taker, and their bad boys, haven't got me yet! LOL! I am always up to a new challenge . . . most of these bad boys, bad company, insiders' term for CIA, probably . . . that's okay! Bad company . . . for me!
Girlz Club, Processing Day, Dinner, Boyz Club . . . So, I'll Take Heartbreaker . . . She's Enough to Make a Grown Man Cry! Cause She's Bringing Me Down! Grand Funk . . . Thrill Seeker! Money Maker, Mover and Shaker!
Nice matters . . . No, COUNTRY MATTERS! I never let matters of the heart, get in my way, for doing what I think needs to be done, bringing down whomever, gets in the way of keeping America strong, principle driven, not pussy driven, so good luck boyz, bring you best, your brightest, your strongest, your most handsome, but good luck . . . I have been a ball breaker since the day I was born, man-eater, heartbreaker, ice queen, black widow, eating my mates after mating, and I am not about to stop now . . . sorry for their age! LOL! Jackyl, oh, yeah! Bring me your most ruthless, too! Fun, fun, fun! I have not met a Man for All Seasons, a Sir Thomas Aquinas, a Francis of Assissi, yet, among the government offerings, on the sacrificial alter of sex, love, and war!!!!! Because if I met him, he would be on my side!!!!!!! So, good luck finding the man, I would live and die for, just fun and games to me!!!! And I am into fun and games big time!!!!!! I have decided, that my dream man does not exist, in modern days . . . most of these guys are pussy whipped, sex crazed and that is how I can beat them, every time, and I am not talking about, having it for me, just letting women rule over them, due to sex . . . that is a weakness! Spies sell secrets for that shit, their weaknesses, Richard Aims, those little Mormon boys are not different, charged with the first espionage and sedition crimes--LA Field Office, With Love to Russia? . . . selling secrets to America's enemies! Just because they don't drink and smoke, does not mean, that a culture, known for being sexually repressed, will not fold, for the hot shirt, Honey trap . . . so, what is their use?
Annie warned Josh, who threw out hint after hint, about being more than able to serve my sexual needs, and it fell on deaf ears . . . not the way to get me, baby! Teaching me something I don't know, exposing an element of the government, that I need to know, to connect a dot, in favor of the REAL AMERICA, not some bull shit, version, counterfeit, Illuminati, CIA, fuckin' corrupt, pussy driven, crippled version of America, fuck NO! This guy, wants me to hook him up with some of the local boyz, militia types, and I know where to take him, who to send him to talk to, where their daughters work . . . two days gone . . . song, lyrics, must be a hit on me, and this Iraq Vet , is going to take out the Queen of Freedom for the double, the obedient girlz . . . FUCK NO! These bitches are not worth the effort . . . two days, gone, and assassination or hit, is to be done in the 3 day period, or the gig is off! I intimidate the hell out of the most hard core guys, why, because they know I am the real deal, everything they would like to be, everything they wanted their cop chicks to be, but are not! So, deal with it, Sweatheart, but, I can enjoy the time, you are trying to take me down! LOL! Too smart to endanger myself, with any guy . . . never left home base with Kennedy, or other hot guys . . . COUNTRY MATTERS! Sex is sex, and I can have that with anyone, anytime I want, on a daily basis, if I want . . . cheap thrills, no lasting pleasure, that comes form the higher pleasures of being committed to a worthy cause, which I am . . . better than any man, any day! And so much more fulfilling and satisfying, try it!
Sincerely Delicious . . . When a Man Loves a Woman
So, Ann and I digest the evening . . . probably with many ears, listening to the evenings wrap sheet, and I don't care, because I want men to know what women, real women think, not some Silicon Barbie, but a woman of substance, making real difference, with real needs, real loves, real passions, and real drive, real purpose, and real goals, that go beyond comfort, beyond, risk and safety, beyond family, beyond friends, beyond almost anything, to the lofty goal of freedom, not only for Americans, but all mankind! So, listen up boyz and learn. Ann feels me in on, shit I missed during the day, and I tell her my reaction to whatever. Dinner, by the way was amazing! Ann and Michael make a killer cooking team, and I appreciate a great meal, as much as any man, who can be won through their taste glands! But, as Ann and I are talking, I keep glancing at the TV screen, for secret messages, from on high, from my Intel Man, the best in the spy business, God! And, the name, Seth Meyer, keeps flashing before my eyes. I don't know who Seth Meyer is, and I am sure, I should know, not much of a pop culture queen, nor a TV watcher, but that name has total symbolic significance to me . . . Seth Foote, is an FBI agents, who fucked me over in St. George, lying with the rest of the crew, saying that Rachel, or one of the lying bitches, are me, when he has seen me in COURT and in person in the FBI Field Office . . . song . . . I'm going to walk like a man, going to talk like a man . . . so the Booby Prize Girl is the Winner . . . Gets to be ME! FUCK NO!
My son-in-laws name is George Mayor, and he is, most likely, CIA, and he figured, years ago that I didn't know much about the FBI and CIA, wrong, wrong, wrong, even though at the time I was back in the D.C. area, watching my grand kids, while my daughter had an operation, I was still in the period of my life, that I was under the false impression that I was going to die . . . however, I was not brain dead, like many thought, and I was soaking in data, like a computer. But, George, allegedly quit his job, as a government contractor, but who he worked for, was not who paid him . . . cover, cover, cover . . . and he stated that he had to go to Langley, CIA, headquarters, he didn't say what was housed in Langley, but I know, to quit his job, or do something with his job . . . and when he got back, he gave me an official CIA, coffee cup! Nice, I had that on my desk in St. George, Utah, until the government shut down my entire practice . . . NOT, but they thought they had . . . I-Corp Marine, client, cowboy biker, Allan Rex Bess, saved me from total demise . . . probably the reason he was murdered, and Delta Intel was brought in to destroy me! Allan wanted to die in battle, he did for the woman he loved, and probably the only TRUE RED, WHITE AND BLUE MAN, I have ever met, and loved! Said he wanted to marry me, the first time he saw me . . . we both bleed, Red, White and Blue . . . Damned RIGHT! Mourn to this day . . .
One FBI, One CIA! Stroking Egos! LOL!
No good day goes unpunished by the government! I tell Annie, whom I suspect of being an agent also, like she lived in Langley and Quantico, headquarters for the spy machines . . . oh, no, she said, I am a nobody. I was just a low level, government grunt with an abusive husband, keeping my head to the grind stone . . . yeah, yeah, yeah. But, she tried to dispel the notion that these boyz were undercover, hint, hint, hint . . . that means they are, undercover and she is trying to protect them! Youngsters in the agency and the company. Okay, Annie is nurturing and a care taker . . . I am anything but, but game good, bring it on! LOL! I take Michael and lay down the reasons he could be, his assets, and contributions to the programs. No comment, and Josh, easy! LOL! The agencies, would like to think, that each guy they send my way, is getting closer and closer to the type of guy I would like . . . ah, morals, values, commitment, loyalty to country, principle driven, not a shirt chaser . . . allegedly, Josh, was a faithful husband through seven years of marriage, but he couldn't give his wife kids . . . always put kids first . . . so, get that one out of the way, so she cheated on him. SOB . . . whatever, works! LOL! So, that is how we left the night, fun, entertaining, enlightening, informative, getting her back scene take on things, and time for bed, exhausted.
I have this dream, not of Josh, but of Michael, which struck me as very, very strange. Now, last night, Michael was texting Ann, and he mentioned that he was sick, might need to go to the hospital . . . nice, if figured out, the agencies, the company, pulls the agent off the case, once compromised. In fact, when James Kennedy and I were in Butte, I told someone, I was pretty sure, he was a fed and working me undercovers, or that was the plan! LOL! Shit, I should have jumped on that one . . . those damned morals of mine, wanting more than sex, but love, shit crazy! In the movie, Wild, the main chick, Reese plays, meets a hot guy, who looks about what I think Kennedy would have looked like with his shirt off, and makes love to him, and I am sitting there thinking, what the fuck was I thinking? Maybe . . . he could be an assassin? A bounty hunter? Yeah, that is why I didn't do anything with him, and I was playing my cards differently with him, wanted more than a roll in the hey, with this well hung, farm boy!!! LOL! But, the day after I mentioned that he was undercover, I saw him down by the bus station, and he was screaming to or at someone, and I figured that he was telling them, headquarters, not to take him of my case, to give him another chance, or so it seemed . . . he stopped screaming when I got closer, but he, after avoiding me for a while, started up again, but from a bit of a distance and didn't talk to me . . . I am a born interrogator! LOL!
Michael's Sick . . . Pulled Off the Case . . . Might Take a Job in New York!
I said, I think I am right about Michael, he is undercover, according to this dream I just had . . . Michael, had his head shaved, and was sitting in a chair in front of me, without his shirt, and I started to rub his shoulder . . . it is true that I am a young man, but old enough to kill . . . Grand Funk! But, I start to give Michael a shoulder a massage, then I rubbed his back, his pecks, and he seemed to be enjoying the attention, and the touching . . . 2 and 2 are on my mind, if I have to kill to live, I will . . . if not the soldier, then your enemy . . . lyrics on! But, my message from the dream, was that, I was right about Michael, and Josh for that matter, but it was Michael that we spent the most time talking about, analyzing and dissecting! Don't you just love girl talk guys? If only you knew, but I was sure that there were ears listening, I never said anything hurtful, in fact, quit flattering, actually. But yeah . . . definitely! So, hard to bear, heartbreaker, so hard to bare . . . sorry, listening to music, that seems to be reflecting exactly what I am writing or pertainent to what I am writing about, fits! Thanks, Grand Funk!
So, Ann drops me off at my office in Playplace Land at McDonald's, where the crew is used to seeing me, and welcomes me back into town; however, this time, some guy, I didn't recognize, welcomed me back, and I thought, one of theirs, he will witness to the lies, that it is Rachel or the Booby club, that was here, not the bad ass con law chick! ME! What's new . . . but, Ann rushes off to the Samaritan House where both Josh, who has a car, and Michael are staying, to regroup, and decide what their next move is . . . probably to get me and Josh a lone, so he can do whatever he is being paid to do . . . not really hard to be with me, and he learns a shit load, very teachable, I would say. Good looking, smart, used words, I would not think someone that was a auto machanic would normally use . . . larger vocabulary, give away, but, okay, so he is a spook! That's flattering, whatever, fine with me, dig smart dudes! Even undercover . . . heartbreaker, taking me down . . . he should be flattered by me too! LOL! Don't get badder! LOL!
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