The Georgetown Deception

Georgetown is a commercial shopping center that was located around a mile from where I had lived for nearly twenty years of my life. I dreamed that I was living alone in the single-story house that sat on a one-acre property that was semi-wooded. It had a circle driveway and a little stream that ran through it. 

I had converted my bedroom into a home office, where I painted and did creative writing. Although it was the same home I had lived in for such a long time, everything seemed off and strange. For example, in the yard where I had planted Austrian pines years before, there were palm trees growing. 

Much of the technology was strange, as well. Everything looked vintage and outdated. It seemed that this was an alternate reality where technology hadn't advanced beyond the early 1990s. 

Anyhoo, as I was painting a picture of a bundle of pink spoons, I looked out the window and saw an owl and a falcon perched on a branch, staring at me. 

Just then, the rotary phone rang on my desk, startling me. I knocked a porcelain unicorn off the desk, and it crashed to the floor, breaking into pieces. 

When I answered the unexpected call, a strange and sinister voice told me that there was "an opportunity" for me at Georgetown at the consulate building. The voice didn't give any specifics about the "opportunity", but it sounded urgent and that I would benefit from it greatly. I was to meet someone named "Ad" there to discuss details.

In a rush, abandoning my painting project, I immediately left the house in my rusty 2011 Ford Escape. It was only after I had gotten to Georgetown that I realized something. I hadn't gotten dressed, and I had arrived booty ass naked. Thankfully, I had a grey fleece blanket with me in the Escape, so I wrapped myself in it, and I wore it like a toga. 

I had parked in a parking lot at Georgetown, which surrounded the consulate building, which had a tomato garden just outside of it. There were retail stores wrapped around the parking lot area. The shopping area had several restaurants, a grocery store, bowling alley, a gym, and various other "ma and paw" shops. There was also a two-screen movie theater, which was currently showing "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood" and "Cruel Intentions". 

Having never been inside the consulate building before, I didn't know where to go or what to do. There was no one standing around outside, so I went inside. There was a waiting lobby inside with a secretary desk. Looking around the room, there was all sorts of Italian decor, flags, and tomato-based propoganda posters. It seemed that this was an Itialian consulate office building. 

The secretary was a beautiful young brunette woman with deep brown eyes, and she looked like she could have been a water fairy or a mystical nymph.

"Hey there, honey! I'm Ilayda. How can I help you?" Ilayda said in a thick Italian accent.

"I'm here to meet someone named Ad about an opportunity," I replied. 

"Who? We don't have anyone named Ad here," said Ilayda. 

Confused, I decided to sit and wait in the waiting room, to see if "Ad" would show up. 

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Hours later, no one showed up looking for me. While I waited, there were several other people that came asking the same thing. They all left once they found out there was no "Ad" there. 

I did notice a poster on the wall, however. It advertised an opportunity for joining a "marinara mafia" in Italy. Curious, I went back up to Ilayda and inquired about the marinara mafia. 

"The tomato people are multiplying too quickly, and Madame Mandy needs help keeping the numbers under control. If you join the mafia, you'll learn how to massacre the tomato people and turn them into marinara sauce. There's plenty of money to be made, and it's an ideal opportunity," explained Ilayda. 

"I'll consider it. Is it okay if I keep waiting for Ad to show up?"

"Sure," smiled Ilayda. 

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A couple more hours passed, and still no Ad. Growing anxious and impatient, I wandered out into the parking lot that surrounded the consulate. As I continued waiting, a barred bus pulled up in front of the building. 

Armed guarded escorted a line of very uncanny looking people, who were piled into the bus. One of the guards shouted something about deporting the deplorable tomato people back to Italy. 

As the bus pulled away, I noticed other people wandering around outside the consulate, apparently waiting and confused. So. It seemed I wasn't the only one waiting for this "Ad" to show up. 

One of the wanderers was a gorgeous dirty-blonde woman with blue eyes. Dressed in daisy dukes and a pine green sleeveless shirt with a white falcon graphic on the front, she was carrying around a tan vintage brick cell phone.

She called someone on the loud and clunky phone, and I was within earshot, so I overheard her conversation. 

"It's Kat. Is my sister there?" A moment passed, and a female voice came on. 

"You're still there?" asked the other woman. 

"Yes, Bekah. I think I've been stood up. Again," said Kat. 

I could hear Bekah laugh her ass off. "He's just wasting your time because he can." 

"I'll wait a little longer, then maybe go to the gym," said Kat in an annoyed tone. 

Kat hung up, and we locked eyes as I had been staring at her legs. We were both standing in the brutal parking lot, the unforgiving concrete beneath our feet. We both had sandals on, which didn't provide much comfort for our aching feet. Growing weary from standing around, waiting in the unforgiving environment, we both went inside the waiting room to take a seat. We "randomly" sat right next to each other, even though there were plenty of other empty seats. 

Although I didn't know her at all, I felt an instant connection that I couldn't quite explain. We both felt comfortable sitting next to each other, waiting for an opportunity that we knew wasn't going to show up. 

"Would you like me to massage your legs?" I finally asked awkwardly? 

Kat smiled at me, flunk off her sandals and put legs up onto my lap. As I stared into her sparkly blue eyes, I massaged her legs, starting with her feet. 

Slowly and sensuously, I rubbed her calves, moving up to thighs. So soft. So squishy. Legs for days! 

I swear if Kat didn't purr as I pressed against and rubbing her inner thighs. She freaking purred. 

Suddenly, I felt eyes on us. I quickly turned and saw Ilayda the secretary staring at us, wide-eyed with wonder. Was she waiting to see what would happen next? 

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A couple hours later, it was time to go our separate ways. We had been deceived into believing that an opportunity was coming our way, but nothing ever happened. No one showed up for either of us, and Kat and I were left confused and waiting with no clarity or certainty. 

Kat left to go to the gym. I decided to change the direction of my life entirely, and I decided to join the Marinara Mafia. 

Perhaps I would see Kat again some day. Perhaps not. There seemed to have been a connection, but perhaps this had only been a fantasy, a dream. Nothing more.