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Some nights I strip down to a long skirt or pants with no top or bra, and I sit outside with a beer watching the cars pass. If they slow down or stop, I go inside, lock my door, and draw a pencil line on a piece of paper to count tally. Tonight there are already three tallies for stop, six tallies for slowed down, and one tally for ‘propositioning me’. I feel like an exhibitionist, and I know it’s dangerous…but the desert eagle strapped to my upper thigh, hidden under my skirt billows, reassures me that I’ll be fine and dandy. Safe fun is fun fun……as long as it’s safe for me.
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