Off the seat of a bicycle
Chapter 25    the sex try: outline of a sex set-up
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My three-day sentence was an experience in not shaving, but little else came of it except community service through the probation department. Now there’s a pot boiler of nonsense; the probation department, thub.

My probation officer was a cutie brunette, and they tried to create a sex offense using her. Evidently ‘sex’ is an oft-used police tactic … after all, the create-a-crime boys are always ready to expand the charges, like a credit card company tagging unwanted fees onto the bill.

I’ve been respectful of women all my life, and respected my mother, my sister, the girls at school and every woman I ever met. I wasn’t forward sexually with any woman, unless the opportunity was mutual. But like any ordinary man, I would look down a blouse if it was offered. Hell, why not, a man enjoys looking at a nice pair of nips stacked atop a well-turned ankle.

At the very least, I have a humorous vocabulary about sex, so here’s how the sex ploy worked. Entering the probation office, she darlin’ed a big smile at me, and the guy sitting at her desk pretended to be jealous as he left and closed the door.

Without saying a word, she stood up and walked around the desk, right up to me, real close, showing obviously that she wore no bra, and her nipples stood out … and I took a big gander at them sweeties. Why not, she was pretty and those things were cute. Just as I was contemplating what gesture might further the offer, I heard a bump at the door and realized somebody was poised to enter. I knew instantly what was up.

Make a note here for yourself: the sex-girl never said a word to me … it was all in my head, right? This is the essential point of a sex offense. The issue is not whether she was wearing a bra, or approaching me, or pointing the Doppler radar at me, no, the issue is whether my mind would see that as an invitation. It’s all in the perpetrators head, get it?

I informed my lawyer about the incident and he said, ‘they [the police] were supposed to stop doing that,’ so I knew it was a regular trick. But you know how dumb I was; I still thought that girl liked me and stopped by her office on a scheduled appointment and brought a piece of artwork like it was show-and-tell in the first grade. What a fucking stooge I was at 23. I’m sure it goofed her away from me, as if she wasn’t laughing hard enough already. But lonely men are suckers for love and gee what a wonderful match; the sex-trapper and bike rider cozied-up for a thrusting run at love.

Later I realized the police had pulled the sex angle at me before. Yes that explained what happened. We were sitting in our regular pizza booth, same year they tried the drug set-up. You see, this girl showed up at our table for the second night in a row. The first night she stood at our table for a brief moment and I thought one of the guys there knew her, and they might have known her because people were sitting anywhere. I didn’t recognize everybody.

The new girl was quick the second night too. She walked up, and, just like that, she intentionally leaned over, as a genial part of the conversation, and showed me her bra-less chest and then turned and walked out. It was kind of in the context of the conversation so it seemed ‘normal’ enough, being the college atmosphere and all. I thought about going out after her. But I didn’t. Remember again, this girl never spoke to me, so leaning over showing me her chest was ‘all in my head.’

Girls had given me the tipple-and-run before. For god’s sake I shot baskets on the hardwood more than once, but it was always within the quasi-mating dance and with someone I knew. At the pizza parlor however it was a total stranger and she wasn’t flirting … she was openly inviting sexual contact with a stranger. But I never liked the ‘cold-liver’ approach to congressional legislation, preferring shared feelings instead, and that’s why I didn’t bite the bait.

She likely would’ve gotten me off somewhere, enticed me to touch her, and then cried ‘sex assault.’ I bet a lot of men have gone down that road. Look what happened to Tupac.
Tupac had sex with a girl one night, then the next time they went up to his hotel room with a couple other guys, she cries ‘forcible sodomy’ and he goes to jail for three years … I swear if a man is deviated socially and targeted by the police, then that man will have ‘sex’ run at him so they can put him in prison.

Remember, if you’re on the edge of legal issues, be wary of the sex trappers.

With two failed sex attempts spilled on the floor, the police must have been steaming like a 25 year old virgin getting head at the nudist colony, anyway they started following me everywhere and I was getting paranoid.
Chapter-26) Followed by the police
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