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Dudester

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&quot;Son, what you need is a high dollar hooker.&quot;<br />
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I couldn&#39;t believe my ears. The Police Chief I worked for was telling me to do something illegal. No, he wasn&#39;t trying to set me up. After ten years of friendship, he had assumed the mantle of father figure. He had actually told me that we were going to have a father and son talk.<br />
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I&#39;m getting ahead of myself.<br />
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Everyone has a story. Mine is the story of a bright, but high functioning autistic, kid with a dream. Trapped in a small town, the dream was to escape the town and live in a big city. To that end, I studied hard, never partied, and never took the chances that a lot of teens take. Because of my autism, I don&#39;t understand things in the abstract. I only think in the concrete. In layman terms, I don&#39;t know how to lie or deceive.<br />
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A scholarship to military school was step one in the escape plan. Soon after graduation, I joined the military. Things took on a life of their own after a CID Officer found out that I had a top secret clearance (a post boot camp assignment), that I was multi lingual, and I had a background in communications, explosives, and electronics (military school).<br />
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I was a strip club frequenter, but that was all part of my cover. It was beyond a challenge to live like that, but my contemporaries never asked about the week or two absences, and that made it easier to keep my secrets. Because the other deep covers knew I had difficulty deceiving, I was assigned a role. It was very much like being an actor playing a role, only I played it from my first waking minute until the minute I fell asleep. Truth be known, I didn&#39;t sleep much.<br />
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Towards the end of my first enlistment, the entire operation came to an end. I was finally free to be myself. The only problem was that the guys in my unit knew me only as my assigned cover identity. I made it through those eight months struggling with a girlfriend relationship that was crumbling.<br />
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When I transferred to the reserve, it was a fresh start-sort of. Had I known how to build a life, I would&#39;ve done that, but eight years of day in, day out, military existence was all I knew. Towards the end of my reserve time, I wrangled a transfer to another branch, in Military Police.<br />
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Why am I telling you all of this ? To illustrate that I wasn&#39;t just a straight arrow, but that I never ever strayed from the path. Never once did I consider trying anything remotely illegal. I went from Military Police to City Police, and ended up working the streets for ten years. It was during that decade that I had a long term relationship with Kristi.<br />
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Kristi was the daughter of an Air Force lifer (career), but it turned out that our decade together was a lie. Kristi had hidden from me, all those years, that she was a raging nymphomaniac. She wasn&#39;t the first to keep a secret from me like that. Nolan knew how I had been betrayed. It was his feeling that relationships weren&#39;t my forte, that it would be best for me to have emotionless sexual relationships.<br />
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Overcoming a lifetime of being a straight arrow had made me incapable of calling a hooker and pretending not to be something I wasn&#39;t. Hookers have radar and I would set off the radar of a &quot;professional.&quot; To that end, I started going to strip clubs, but with a whole new mindset. For decades, I had gone to strip clubs, but with a look-don&#39;t touch attitude. I had never even considered taking a girl out of a club.<br />
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Times were changing. It was the late 1990&#39;s and strip clubs were no longer a hands off operation. I was blown away the first time a stripper grabbed my hands, put them on her boobs, and told me I was free to touch. I started experimenting with the notion.<br />
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St, James had a pair of trailers in back. I was still with a PD. I received a couple of hints that I should try the trailers out, but I was hearing rumors of coming raids. I didn&#39;t want to risk jail and loss of career. Finally, Police forced the removal of the trailers. Soon after, I left the PD and started therapy.<br />
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A few years later, on a lark, I walked into Houston Dolls. I was surprised to find that the place was a bordello pretending to be a strip club. I was no longer a cop, and I jumped at the opportunity to have sex with a very eager stripper. I returned weeks later, but that girl was too busy. No matter, someone was eager to take her place.<br />
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A few weeks later, I returned again, but this time I met Kat. She and I instantly clicked. We not only enjoyed each other&#39;s company, but we had great sexual chemistry. With my income of the time, she became my regular every three weeks. After several months, I brought up the idea of spending the night together. She confessed that she had thought the same thing, but she didn&#39;t want to be too forward. Late in the year, we had our first overnighter.<br />
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I had come a long way. What I had done was completely unthinkable a decade earlier. Kat ended up being my ATF for two years before she took a powder. She had given me the confidence to go after a raving beauty like her.<br />
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After a lifetime of being a straight arrow, and seven years after getting Nolan&#39;s advice, I was partaking of new lifestyle. I had a new mindset and it was like being free after living life under a dark cloud.</p>