After the divorce from my last wife ever, I built a house in North Berkeley for my kids since I lost the last house I built for them in the divorce. It took me a few years to get the house habitable but I did manage to buy the house, move it on its lot, build a new lower floor and remodel the entire house even though I was totally disabled at the time. In the end the house was sold because I lost my disability payments and could not afford the mortgage. I did not have the time to find room mates to pay the mortgage with me so I just sold it. I didn't make any money on the sale but I did get my costs back.
I had a lot of friends help me with the building. I called in favors from my contractor friends and anybody else that could help me. I fought with the city of Berkeley as usual on the design and construction. That is the way everything is done in Berkeley. You could have a perfect design and the best construction team in the world and the City of Berkeley will find something to fight with you over. There is no winning way to cooperate with the City of Berkeley at all for anybody. I had to sue them at one point for one house I was building. I won the lawsuit and they are still angry at me over it so they hassle me even more than most people get hassled by them. I do things right though so they have a hard time picking on me despite all their attempts to make my life difficult.
After the house was sold I had no place to live in Berkeley so I moved in with my girlfriend for a short time. Then I decided to end my life yet again. My plan was to go to Mexico and blow the little bit of cash I had left and then take my life down there. I just could not live with the constant pain anymore. I cleared up all my affairs in California and bought a one way ticket to Cabo San Jose Mexico.
On the flight to Cabo San Jose I sat next to a 23 year old girl that had won a free trip to Mexico by winning a Sorority House contest. I started to talk to her during the flight. She told me all of the wild things she was going to do when she got to Mexico. She was thinking spring break madness all the way. She was extremely excited as she had never traveled anywhere before and here she was traveling alone to a foreign country to party big time.
I almost was not allowed on the plane. The ticket agent that checked me in at San Diego refused to allow me on the plane. I looked terrible I must admit. I had sky high pain and I was taking a couple hundred milligrams of morphine. I was holding my breath and then taking huge breaths. My eyes were all red and my pupils were all dilated. I must have looked like a junkie to her. However the woman behind me in the line was a doctor and when the airline representative told me I would need a doctor to clear me to fly the woman behind me pulled me aside to find out what was going on with me. I told her about my high pain and what meds I was taking. She just happened to be a pain specialist for Boston General Hospital. She gave me a quick check up and then told the airline that I was cleared to fly. They had to let me on the plane after that.
The girl sitting next to me was fun to talk to. I really enjoyed talking to her all the way to Cabo. I was feeling so depressed and she was feeling so excited that some of her enthusiasm rubbed off on me and cheered me up quite a bit. During the landing coming into Cabo the plane made a sudden severe course correction that caused most of the passengers to scream out loud. My friend was already scared and she was holding my hand when it happened and she crushed my hand and she let out a howl as the plane swerved and the engines roared. It only lasted a few seconds before we touched down with a hard slam and bounced to a stop in the tropical downpour going on at the airport. She finally relaxed her death grip on my hand and we stood up to deplane. We said our goodbyes and then I noticed that she was only wearing a thin white cotton Indian dress. We had to walk from the airplane to the terminal and it was pouring rain outside. I thought wet T-shirt contest. I offered her a raincoat since I had an extra one with me. She declined my offer and we walked off the plane and ran to the terminal. We got soaked. I thought it felt great. I love warm tropical downpours. My friend however had a problem. Her dress totally disappeared. She was entering Mexican customs and immigration essentially totally naked and she had a hot young woman's body. The Mexican men could not stop themselves. They rushed the rest of the passengers through as fast as they could and they stopped her for special checking. They all crowded around her and went through her things as slowly as they could. They kept making her stand up with her arms straight out and turn around slowly. They were basically just gang raping her in their minds. I tried to offer her a jacket but they would not allow me near her. I was forced by them to abandon her there. I felt terrible about her treatment but there was nothing more I could do.
I was met at the airport by the ride I arranged in advance to my hotel. I asked the driver if he could do anything to help my friend and he laughed and told me she would be there until her dress dried and there was nothing anybody could do. He assured me that she would be safe, just embarrassed by all the attention. We left the airport and went to my hotel.
It was still raining really hard. This was the worst storm to hit Baja in decades according to the news. The annual rainfall for the area is nine inches and we ended up with over fourteen inches by the time the storm passed. There were floods on the road. We had to detour around them. When we arrived at the hotel there were buckets scattered throughout the lobby catching dripping water. I checked in and went to my room to take a shower and put on dry clothes. At least the room was dry and the water was hot.
I rested a few minutes to let my meds kick in after my shower and then I went down to the hotel bar to see what was going on in the hotel. I still felt and looked like shit.
When I walked up to the bar there were a bunch of Canadian men in their seventies and eighties sitting at the bar drinking and watching a young woman cry down at the end of the bar. I looked down at her and sure enough it was my girl friend from the flight down. She was crying her heart out. I went over to her and said hello and I assumed that she was upset by the way she was treated when she entered the country. I told her I was sorry for the way she was treated but that it was over now and she needed to pull herself together so that she could start having the wild spring break party that she had told me she was looking forward to. She turned around and put her arms around me and thanked me for trying to help her. Between sobs she said she wasn't worried about the airport thing anymore. She even laughed a little about it and talked about how it excited her just a little bit the way the men leared at her. Then she told me to look around the hotel. I glanced around and it looked like a geriatric retirement home in Alberta Canada for dirty old men. This was the season for Canadians to head south to get out of their cold winter and the hotel was full of them. I told her that and she laughed. She pointed out to me that I was by far the youngest person in the hotel other than her and I was old enough to be her father. She then started wail away again while hanging around my neck with her head buried in my shoulder. I wanted to laugh but I restrained myself. She kept telling me that she knew I couldn't understand her depression over the fact that her sunny spring break party full of hot college boys had turned into a funeral for uncle Billy. If she only knew I thought. She had no idea that I was as depressed as I was.
She was still soaking wet and her beautiful young body was totally visible to everybody. The old men could not take their eyes off of her. I could hear the big chunks of rust hitting the floor as they got their pink steel up for the first time in decades looking at her standing there crying and heaving her chest. They were all giving me the look to go for it with her. I offered to help her take her things up to her room so that she could put on some dry clothes and then I told her I would take her to one of the spring break type hotels so she could still have her wild party. When she told me that she had no money to pay for another hotel I told her I would pay it for her. She declined my offer of paying for another hotel but she did agree to go get cleaned up. So off to her room we went.
Once in her room I had planned on just dropping her bags and running back to the bar but she asked me to stay because I was cheering her up. I agreed to stay for a few minutes. Then she just stripped off her wet clothes right in front of me. I averted my eyes from her awesome body but she just laughed and said I have already seen her naked for the last hour so what was the big deal with her taking off her clothes in front of me for real this time. It didn't bother me that she was naked. I had lived for months at a time on naked beaches. I just averted my eyes for her comfort. I just watched her after she told me to stop averting her with my eyes. I was comfortable with nudity if she was. She was nice looking. A few small pieces of rust were slipping out of my shorts by now.
I was not trying to hit on this young girl. All I wanted to do was to help her out. I felt so sorry for her the way her dreams of a fantastic vacation had been dashed so far. It could have happened to one of my own children and I would want somebody to help them. I was just doing what I thought was the right thing to do. I did not want to be a dirty old man. She was making it difficult for me though. She jumped out of the shower and toweled off right in front of me then asked me what I thought she should wear to dinner. I just shrugged and told her to wear anything she wanted because she was on vacation and she should do what made her feel happy. That may have been too encouraging for me to say to her because she paused for a second then she just looked at me with a mischievous grin and walked over and put her arms around me still steaming from the shower. All I can say is I am weak and despite a valiant effort on my part, I could not stop her assault. We did the wild thing right there. Afterward, we showered again, together this time, and she put on a sexy halter top with a tropical wrap and we went down to find out what was for dinner. All the geriatric Canadians looked a bit disappointed when we returned fully clothed this time.
It poured for the next three days. It even hailed one day and the ground was all white. The roads were mostly closed so we were stuck in the hotel. The pool was off limits because it was full of storm debris. There was no television or anything because the electricity kept going out and cable tv was just a dream in maybe another month. The storm did a lot of damage to infrastructure. So my friend and I ate drank and made love for three days straight. We did have fun. She was very happy and energetic as long as I kept the talk away from her spring break plans. On the last day of her wild spring break she was all packed up for leaving when the rain stopped for a few minutes while we were waiting for her ride to the airport. She rushed outside with a reflector to intensify the fifteen minutes of sun she would get for her whole trip. Then after a quick hug, she was gone.
I always wondered what she told her sorority sisters when she got back to school about her free trip to spring break. If she did tell them what we did then she sure didn't mention that her boyfriend she found was older than her father. She did have fun and so did I. She may have even saved my life because it was the first time since my pain began that I was not thinking about pain twenty four seven. I seriously needed that respite. My life as a single man was just beginning though.
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