Well it's Friday, no need to PG rate anything. I have a pretty steamy tale for y'all, come one, come all and here it goes.
It is a down right cold day, over lunch hour I went over to The Junction for lunch. There goes this lady in the shortest of dresses I have ever seen and I can't help but wonder isn't she feeling cold? It takes me down memory lane, I have worn my share of below the ankle dresses which still got me mistaken for a lady of the night. Being a Thursday, let me take you down memory lane with me on a few of my past encounters with Nairobi's 'ladies of the night.'
So he drove by past me in his German machine, at neck speed. Yes he did! He slowed down just to see if possibly I would flag him down to ask for a lift, but hell no there's no way I'm going back into that cycle again. I'm getting ahead of myself, let me go back to when I first got acquainted to this German machine. It was a particularly cold morning in early December 2014. Here I was new to what has become my dream home, but also the start of a loudly boring life. Things would change momentarily when I met Michael and his sleek Mercedes E230 CGI.