{"id":1054,"date":"2005-06-11T07:56:00","date_gmt":"2005-06-11T14:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beltdrivebetty.com\/wyzwmnsworld\/?p=1054"},"modified":"2010-09-29T18:31:03","modified_gmt":"2010-09-30T01:31:03","slug":"i-deampt-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/?p=1054","title":{"rendered":"I deampt&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">I dreampt I was young and slender again<br \/>young slender and still hot<br \/>with waist long thick thick hair<br \/>and eyes so brown they are almost black<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m wearing a beat up old brown leather jacket<br \/>10 year old trim fitting jeans and a white razor back T<br \/>and well fitting comfortable boots<\/p>\n<p>I am a thug<br \/>er rather<br \/>I am a descendant of street thugs<br \/>I am one of the 6th generation<br \/>of people that have migrated to this country<br \/>to have a better life.<\/p>\n<p>I walk into the store close to closing<br \/>I bypass the owners holding court for their many admirers<br \/>I take the stairs and narrowly miss being caught by the cameras<br \/>Security rides the elevators and the maintenance lifts<\/p>\n<p>I wander around the third floor<br \/>racks and racks of name brand coolness<br \/>designer clothes to appeal to men and women<br \/>with time on their hands and money to burn<\/p>\n<p>I know only the hard core rider with money comes up here<br \/>and I\u2019ve already seen the crowds around the likes of Paris Hilton<br \/>and Lindsay Lohan on the first floor<\/p>\n<p>I stride past the racks of Hilfiger and Harley Davidson clothes<br \/>I disappear into the ladies washroom and use my knife to<br \/>slide open the lock on the door to the supply closet<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\"><br \/>I nestle into a niche<br \/>between the boxes of toilet paper and tampons<br \/>relocking the door from the inside<br \/>I hunker down for a wait<\/p>\n<p>At 9 PM the store closes<br \/>I hear the security announcements<br \/>and the teams of radio operating security guards<br \/>roving back and forth across the floors<br \/>making sure no one is left behind<\/p>\n<p>Security even comes into the Ladies to check<br \/>that no one is sitting on the john <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">with their feet pulled up <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">they are smug in their thoroughness<\/p>\n<p>by 10 PM all is quiet and I exit the closet<br \/>and head for the office<br \/>I stretch out on the leather couch in the Owner&#8217;s office<br \/>and go to sleep<\/p>\n<p>I awaken at 4:30 to the sound of the alarm on my watch<br \/>and I slip behind the wall the into the hidden closet<br \/>that I&#8217;d helped the Owner design when we were kids<br \/>from behind the wall, thru a peephole<br \/>I watch the custodian clean the Owner&#8217;s office<br \/>under the watchful eye of 2 gun toting security guards<\/p>\n<p>When they are done and leave<br \/>I head back to the third floor Ladies<br \/>knowing that it&#8217;s already been cleaned and I can<br \/>safely lock myself back in the closet<br \/>I hunker down again and go back to sleep<\/p>\n<p>I wake again at 7:30<br \/>this time on my own<br \/>and step out of the closet<br \/>I stop and smile as I realize that at this time<br \/>there is no one in the store<br \/>not even the crack security team<br \/>there is just me<br \/>and the camera&#8217;s<\/p>\n<p>I wander through the rows of merchandise to the escalator<br \/>silent and waiting to move the day&#8217;s patrons<br \/>I slide down the handrail to the second floor<br \/>and lengthen my stride as I head for the grand staircase<br \/>to take me to the main floor<\/p>\n<p>I know the cameras are missing me<br \/>it&#8217;s the computer program that one of the Owner&#8217;s and I designed<br \/>it receives sensor signals from objects that move where they shouldn&#8217;t <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">and how they shouldn&#8217;t<br \/>but the isles and grand staircase aren&#8217;t picked up <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">as they are too obvious<br \/>unless the person using them <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">is running or skulking<\/p>\n<p>I walk down the grand staircase with confidence<br \/>and stride to the front door of the store<br \/>I spot 3 people walking by the front of the store<br \/>so I push open the double doors<br \/>bringing on the urgent sound of the alarms<\/p>\n<p>I saunter along on the sidewalk<br \/>looking for all the world like one of a group of 4 people<br \/>headed home after a long night of partying<br \/>while police cars descend from all directions<br \/>to aid the crack security team<br \/>find the culprits<br \/>the thieves<br \/>the people trying to ruin the dynasty<\/p>\n<p>Hours later I come back to the store<br \/>I enter with no problem<br \/>and climb the main staircase to the 2nd floor<\/p>\n<p>There I spot Greg and Derek the Owners<br \/>holding court&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I grew up with these men<br \/>Greg &#8211; young lithe and muscular<br \/>the life of the party and the hard core brains<br \/>the moneymaker<\/p>\n<p>Derek &#8211; older, quiet reserved,<br \/>bald and well built, muscular<br \/>wrap around shades and a white goatee<br \/>rarely speaks and when he does his voice is like gravel<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">the brawn<\/p>\n<p>Greg and Derek have grown up to open this 4-story empire<br \/>it&#8217;s a motorcycle shop the likes of this world has never seen<br \/>one large city block, 4 stories high<br \/>all chrome and shiny<br \/>miles of leather<br \/>and every kind of high-end part<br \/>a body could want on his ride<\/p>\n<p>Greg has prided himself on having the highest paid<br \/>crack security team on the planet<br \/>he&#8217;s made his money dime by dime <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">fighting every step of the way<br \/>and nobody is getting nothing for free<\/p>\n<p>Derek sits on the sidelines and quietly watches<br \/>he understands what drives Greg<br \/>and he supports and upholds Greg&#8217;s decisions <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">they have, after all, made him rich<\/p>\n<p>they are celebrities now&#8230;<br \/>often surrounded by celebrities and paparazzi<br \/>They don&#8217;t often have time for old school<br \/>for the thugs and family they once were<\/p>\n<p>I wiggle thru the crowd surrounding them<br \/>and bring myself to the forefront<br \/>Camera\u2019s flash as Greg turns to me<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Little Bit, what are you doing here?&#8221;<br \/>I shrug<br \/>&#8220;I ain&#8217;t got time for games today girl&#8230;.<br \/>I&#8217;ve got meetings with the board of directors<br \/>and Trump is coming by for lunch&#8221; <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\"><br \/>I glance over at Derek all tanned and strong<br \/>sitting slumped and unhappy<br \/>on the seat of a 2005 VRod&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I suppose you don&#8217;t have time either?&#8221; I ask<br \/>He just shakes his head no&#8230;as Greg answers<br \/>&#8220;he&#8217;s after that ghost again&#8230;you know? the one in the news?<br \/>something sent the sensors and the cops<br \/>into a whirlwind at dawn again this morning&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>he shakes his head as he turns away from me&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;that&#8217;s the 25th day in a row&#8230;and them high dollar suits in security<br \/>can&#8217;t figure out what the f&#8230;.just what are we paying them for?&#8221;<br \/>he says, as he turns to walk away<\/p>\n<p>Derek stands to join him<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I was in the store last night&#8221;<br \/>I say,as they continue to move away from me<br \/>Derek stops mid stride<br \/>and they both turn to look at me incredulously<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;you what?&#8221; Greg says<br \/>as Derek growls&#8230;&#8221;L&#8217;il bit?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I was in the store last night&#8221; I repeat<br \/>&#8220;actually&#8230;I&#8217;ve been sleeping in your office for over 3 weeks&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>silence broken only by the pop pop of camera flashes<br \/>&#8220;I popped the front doors open at 7:51 this morning when I left&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;come with me&#8221; Greg mutters as he grabs my arm<br \/>Derek moves to my other side<br \/>and they begin to escort me<br \/>out and away from the reporters<\/p>\n<p>a smile begins to dawn on Derek&#8217;s face<br \/>&#8220;it was you?&#8221; he growls<br \/>&#8220;who else?&#8221; I smile<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\"><br \/>and I awaken.<\/span><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I dreampt I was young and slender againyoung slender and still hotwith waist long thick thick hairand eyes so brown they are almost black I&#8217;m wearing a beat up old brown leather jacket10 year old trim fitting jeans and a &hellip; <a 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