She Blamed It on My PTSD Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

She Blamed It on My PTSD Pt. 02

... okay?"

She stood up to go and I stood up and I hugged her and she hugged back.

She patted my backside and said, "See you soon, hon."

I stood there until I heard some chuckles coming from the direction of the kitchen and started walking towards the entrance. I stopped and I could hear the hustle bustle of the vendors hawking salmon and fresh tomatoes from the other direction.

I felt like I'd just been run over by a freight train. Her face my God, green eyes, some freckles, red hair in a ponytail and her demeanor.

I had to go back to my hotel and change. I had to turn in the rental car and get something for five. I found a place in South Lake Union, where I could buy a mitt and some baseballs. I didn't really know if we're talking little league, babe ruth or high school or all three. Well I'd have to adjust.

Growing up we were dead poor, my mom did not work, dad tried to sell insurance to virtually everyone the city of Seattle and was mostly a failure. Two grandmothers injected money plus my maternal grandmother, built B-17s at Boeing. She lived with us before she passed, but we got her surplus card. There were stores, where you could giant bags of puffed rice and puffed wheat, that were eight or nine years old. Mystery meat in a tin, that was purple. My dad said it was mutton. In contrast Spam was pink and good fried. This stuff not so much. Mom would put it through a meat grinder and add some hamburger and uncooked oatmeal. It kind of smelled like old ...

... roadkill to us boys, back of the mouth gag inducing taste.

Where did that come from? In my room finally and the phone rang and the front desk was saying there was guy waiting with a Ford Bronco to swap out with my Toyota Camry. After I swapped car keys and showed the guy where the Camry was parked and he pointed out the Bronco, I asked the concierge if there were available computers and there was a business center. I accessed my Hotmail account. There was an email from the realtor in Boston, four potential sales.. I responded, best cash offer.!!!

I had begun trying to work with mindfulness stuff that you could get from an online from San Diego State university. It was supposed to center me through breathing techniques to eliminate pain. It helped me to focus for running and workouts. I had waking awareness, constant awareness of a never ending grief over the deaths I went through, homelessness and my cheating ex-wife. Before the shit happened, her love, not just physical love, but her affection was the best time of my life really.

Now this woman sits down and looks at me and I felt safe and lost in her eyes and I felt vulnerable and exposed and I wanted to feel that way. I had to do this and hope something was finally going to happen that was good for me.

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