Opening the door and sitting down I was greeted by an incredibly beautiful angelic being. Teresa greeted me with a smile and the words, “I am so glad to see you. I wanted to get stoned with someone and you’re the first person I‘ve seen this morning. We drove all the way from Sarasota and I always like to get high just when the sun is rising.” We meant Teresa and her daughter Izzy, asleep in the back seat. I was dumbfounded, after several days on a fast I was blessed not only with an offer of sharing a joint, but the chance to be in the company of a radiant friendly woman. I felt the gods smiling. Teresa handed me a small baggie and rolling papers, asking, “Can you twist one up.” My reply was short, “I’d love too,” as I grabbed the baggie and performed my artistry.
Just as soon as we finished our smoke, Izzy awoke and joined us in the front seat. She had just finished climbing over and sitting between us when a police siren broke the peace. We were being pulled over. Teresa quickly handed the small baggie to Izzy and ordered,” Put this down in your panties honey, I ‘ll go take car of the Man.” Izzy obeyed just as a Trooper approached the door. It seemed Teresa had expired plates. She quickly rebounded and announced, “ I’ve got good plates in the back seat. I just haven’t had a chance to put them on yet.” She got out and they searched the back seat for her plates. Finding them, the young officer scolded her but then offered, “ I got a screwdriver in the car and I can put your plates on for you.” Teresa joined him behind her car and I sat with Izzy.
Shortly Teresa rejoined us and uttered with a sigh, “He was nice but still a pig. He wanted me to leave Izzy with you and go with him to a motel room. I’ve seen this before. Cops just pulling over young women and offering to let them go in exchange for sex. I’m glad you’re here, I don’t know if I could have resisted his threats if I was alone.” I guess it was fortunate for both of us to meet up. I enjoyed the company and agreed to spend the day with them going to Key West and becoming sightseers. At the end of a gorgeous day, Teresa announced she was headed back to Sarasota and offered me a ride. We climbed in the car and headed up the keys.
I was having trouble accepting my good fortune. So much so, that I thought with luck this good, some dark cloud must be approaching. I caved in to my negative thinking and asked to be let out near Grassy Key with the flimsiest of excuses, “I’ve got to visit some friends here.” Teresa pulled over, gave me a buss and offered her address if I should ever want to visit Sarasota. She pulled away as I stood there thinking, “What the Hell‘s the matter with me?, I should have stayed with them.” Just another day in Paradise.