When Paula and Tami Went to Chicago in a Stolen Car Part 6

PUH-LEASE!!!, dear God, let me finish this story already. I never realized how long this story was until I wrote it down. So, to ensure that this is the last installment, I'm going light on the details.

After Tami left, the whole aura of the adventure changed, it got dangerous. Barry, Barb, and the babies (hereto referred to as BBBB) and I went to this "friend" of Barry's apartment. I can't remember his name but let's call him Shlameisel (there's a good yiddish lesson for you).

Anyoy-vay, Shlameisel lived about 15 miles east from Tom in a small one bedroom apartment. After we had been there for awhile, they started discussing who would sleep where. Actually, even though the apartment was small, it seemed pretty big compared to Tom's.

At some point, it was decided that the BBBB's would set up their refugee camp in the living room, and I would sleep with Shlameisel in the bedroom, where he had two twin beds......but then I realized he had pushed the two beds together while I was out of the room.

NUH-UHH! Not happening in this lifetime. When I was fifteen, I wasn't having sex with anyone, ....except myself. Let me tell you, I didn't lose my virginity until I was like eighteen. All the neighborhood boys would always ask if I was a lesbian with the hope that I would prove otherwise with their help....loved that approach, classic,.....but it never worked.

I, ofcourse, made Shlameisel pull the beds apart and put them on different sides of the room. He turned out to be a pretty cool guy and left me alone. Perhaps he sensed that I would cut his throat the first chance I got, which was true. Shlameisel was a perceptive dude.

The next day, the BBBB's went out, probably to roll a homeless person or something, and Schlameisel and I got to chatting. I was saying that I wondered where the BBBB's got the cash for the plane ticket. He tells me that they stole Tom's wallet and blamed it on me.

OH, NO, I don't think so! I walked 15 miles back to Tom's apartment, all by my little self, because I could not live knowing that Tom thought I stole his wallet. It took hours, but when I make up my mind, that's just the way it is.

When I finally got back to Tom's, he, being the beautiful man that he was, took me in and believed me when I told him who really stole his wallet. I am sooo glad I was brave enough to wander around Chicago by myself because if I hadn't, I would be sick about it to this day.

In the end, I called my mother and she wired me a Greyhound bus ticket home. My sister Beth met me at the bus terminal in Cincinnati. I was such a mess she made me walk behind her because she didn't want anyone to know she knew me, for which I couldn't blame her. THE END

When Paula and Tami Went to Chicago in a Stolen Car Part 5

Barry finally resurfaced late in the evening of our third day in Chicago. He said that he had been in jail for the last 72 hours. Apparently, the big red pimp daddy Buick looking car belonged to Barry's mother and he did not ask to borrow it. She reported it stolen. The police found the car in the parking lot of his mothers beauty salon where they had just busted him for breaking and entering. The police confiscated the car and everything in it, and threw Barry into the clinker where he probably slept more comfortably and ate healthier than we did.

Once he returned, we all packed up and left Toms. We ended up at a hotel further east on Lakeshore Drive. Tami had spoken to her mom, and she had to get home like that day. Both our moms were pissed, but I was better at avoiding mine. Barry somehow came up with enough money for one plane ticket home, and it went to Tami, while I stayed for a few more days without her. So, how did Barry come up with the money for a hotel and plane ticket? TO BE CONTINUED