Border Crossings
1 The Real Story
27 June 2016
A-RI.
Imagine me whispering that in your ear, all drawn out and breathy like that first time in the club. Remember that night? Does it still make you horny like it does me? I’ve danced on the laps of a thousand men since that night and you are the only one I came with. I can’t believe it’s been three years.
Ah well. That was then. I haven’t even seen you in six months! You haven’t forgotten me, have you? I’ve been good and I’m not stalking, but I had to write to you. You went around the fucking world! Without me! I read every word you posted on your blog. I loved the pictures! I wanted to be with you. I wanted to take you around the world. (Get it?)
I know. I still have two years before I get my degree. But maybe we could have another couple of weeks together before school starts this fall. I’m focusing on my education and I’m working weekends, socking away the money. No drugs. No alcohol. No partying. At least not much.
A girl’s got needs, you know?
I even had a boyfriend for a while. The sex was good, but… He was so insecure. When he found out what I do for a living, he dumped me. Then, you know what he did? He had the nerve to show up at the club with a bunch of friends to watch me dance! I don’t care about that, but when I refused to do lap dances for them, he got all pissy. Big Jack took my side, though. Told him that if he didn’t think I was good enough to date, it was up to me if I didn’t think he was good enough to dance for. While he was lecturing them, I took off. I didn’t want to go walking out to the parking lot after the club closed and have a gang-rape waiting for me. Jack’s good about walking us girls to our cars, but I didn’t trust my ex not to hit him from behind. Or follow me to a lonely stretch and run me off the road.
That’s behind me now. The ass flunked out and hasn’t been seen since.
So. Anyway. I read about your trip. Come on, Ari! I know that wasn’t all that happened! I know you. We’ve been sharing things for years. But when it comes to this trip, all you talk about is this temple you saw and that monastery and some art museum.
Where’s the real story? The one where you fuck cute girls in every country you visited? Like you did me.
I want the details. All that primary research you did. Remember? Remember my taste? Remember what it felt like to sink your cock into my nineteen-year-old pussy? Am I still the youngest girl you’ve fucked since you started traveling?
I’m twenty-one now. I don’t want you to forget me. But I want to hear about the girls of the world that you had on this trip. You know how the idea of other girls turns me on. Write it for me, will you, Ari? Please? Just for me? Maybe I could come to that nudist park you’re headed to this summer. I could take a couple weeks right before school starts and read the story. Okay?
Kisses,
Alice
THAT’S THE eMAIL I got about two days after I finished my round-the-world adventure. And yes, I’ll bring Alice to the nudist resort where I’m living for the summer. Mmm.
This book is based on the true story of my trip around the world. It’s the story Alice wanted to hear. Reality and fantasy are all one to me. It’s the story of my life, the way I imagined it. Which is to say in bits and pieces, and through rose-tinted lenses. When something reminds me of someone I knew, I sort of get lost in the memory for a while. So, the adventures in this story get interrupted as I drift off into memory.
I SUPPOSE I should explain some things before I jump into the middle of the story. Especially since this is book three and you might not have read one and two yet. Read them in any order. I’ve always wanted to travel. I wintered in Hawaii this year and, with a little encouragement from Alice, decided I’d keep going west around the world. Alone. Alice. Amazing young woman. She keeps cropping up in my life. We both agreed, though, that I needed to make this journey alone.
Alone is what I’ve been since the end of my last marriage a few years ago. I’m looking for my next future ex-wife. Yeah, sometimes life sucks but sometimes you find a girl who will, too. I bought an ‘around the world’ airline ticket to take me from Honolulu to Bangkok, Bangkok to Athens, and Amsterdam back to my Pacific Northwest origin. I figured I’d just take the train across Europe. The bonus was that I could stop in any of the cities where I had to change planes. Hence my time in Japan and Iceland.
I’m a writer and at the end of my last marriage, I woke up to an epiphany. I could write anywhere. Duh! So why was I doing it from a basement in Seattle? Treasure and I sold the house and I bought a truck and travel trailer. I hit the road. I’d been on the road two and a half years when I decided to just store the truck and trailer for a season and keep going west.
To extend my travel around the world, all I needed was my computer and cell phone. The cell phone was worthless for phone calls. Who would I call in a country where I didn’t know anyone and couldn’t speak the language? But you can buy prepaid SIMs with at least 100mb of data usage in almost any airport in the world. It’s hard to use 100mb of bandwidth on a cell phone in a week if you aren’t watching movies and downloading music. That hundred megs bought me access to Google maps on my phone and that was how I managed to navigate.
I spent Sunday night in Honolulu because it was cheaper to book one-way from the Big Island than to include the trip in the ticket around the world. Go figure. Monday morning first thing I was at the airport with my backpack, my Panama hat jammed on my head, and my passport in hand. The JAL flight took off at nine a.m. and landed in Tokyo at one p.m. Four hours. Cool, huh. Except nine hours had elapsed and it was the next day. Stupid International Date Line! I lost leap year! So, March 1, 2016 found me in Japan.
ALL THREE Wonders of My World books were first released as serials at StoriesOnline.net. They owe a huge amount to the volunteer editors at that site and to the continued comments and suggestions of my readers. I originally wrote Border Crossings before I wrote either US Highways or American Backroads, but now you have access to all three. This could easily put a travel bug in you! Will there be more? I’m not done traveling yet!
So, this is it. The memoir of the avatar of the pseudonym of the alter ego of an author (Parse that!) who has been around the world and over the top. I hope you enjoy my adventures as much as I have! Or almost as much.
And my disclaimer: Only the names, places, and events have been altered to protect me—I mean, the innocent. Now let’s get on with the show!
Enjoy!
Aroslav
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