You: Cute Guy, mid 30s, wearing a black wool cap, dark wool shirt and black slacks, nicely dressed.
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Me: 26, in decent shape, jeans and dress shirt, walking through downtown in the early evening last night.
Remember? You waled up the street, and we made eye contact... as we got closer and closer my heart was fluttering, it one of those situations where I couldn't decide who makes the first move. I decided it would be me, but you jumped in right as I was about to speak.
"Come With Me..."
And at this, we duck away into the alley behind the Terryaki place and I think to myself "Oh yes. Strange sex in an alley with a man who's name I'll never know." I was hard immediately.
"Don't fucking move, faggot. Give me your wallet."
The rest is predictable. Terror, crying, shame, etc.
Thank you Mr. Black Clothes, for taking me on an emotional rollercoaster and taking my $65 and my watch. Enjoy the crack or whatever else you'll do.
Let's do it again sometime, I'll bring the gun.