Ever have somebody make you a really weird offer?
(You could/couldn't refuse?)
I was in The Pink Elephant - a biker bar in Monte Rio California in the mid 1980's drinking and chasing tail. As luck would have it - a nice lady (we'd probably call a cougar these days) took pity on my drunk young ass and had me follow her to her place - which was in the hills (literally) outside Monte Rio.
The house was up on the side of a rather large hill - accessible by a wooden staircase - probably 50 or so stairs. We went up to the house and we did what drunken strangers sometimes do.
In the morning - she made coffee and expressed that she had had a wonderful time - but she "needed to get back to the house".
This confused my befuddled head. I asked for clarification.
Turns out - the stairway continued up the hill - to the main house. (Accessed by a different road). We were in "the guest house". She lived in the main house - with her husband....
Then came the offer.....
Would I like to rent the guest house? She named a VERY reasonable price. And - it would come with "fringe benefits". I would be free to do as I liked - bring girls home - and she would be OK with that... And - from time to time - she would visit and spend the night - and hubby was OK with that.
Errrrrpp....
I passed.
If it sounds too good to be true - it ain't.
Somewhere - there was a catch.
I wasn't willing to get sucked up into whatever weird shit they had going on.
(You could/couldn't refuse?)
I was in The Pink Elephant - a biker bar in Monte Rio California in the mid 1980's drinking and chasing tail. As luck would have it - a nice lady (we'd probably call a cougar these days) took pity on my drunk young ass and had me follow her to her place - which was in the hills (literally) outside Monte Rio.
The house was up on the side of a rather large hill - accessible by a wooden staircase - probably 50 or so stairs. We went up to the house and we did what drunken strangers sometimes do.
In the morning - she made coffee and expressed that she had had a wonderful time - but she "needed to get back to the house".
This confused my befuddled head. I asked for clarification.
Turns out - the stairway continued up the hill - to the main house. (Accessed by a different road). We were in "the guest house". She lived in the main house - with her husband....
Then came the offer.....
Would I like to rent the guest house? She named a VERY reasonable price. And - it would come with "fringe benefits". I would be free to do as I liked - bring girls home - and she would be OK with that... And - from time to time - she would visit and spend the night - and hubby was OK with that.
Errrrrpp....
I passed.
If it sounds too good to be true - it ain't.
Somewhere - there was a catch.
I wasn't willing to get sucked up into whatever weird shit they had going on.
