So, here I am in Cary, NC visiting my family for the Thanksgiving holiday. This morning I decided to whip out my skates and skate to where we'll be having Thanksgiving dinner and then back to my mom's house. Of course, I have no idea where I am going in Cary, and looking at the map now, I realize that I went the completely wrong direction, but that is besides the point. Anyway, so out I skated into the foggy morning with only knee pads and wrist guards for protection. It was rough going at first, because the sidewalks were covered in pine needles and fallen leaves, but eventually I made it to a pretty nice stretch of cement. I turned around after diving into a grassy little hill in front of an old folks' home when I got nervous about stopping on a steep hill (hey! that's why they teach us the monkey roll!). I was wet, dirty and getting tired, so I started going back home.
When I was halfway back home, I came upon a little office complex inlet and a white car was at the stop sign. I waved for the driver, who was talking on his cell phone, to mosey on, but he waved back at me and even backed up a bit to let me pass. How polite! I waved my thanks and skated on. When I came to the next inlet, the same little white car was there with the same driver still talking on the phone. I laughed and shrugged at him, because it was strange, but all these little inlets always seem connected somehow. I didn't think anything of it, until I looked back and saw his fist moving quite rapidly up and down in his lap. Seriously? Again, I say, seriously?
The sidewalk ended just a little bit after that, so I had to skate across the road to the other side. I turned back and saw the white car pull out of the inlet and up into the next street right in front of me. I paused on the sidewalk to fiddle with my skates and to see if he would drive on. A little orange car pulled up behind him, so he had to drive away. What a relief! I skated on, but saw the little white car again with the same driver on the phone at the next street! This was getting a little ridiculous.
I kept having to pause to fix my toe stops, which were jingling quite a bit, and I was really hoping the guy would not follow me all the way home. I was coming up to a big intersection, where I would have to turn to the right. I looked back and the white car was waiting at a street watching me. When I turned to the right, he pulled out and also turned right. He pulled into the next housing development inlet. I paused, got my phone camera all ready, and when I skated past I attempted to take his photo! His left hand was holding the phone (still!) and the right was very active in his lap. When I held up the phone, he raised his right hand to cover his face. By this time, I had started yelling at him. I called him a [expletive deleted] pervert and, because I had had a chance to memorize his license plate, I started yelling that out at him too.
When I paused after passing the car, he backed up into the development. I decided to chase him down the road. I was still on skates, with loose turn stops, so I kept to the grass for some traction. He continued backing into the development and then backed into another road off to the left. I backtracked up the hill and decided to hide behind the bushes at the opening of the development. When he slowly pulled up, I jumped out and clicked my phone camera. I wanted a photo of his license plate too, but when I tried to skate over to that, I noticed that he had opened his car door.
This is where I decided to retreat. If I had been in my sneakers I could have been a little quicker about getting the license plate and running off, but on skates I just felt so limited in my mobility and not in control of my feet. I also was not stable enough on my wheels to stay and engage this pervert in debate on the pros and cons of stalking wannabe derby girls! I started to skate on and he closed his door and drove on up ahead of me into the next inlet. This guy would not give up! Luckily, I was really close to home so I was able to lose him by timing my escape into my mother's development while he was turning around to wait at the stop sign. Once in my mom's development, I skated as fast as I could to get home and then I lost a toe stop! [Expletive deleted.] I frantically skated back for it, sliding along the damp blacktop. When I got home, my mom encouraged me to call the police, which I did. I made my report and they are now on the lookout for the pervert.
So this was the start of my Thanksgiving. I know it will get better, because I have some really good food and wine waiting for me. And after all that, this is the only clear shot I got of the sex fiend. I submit to you Exhibit 1 for evidence:
11 comments:
Rachel, this masturbating in cars must be common. I had the same experience here in LA. Fortunately (or unfortunately) I was in the passenger seat!
holysmolly! that's quite a story. glad you got back home safe and reported that ass to the cops!
Daisy - Completely baffled by your masturbation story!
Brain - Also glad I am home safe! I thought I was done for when he opened that car door! Yikes!
In other news...if a women masturbates in public it is a felony...only a misdemeanor when a man does it. Huh? WTF people?
Wow..sorry you had to experience that..but I am glad you made it back home without a hitch...and hopefully they will find him and tell him to kindly (expletive deleted) off!!! and them give him some sort of ticket!!!
In all seriousness... sorry to hear that you had to deal with that freakazoid. Men are pigs. My earlier post was simply to insinuate that I've been hanging out with a pervert in LA.
Whoa on the felony vs misdemeanor thing... do you have a link to that info?
I do not have that info on a website. You can do the research. I am just going by what the cop told me about the law in NC.
Wow, that's crazy, ridiculous, sexist, you name it! Glad you filed a report.
This happened to me leaving a mall parking lot when I was 16. I was driving my Mom's Suburban and I could see down into his car while he was beating off. Luckily, his passenger window was down, and I had a big ass Diet Coke in my hand - which I chucked through his window all over the bastard. It still repulses me just thinking about it, but hitting him with icey, sticky soda made me feel a LITTLE bit better. Unless of course he's a masochist, in which case he probably loved it even more. EEWWW!!!
Wow, that's quite a story! I hope they nail the guy.
Wow...Rachel being a rogue undercover cop in her spare time!! Crazy, dangerous, yet thrilling. Hopefully you scared the crap out of him and he'll think twice about stalking girls on roller skates!
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