A day in the DR life of the Sage

[The Sage]

I rarely do trip reports, but MisterNYC wanted details of what happened after he left. I got through the first day and a half and it read pretty good. Thought your guys might like to read an alternate take on single vacation travel to the DR.

You leave and I go to POP to pick up the wife. She complains that I really don't want to see her because I've been sooo busy this trip. The baby is with the father until Saturday and she wants to hang out. Being without a running buddy I decide to be nice. I promise her she can stay for the next 3 nights. We head to Ary's place on the beach for beers. One hour later Tampa walks up saying he told be he was headed down. He's staying for 8 days. There go my plans with the wife.

We all go to Classicos Wed evening. The waiter leads me to "the booth". Chino is thrilled to see the wife because he thinks she's cute and he teases me unmercifully about how much better she is than Joanna. We stay until closing. Tampa goes home alone. We go back to the apartment for a night of good rest and great sex in the morning.

Thursday - Tampa convinces me to dump the wife and do a night on the town. I tell her I rarely see my amigo and want to hang out. She agrees. I give her 1,100 to go shopping and she's thrilled.

After she leaves I contact K thinking I'll go to POP to hit that before clubbing with Tampa. Suddenly I'm overcome with the desire for a happy hour. K agrees to bring a friend. Before I can head to POP Tampa calls me. Feeling selfish I ask does he want to come to POP provided he takes one of the girls. He agrees. We meet K at Aguaceros. She brings a friend named Yeimy who is the best example of flacacontetasconculo I have seen in some time. I take her, Tampa takes K and it's off to the Cabana. Yeimy puts her back into it twice over. She's not distracted from the task at hand even when K is calling saying she has to be at school at 4:00. Shit Yeimy and I go at it another 30 minutes after K first calls. She hung in there for as long as it took me to get mine. Quite a trooper. Highly recommended with a great and I mean great body.

After we get back to Sosua we head over to Passions for beers. Peter has got a Denise (my ex) look alike with this fabulous ass, great small tits and a beautiful smooth stomach. It’s her first day on the job. I do what I've never done before and pay for an onsite massage with Monica. Very good time indeed and money well spent. On the way back to the hotel I see an amiga who agrees to hook up later on. She is to call me at 11:00.

Tampa and I head to Classicos at 10:00. I catch sight of Jennifer, Yuni's friend, and the hotel crew drinking at a floor table. Jennifer gives me a big hung. After our previous night together and lunch on the beach she is now my best friend. She sits on my lap, embraces me, I have no doubt who I'm leaving with tonight. There's just one problem. She is fucked up. Those chicks had a Corona bottle full of Tequila. They had been drinking all night. I down a couple of shots and sit there with Jennifer draped all over me. Okay its 12:00 am, lights come on it’s time to go. Jennifer and I walk out together. I sneak away for 3 minutes to make one last call to my amiga who had neglected to call. No answer. Suddenly the black guy who was once a used car salesman in the states jumps off a moto announcing an after hour party. He hands me an AI type bracelet. I go looking for Tampa who is nowhere to be found. Jennifer spots me and now I have a drunk girlfriend again. We jump in the truck and follow a moto carrying to chicks to the party. The place turns out to be the apartment complex C and her little sister lived in when we met them. The road that was a lake when we where there has been resurfaced. The complex itself is beautiful. There is a huge pool with a bridge that leads to a bar in the center. The black guy who is sponsoring the set claims to be managing the place now. He says he has apartments for $30 a night. Next time I’m in town I will take a closer look at the place in the day. It’s a bit off the beaten track, but if the rooms look as good as the common areas $30 would be a bargain.

Everyone is crowding around the bar and being registered and given wrist bands. When this was finished the bar opened. I’m thinking a after hours club in the DR who would have ever thought it necessary. There are about 40 people there most of them women. Jennifer and I are milling about. There's a soft rain. As often happens with drunks Jennifer is visited with an intense need to take a leak. She starts asking the women around us where the bano is. One takes offense to being questioned. Wants to know why Jennifer is talking to her since she hasn't in the past. I spend the next 10 minutes trying to stop a fight from breaking out. Finally Yubi and one of Jennifer's other partners show up and help calm things down. Able teases me the next day saying the rumor is two women were fighting over me. I explain to him that I'm just not that special. After taking Jennifer to the bano I bring my drunk friend back to the bar where she promptly takes a seat on one of the short wooden pylons that served as secondary seating and proceeds to get sick. Me, Yubi, and another friend take care of her for the next 30 minutes. Finally I decide it's time for her to go home. She has stopped throwing up, but looks like she feels like shit. I tell her we're going home to sleep and I will not be in need of her services. She asks why not and I'm simply look at her chuckle and give her a big hug. I get her back to the apartment clean her up and put her in the bed. We sleep like babies. In the morning I'm tempted, the girl has such a fine body, yet keep a grip on my resolve. I get her out of the bed about 11:00 and give her a ribbing about being an alcoholic. She claims she is not. I make a bet with her that she will not be sober the next time I see her. She says she will. I don't see her for two days. Saturday night she calls me a 12:00 am to tell me she is in SDQ and will not be returning to Sosua until November. Basically she has left to clean her act up. I've had a lot of interesting experiences in the DR, but this is the first time I've helped a chica go into rehab. There is rarely a dull day in Sosua.

Okay that’s if for now I’m tired. I don't know how you guys do this. This shit is hard work.

[continentalmike]

Good reading.. keep it up!

[whynotme]

Good reading.. keep it up!

what he said.

[Mister NYC]

The Sage: Thanks for sharing my man! If I can do it, anyone can. I hate work like this, but at the end it's all fun as it captures all the good times with the bad, if any.

On a side note, I'd like to finally bang Yubi and the new friend. I guess we get our share of the new ones.

[Bug Boy]

Sage,

Would it be too much to ask for a few pics to accentuate your fine written report?

Also this 30 hotel are you able to provide more info as to its location and perhaps a #?

[Freak In Black]

This story is the reason I know I have yet to fully experience Sosua. So many stories...so different. With me it's the beach, Lou's Bar, Europa, Classico, Passions and all over again. All 5 trips.

[gdogg]

Great job, Sage. Fortunately for me (and unfortunate for others), I know how this man rolls! I can imagine his action without seeing pics.

[The Sage]

CORRECTION. I knew this shit was reading too good. The section below is actually part of Friday's action. My over stimulated just barely off of vacation brain got the time frames screwed up. Because of the early bar closing the days were shorter by about three hours. You didn't have that dead time between 9:00 and 12:30. Barely had time to visit the Casino after dinner. Basically dinner at 8:00, the Casino at 9:00, and Classico at 10:30. At midnight you were back to the crib. On those nights before the after hours spot I'd get home about 12:15 have a couple of drinks with my companion and then fall asleep. One memoriable night Joanna, more on her later, and I got drunk off about a half bottlle of 8 anos Bacardi and OJ. Joanna wants to go out to the pool at Club Residential, where I was staying, and have sex. I wasn't that drunk, but I did agree to go out on the balcony naked. We never got around to doing the do. All we accomplished was a lot of drunken laughter. Problem was my apartmnent overlooked the pool and was within earshot of the entrance. Our commotion on the balcony led to a knock on the door my both the guards. After that we simply passed on drunk. In the morning Joanna claims complete innocence saying she never ever would have asked to have sex in the pool. We got quite a laugh out of the entire experience.

All in all the curfew was not that bad. I'm glad I was there to experience it. Yes, the party ended early and on some nights that was a slight drag. However, since all of Sosua was now getting more sleep the days were energized. Chicas you never saw before 5:00 pm were now out at 1:00 or 2:00. Because of the limited time to hook up prices were somewhat lower than normal and for once you got a full TLN. You'd think with all the hours to sleep the girls would be trying to escape at 7:00 am, but the exact opposite was happening, from what I saw and heard they were staying until mid morning. I'd like to see a hour later closing time, 1:00 am Sun - Thurs and 3:00 am on Friday/Saturday. My gut feeling is things will go back to normal within the next month because the police/miliatary won't have the energy to inforce the regulation. Other than Politur most of those suckers seem to quit work as soon as the sun goes down.

In my next post I will insert Thursday nights events and layout Friday in more detail.




After she leaves I contact K thinking I'll go to POP to hit that before clubbing with Tampa. Suddenly I'm overcome with the desire for a happy hour. K agrees to bring a friend. Before I can head to POP Tampa calls me. Feeling selfish I ask does he want to come to POP provided he takes one of the girls. He agrees. We meet K at Aguaceros. She brings a friend named Yeimy who is the best example of flacacontetasconculo I have seen in some time. I take her, Tampa takes K and it's off to the Cabana. Yeimy puts her back into it twice over. She's not distracted from the task at hand even when K is calling saying she has to be at school at 4:00. Shit Yeimy and I go at it another 30 minutes after K first calls. She hung in there for as long as it took me to get mine. Quite a trooper. Highly recommended with a great and I mean great body.

[The Sage]

About photos. I will post pics I took at Passions and maybe the back view of a couple of my friends. My problem for quite some time has been that the women I spend time with almost always turn out to eventually be my amigas. It would be a violation of their trust if I posted their photos. Sorry fellows, but that's how it is. I will give you one tid bit though. The wife was once my avatar.

[Mister NYC]

The Sage: I had a feeling about that (about the avatar). Nice!

[The Sage]

Thursday amended:

After another great session of morning sex with the wife we get dressed and head to Rocky's with T. I'm dragging the laptop because I got emails to check. Nothing worse than getting back to work after a week off to be greeted by 300 emails. To avoid this I go in every other day to clean out as much as I can. We chill in Rocky's for a couple of hours. T jokingly asked the wife if she's okay with he and I going out without her tonight and she replys not problem. I note that she's alright with it because I had paid her off and we all get a big laugh out of this. T heads off back to his place and I take the wife to the carrita stand for her ride back to POP. We agree to hook up tomorrow night. She wants me to attend her promotion celebration for her english class Friday evening. I really don't want to go, but agree to show up late, take her to Aquaceros for a celebratory dinner then hit Magus. I really should be going because her attendance at the affair has cost me 1,000 pesos. We kiss and she's off.

T and I hook up about an hour later and have lunch at Susana's. There was a time where I ate almost exclusively at Morui Mai and places of that type. Now I look forward to my almost daily meal at Susana's. I only eat the abutalas,arroz blanco y pollo. In english this is beans, white rice, and chicken. The chicken is cooked boiled in a tomato based sauce. I absolutely love this shit and can eat it my whole trip with the addition of a couple of nights of the chicken breast sandwich at Baily's, at least one meal of the garlic shrimp from La Casitas in Cabarete, and the fraitas from Aquaceros in POP. We finish our meal and head to Passions (See O.P. for that adventure). After Passions we agree to head into POP to visit the casas.

We arrive at Crystals at 9:30. Two days earlier I had stopped by during the day and where what was once Long Beach was a massive pile of rubble and a lot of unhappy people. Now the entire area had been cleared out. We entered Crytals and the place was packed with chicas as it normally is at 11:30. Typically I can go in there sit at the bar and only one or two girls will approach me. To be honest that's just how I like it. Now I'm with my white buddy and we are mobbed. They are all over us to the point where I am keenly aware of my pockets. Out of all those chicks not one is worth taking. After a couple of over priced beers we escape and head to Bohen.

As we climb the uneven stairs I think back to all the times I've spent in this place. There was one time when the Swede and I would do 9 out of 10 nights of take out from here. I've met some absolutely great chicas in this place and had some great times. Six to seven of us use to hit the place in Jesus's or Danielo's cab and leave with six or seven chicas. 14 drunk passengers all headed back to the Palace. Those where the days. T and I walk in. I'm greeted by one of the veterans who has been there the entire four years of my experience with the place. There are about 10 girls there. We take a seat. All of a sudden they seem to start coming out of the wood work. There are now at least 20 and 4 or 5 of them are doable. We sit down order an grande and watch the passing parade. Vicki, Ani's little sister, comes up to say hello. I always have fun with her. We spent a few nights together about 3years ago. She claims I make her work too hard and has refused to go with me since. She tells me she has a freka for me who she thinks can give me a run for my money. She brings this 5'3" caramel honey over and sits her in front of me. The girl is cute. Looks barely over 18. Has a nice body, but I'm tripping off the hair. I despise extentions. I'm about ready to send her off and then I take a good look at her. This child is fine with a cute pixie face and a tight little body that won't quit. I look down at the feet and she has on a two inch high (I hate those 4-5 inch hooker heels) tie up sandle. Her feet and ankles were beautiful. You may have read elsewhere that I'm a foot man. Okay I'm sold. First though I got to talk to Ralphie the manager. He wants 1,200. I plead long time customer and he agrees to 800. That taken care of I start my negotiation. I ask how much. She says 4. I say 3,000 and she must stay until 11:00 am. She walks off and comes back 5 minutes later with a counter, 3,500 and 9:00 am. I say 3,000 and 11:00 am. She walks off and has a conversation with Vicki. She comes back and agrees to both my conditions. We go to the bar and pay. She heads off to get dressed and I start fantasizing. My buddy T is ribbing me about spending $115. Personally I don't care. I want this little freka. She carrying a seal of approval from some one I trust and I am in love with those feet and that body. She lingers downstairs in the room way too long. Finally she comes up looking great, but with a frown on her face. She stops at the bar and has a short conversation with Vicki. I go over to see if there is a problem. Yes, there is a very messy problem. She has come down on her period. I tell Ralphie. He gives me my money back. I tell the little one I'll see her next trip. I'm a little disappointed, I was looking forward to this, but now am $115 richer. As it turns out it was all for the better. The adventure with Jennifer (see O.P.) was priceless.

[The Sage]

Friday continued…….

T and I drop Jennifer off at the Cubana Hotels on the road between Pedro Clisante and the main highway. Many of the out of down chicas who work Classicos live here. I asked Jennifer earlier in the week why she doesn’t get an apartment or room with her friends. Her response was she can not get the money together for an apartment. She admits sharing an apartment with a friend was a good idea, but in the end just kinds of shrugs it off. My guess is the girls are just too transient and unstable for that sort of thing.

T and I grab a meal at Susana’s. I get my regular dish and as always it hits the spot. Afterwards we head back to our separate apartments and agree to hook up later that afternoon.

By now I’m suffering from a bad case of the hornies. I’ve not had a sexual release since yesterday’s morning session with the wife. Maintaining my resolve this morning with Jennifer just made things worse. I decide to give K in POP a call to see if she’s available. K is someone I met through an amiga. She is small, cute, with large soft brown eyes, a voluptuous petite bod, and an engagingly humorous personality. Courtesy of a relationship from the age 15 to 18 with a novio 30 years her senior she is also extremely sexual to the point of being more than a tiny bit perverted. She is now 18 ½. K agrees to meet me in POP. Feeling full of myself I call her back and tell her to set up a happy hour. I’m to meet her at 1:00 pm at Aguaceros.

Aguaceros is a restaurant on the Melecon immediately before the turn off to El Bohen. According to a friend of mine who spent weeks in POP it is the most consistently good restaurant in the city. I use it as a meeting place for POP based chicas. I typically arrive early and have the frijitas which are very good or the little hot wings backed by a grande. In my early days of going to POP to meet chicas I’d try to take directions to their location. Problem was I lacked sufficient Spanish and street signs were almost non-existent. As a result of the lack of signage instructions were liberally populated with local landmarks. After spending literally hours on more than one occasion trying without success to find some address I gave up. Now I drive to places I know and have them catch a moto to meet me. Other than Aguaceros I use Furgons which is a cervecia shortly after the Palacio Justicia and Oljivy’s car wash which is about a ½ mile down the street from El Bohen.

After closing the deal with K I’m feeling a bit guilty. I’ve just made plans without my buddy who I had agreed to meet later in the afternoon. I excluded him because he’s rather picky and I did not want him passing on the talent and placing a roadblock on my trip to the Cabana. I decide to invite him if he agrees sight unseen to take one of the girls. I assure him he’ll be satisfied. He agrees and I call K to let her know there will be two of us. Of course since I made all the arrangements I have right of first refusal.

While waiting on T to come out to the car I get a call. It’s C. MisterNYC and I met C and her younger sister in Classicos back in January. We had a no strings normal type stateside relation with them. I spent 3 days with C went home and have not called her since. She wants to see me. She knows and I know she is 5 months pregnant. I ask what we will do during this meeting. Her response, anything you want. Okay now I’ve just been propositioned by a very pregnant woman. There was a time where I would have found this exciting, however, this trip I got way too much going on for this type of indulgence. Still I agree to hook up with her at 4:30 for old time’s sake.

T and I make an uneventful ride to POP, grab a table outside the restaurant and order a grande and wings. Fifteen minutes later K walks up with a relatively tall thin long legged chica with breasts that are trying their best to escape from her bra. My choice is made then and there. Coincidently I had been craving just that sort of a body. My three regulars and Jennifer who I had spent most of the last 7 days with though tight of body are not heavy of breast.

Current state of affairs

Over the last couple of months I have been talking, from home, almost daily to three women. They are affectionately referred to as” la esposa” (the wife), “la jovenita” (the young one), and “la vieja” (the old one).

To be continued

[The Sage]

La Esposa

“the wife” defined – this term entered my vernacular as a reference to a tall flaca blanca with dirty blonde hair that I spent entirely too much time with over the course of three trips. Ella talked incessantly (in English). Said strange things after sex like “you like didn’t you” (I didn’t say her English was perfect). Was forever asking for money to go shopping (which I never gave her; okay maybe once or twice). Took things without permission and liberated small amounts of cash from my pockets when I was stupid enough to leave it there. I had no mental defense against this woman. She’d flash that crooked smile at me and my willpower would evaporate as fast as spittle on the sidewalks of Pedro Clisante during the first week of July. When ever she showed up at Classico the rest of my evening was destined to be spent with her. Finally she did something that broke the spell. She stole my lube. Yes, that’s right, she walked off with my fucking Astro Glide. From that ensued one of the more hilarious arguments I’ve ever participated in, standing in the Merengue Bar yelling at her for stealing my lube. Okay enough of that. Moving forward.

Since then the term has morphed to mean a woman who is among the first you call when you arrive and who you always have to talk to or see on the day you leave. She is the one you spend the most time with, hide your activities from, rarely if ever take calls from other women in her presence, introduce her to all your friends and anyone else you might have cause to introduce yourself to. You also know some member of her family and her family in general knows about you.

I met the current wife two years ago. Then she was an 18 year old living with her aunt and planning to escape (I was to eventually become her ticket out). We were introduced by a mutual friend. The first time I saw her she was the last of 4 chicas to climb into the SUV a friend of mine’s was renting. I looked back and had to make a double take. Though she was in bad need of a visit to the salon she was obviously very attractive. Our first session together lasted over two hours. On the sexual compatibility scale we are at 95%. Through all the rough times we’ve gone through sex has always been the tie that bound.

The wife is about 5’3”. She is petite with small high breasts, slim waist and shoulders and a great little behind. According to her the color of her skin is blanca. Upon first hearing this I responded that, no, she was amarillo. This elicited a mildly surprised look from her and then a belly laugh. She has an intelligent look that is mildly fox like. She possesses a high fwide forehead and her face tapers to a mild point at the bottom. Her jaws and chin protrude slightly forward. Her long thin nose tapers slightly upward at the end lending her face the fox like appearance. Her most prominent features are her large almond light brown eyes, toothy smile, and long delicate neck. Her hair is colored light brown and falls to her shoulders. She is actually prettier than I like to admit, but I wouldn’t want her to know that because her ego is already big enough.

After our first meeting we hooked up for some part of the next three trips. At the end of trip three I gave her an old phone I had and my state side number. This was November. By January she was asking for help to move out of her tia’s casa. By this time she had vaulted my defenses and landed squarely on my heart strings. No, I’ve never been in love with her. I simply like her a lot. She has that thing that some women have where they know just when to touch you or provide you with a sweet loving look. If she is into you, you are the center of her attention. Soon she would prove that she was quite capable of treating more than one man in that manner.

She explains that her job pays just 3,000 pesos a month and she has 2,000 pesos, but needs 4,000 more to move in. The rent will be 3,000 pesos a month and she would like my help. Alright I got a soft spot for this one and she’s asking for $150 up front and $90 a month. I explain that if I do this it would be the full extend of my financial contributions to her life. She agrees and I enter the world of monthly chica maintenance fees. This continues for two months.

On the next trip she’s acting just a little bit strange. She has all these things to do in POP and can’t seem to find the time to spend the night. I don’t try to press for a visit to her place because frankly I don’t want to spend the night in the barrio. This is a short trip so we limp through it.

Two weeks later I call and a guy answers the phone. I ask for her and he says she is not there. When I grill her about this she says it was a stupid brother of her amiga who had taken her phone in an attempt to get her attention. Real shaky story, but I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. A week later the same guy answers the phone. I attempt to have a conversation with him, however, my very limited Spanish makes this about as possible or as sensible as swimming off the coast of POP. What I do is have my local contact call and the truth is revealed. The fellow explains to my friend that he is her boyfriend. I later find out that he is living in the apartment I’m subsidizing. Can your spell pendajo? She and I trade emails and phone calls. At no point does she admit to anything. She simply lies through her teeth. I’m sweet on this one yet I have never stopped chasing tail while on the island. I understand she is young and I am not there, but some things are unacceptable. I stop paying rent, stop calling, and won’t pick up when she calls. Eventually she gets the message and stops sending emails asking me to take her back.

Remember that sexually compatibility thing? Within 2 months we’re fucking again and continued to do so, without payment of rent, through the next trip. Then she vanished without a trace. I later find out she is pregnant and do not see her again for approximately 9 months.

[jd_mine]

Great story and horribly familiar :-)

[Tonto4]

Thanks for the story Sage. These chicas are a trip!

[continentalmike]

good story! never finance anything when you're not there that doesn't benefit you!

[The Sage]

La Esposa – Cont.

Over the ensuing 9 months the party never stops. Trips come and trips go. Occasionally I ask a mutual friend about her whereabouts. I’m told she is living outside of STI with the father of the child and that she lost her job because they did not want an unmarried pregnant woman in the position, other than that nothing. About the 5th month of her disappearance she leaves a message on my state-side phone. It simply says “hello, how are you? I hope you are well” in a very small voice. She sounds very lonely. I carry this thought with me for way too long.

The friend I use for my limited source of information tells me I’m in enamarado and will take care of her and the baby if she ever finds her way back to POP. I know the first accusation to be false. I’m way too old and cynical to have love for anything more than small children and lately I’ve had difficulty even finding them to be cute and lovable. The second, knowing my weaknesses and where I come from, was a little bit closer to the truth than I wanted to admit at the time.

I was later to find out she returned to her family in POP in early January unwanted, unloved and 9 months pregnant. She had the baby in early February. By early March our mutual friend facilitated a call between us. Our conversations had always been difficult due to my limited Spanish and her (I would later come to find out) reluctance to speak much English. We’d speak at most 10 to 15 minutes before I became sufficiently frustrated to end the call. What did come through, by her failure to address her long absence, was that she was unapologetic. Damn I expected a “lo siento no te llamar” or “yo eras muy stupido”. What I got was smug attitude and a silently expressed conviction that I was to simply take her back with no questions asked and no apology expected. Pissed off I did not talk to her for three weeks. I then received an email where she spoke of her unhappiness and how difficult it was being a single mother without resources. We started communicating again and just as I feared I volunteered to help her with the baby and her life by providing 4,000 pesos a month until she could find a job. I know many of you are thinking I’m stupid which depending on your perspective just might be true. The way I see it I’m the father of two sons who I took everywhere with me from before they were able to walk. I’m also a man who was raised in a single parent household who has known and still knows too many single mothers. I truly understand the travails and frustrations of raising children on your own. Also I have a weakness and fondness for babies.

So here I am sending her cash and I’ve not even seen her. I come down as I’ve done now for 3 years to vacation during Samana Santa. I go to POP to the house of her sister where she is staying. I am prepared for the worst, but am pleasantly surprised though she is still carrying much more culo that she had before she is not much worse for wear. The baby was born naturally so she has escaped the trademark nasty Dominican cesarean scar. The breasts no longer stand at attention, but at least they don’t hang. All in all she’s come through the pregnancy pretty much unaffected. We spend two days together and the old sexual magic is alive and well. However, the distraction of having to find a sitter, the need to head home early for the baby, the fact that I have major trust issues with this woman, and the arrival of La Jovenita results in our spending limited time together. I basically abandon her about the third day of my stay and leave 6 days later without saying goodbye. When I talk to her after getting home she makes me feel like the heel I some time can be. Guilt has a way of forcing you to empathize. Forces you to address the fact you aren’t an innocent bystander. I decide to forgive her for her transgressions and start anew, however since contrary to what some of you my have concluded, I’m not stupid I vow to erect an emotional barrier to safe me from falling into the abyss.

To be honest even with our relatively long history together the current wife was running second, for the honor of holding the title this trip, to La Jovenita, until she miraculously developed the ability to speak English three weeks ago. We start that day’s conversation with me struggling with my bad Spanish and suddenly she starts speaking English. This goes on for 15 fucking minutes. I wanted to strangle her ass. Now that I could actually understand her we started to become closer. That and an uncharacteristic slip up by La Jovenita sealed the deal.

I know for certain my relationship with her will end badly. Either she will find another or I will. For now I trust her as far as I can throw her yet I thoroughly enjoy her company. I often suggest to her that she find some local guy to marry and that I don’t believe her when she says she cares about me (which I don’t). None-the-less one thing I know for certain is when she is gone I will always remember her fondly.


La Jovenita

La jovenita is a childhood friend of the famous Jamie. Jamie introduced us as payment for a regalo I had brought her and as an attempt to thwart my reconciliation with the present wife who she does not like. Over the time I’ve known her she has tried to hook me up with a number of chicas including her sister. The holy grail in her mind is a passport to the US and the life that comes with it. She views me as someone who could provide that for the holder of the winning ticket in the gringo lottery.

MisterNYC and I are kicking it at casa de Jamie waiting on the mysterious guest to arrive. Jamie has promised she is prettier than Joanna blanca who is always used as the basis of comparison when she and I are discussing chicas. I had a brief fling with this Joanna sometime back and yes she is fine. In walks this little flaca blanca. She projects a tough attitude is dressed in a non-descript blue blouse, some jeans, and these atrocious Jordan tennies. Her extensions are in desperate need of redoing. Other than that the child is cute very cute. She sits down and I can see in her demeanor that she has a secret she can’t wait to reveal. MisterNYC and I share a comment about her in English. It’s obvious from the look on her face she knows more English than the average chica. Then she opens her month and speaks. She is perfectly fluent with what I refer to as a Puerto Rican accent. That’s it. We’re out of here. Luckily MisterNYC was driving that day because if he wasn’t he would have had to cool his heels until I returned. I do something that is totally out of character for me, I spend some part of 4 of the next six days with La Jovenita who at that time I referred to as La Delincuneta (the delinquent).

LJ is a trash talking, smart, witty, impossibly shined penny with a soft center. Believe it or not every trip she is more beautiful than the last. She is so fuckin photogenic that your camera will thank you for allowing it to take her picture. We talk almost daily. She serves as my window onto the Dominican experience. A couple of weeks ago she warned me that she had to cut her hair due to some over processing at the salon. This trip I asked her to meet me at the beach once she arrived from STI. I’m sitting at Ary’s bar and she calls because she can’t locate me. I look around and there she is a few feet away. One thought forms in my head “I can not afford that”. The short hair cut I was warned about is Holy Berry like. The strands are about three inches long and they are lying in soft curls against her small skull and streaked with a bit of blonde. She is absolutely without a doubt beautiful. My own personal pint size super model. Her beauty is hard to describe. She has just the perfect little face, body, and gorgeous perky breasts. A fair description is to imagine that Holly Berry was perfectly down sized into a 5 ft tall 93lb package and you’ll have a pretty good idea of what she looks like. While the present wife’s beauty is vivacious and inviting (she is a horrible man magnet), LJ’s is just a little intimidating. You’re compelled to check your assets before you talk to her.

What I like about her is that she comes across as an American with a dominicana’s sensibilities. She obtained her fluency in English as a result of living in Fl from age 6 until 14. The only reason she is back in the DR is because she was forced to return after her dad got busted for doing “that dominican thing”. She arrived in the DR with no experience of life on the island. In that regard she is a true stranger in a strange land. It is a joy to hear her talk about it. Currently she’s toiling at a 9 to 5 and trying to live as a” normal person” (her words). Though I talk to her almost every day she has never asked for me to send her money. Where the wife is sometimes overly romantic I’ll be happy for LJ to lay her head on my shoulder while we’re watching a movie. I enjoy making love to her, but she loses points because she has a much longer recovery time than the wife.

The only complaint I have about her is she is very stubborn and prone to tantrums (19 year olds can be a handful). When she wants to see me she wants to see me. She just concludes the feeling is mutual and makes plans that she tells me about shortly before they happen. I could stop this shit short, but I find it hard to hurt her feelings. I have to constantly monitor my feelings for her. Despite my cynicism I could fall for this little person.

[continentalmike]

Sage,

Excellent stories about the 'dangers' of getting involved with Domenican women..

You are being very honest and open and I for one really appreciate it. I don't think at all that you are stupid, you just analys your feelings and don't lie to yourself.

I can see a lot of myself in these stories... isn't it fun to have these sweet young things hanging out with you..

[Count]

Truly excellent, thank you. Right up there with Weyland in openess, honesty, humanity, information, and ability to write. You and Weyland enable readers to picture themselves in your predicaments, yet always be on your side.

[Hemp]

Spectacular story telling...very open, honest and filled with the natural process of human emotions,
stop saying your stupid though...cause your not, your well aware of what your doing and feeling and in the end you always land on your feet.

i appreciate the raw honesty of this post.

[LM]

This makes for excellent reading.....like the emotional detail, it's good to hear and real honest

[Hemp]

2nd read...for study purposes!

simply brilliant...

[LM]

To bad I didn't get to meet you Sage....I think you were in Classico's one night when Kevy and I were there, I think Kevy talked to you a bit.

[TG37]

Sage great report , I truely enjoyed reading. I appreciate your honesty !

[Apos]

it's a great pleasure to read about your experiences. it takes a brave soul to open up and tell all.

i bet many of us have been or are in similar circumstances...or are atleast thinking about it.

i suspect the good outweighs the bad by a huge margin even though you obviously felt awkward about your position at times.

it just goes to show that there is more to life in the DR than just straight-up mongering...thankfully:)

thank you for taking the time and making the effort to share all of this! i keep reading it as there is so much information and emotion to absorb.

[Ram]

There was real feeling in this thread, no bullshit...nice fresh breath of fresh air.

I know it took a good amound of soul searching to put this stuff together....thank you sir.

[The Sage]

La Vieja

La Vieja and women like her allow me to maintain a tenuous connection to my state-side reality. If I was married here at home, of the three, she would be my wife. Where any woman here with anything from a case of mild lack of self esteem, over boosted ego, or a touch of feminism (I think I just described 98% of American women) would ridicule me endlessly if seen with the wife or LJ, LV would elicit nothing more than a pause and then a hello to the attractive couple. She is in her mid-twenties, but looks about 30 due to her obvious maturity and the character lines she has in her face. She is tranquil, serene, understanding, level headed, has a great sense of humor, and is one of the few native dominicanas who understands my Spanish (big plus). She speaks some English yet refuses to use it because she prefers to laugh and then correct my bad Spanish. It’s quite a sight watching her lost in concentration trying to understand a conversation that is taking place between to English speakers. She has blunt attractive features, mid-shoulder length hair, above average sized breasts, and a behind that has started to spread, but has not lost it’s attractiveness. She has a European sponsor so money is never an issue between us. Though she has many positives she was never in the running for “the wife” role because (I experience a flush of shame as I write this) she is too old and experienced. See “the wife” is a ceremonial title that I can revoke on a whim. Putting LV in the position would be way to close to the real thing and far beyond my comfort level.

I met LV three years ago at one of the POP casas where she worked. Unlike her counterparts she was not into heavy makeup, revealing outfits, suggestive dancing, or aggressive behavior. She simply sat there looking like a very attractive normal chick dressed for a night on the town. I salida’d her and we became fast friends. Two days later we were hanging out with her prima and I had visited her apartment. We spent some time together the next trip and then without warning she stopped talking to me. She would respond with a “bien gracias” when I saw her in her place of employment, but that was that. This went on for a year and a quarter until quite unexpectedly she approached one night while I was sitting at the bar evaluating the other merchandize and began a conversation. This led to that and feeling like we had a vibe going I jokingly suggested that I salida her and head to Mangus for drinks and dancing sin sexo. To my surprise she agreed and we proceeded to have a fabulous evening together. At several times during the night she reminded me she would not be sharing my bed or I her body. We went from Mangus to Classico where she leads us in a couple of rounds of tequila. By 4:00 am we are both pretty wasted so I suggested she accompany me home and promised that I would be good. Five minutes after opening the apartment door we are ripping each other’s clothes off. We spent the better part of the next day together and have been communicating both verbally and physically ever since. She is way cool people. I did finally find out why she ceased talking to me. Seems that in a drunken haze during that second trip after our initial introduction I had forgot I invited her to visit me at the Palace. She arrives and I’m no where to be found. She waits two hours then dejectedly heads home. She stayed pissed about this for 1 ¼ years.



An example of how cool, clam, and rational she is can be found in what happened on the day she was to arrive in Sosua for the two days I had slotted for her in the schedule. She is due at three, but calls to tell me she is delayed because of the rain and is chilling at the house of a friend. About 5 minutes later I get a call from a new friend who wants me to meet her in Cabarete. Seeing a prime opportunity for mischief prior to being incarcerated for two days I head off in a driving rainstorm. I then spend a hour eating lunch and then another hour taking advantage of the goodwill that paying for lunch had earned. At several points I call LV to let her know I’m held up because of the rain. Finally around 5:30 I meet her at El Furgons and she gives me a big smile like nothing happened. If this had been LJ she would have tried to crown me the grande I had been drinking. We arrive at the apartment and LV has to suffer another indignity. Before we can enter the gate the nice German lady (not) who manages the place (Club Residencial) wants to have a private conversation with me about my “visitors”. She goes on to explain how she does not want me to besmirch her fine hotel my having an endless stream of women stopping by. And that oops, she had forgot to tell me I was restricted to one woman per day, but because she had not I would receive an exemption good for today. La perra dimissed my POV on the subject and I was informed I had the option of following the rules or checking out. She’s got me here. I have a extremely sweet apartment that I don’t want to abandon. I silently vowed to find a way around this (which I eventually did) and leave the office pissed. When LV asks what transpired I tell her the truth. She is unfazed and simply agrees “que es no bueno”. If this had been the wife or LJ I would have spent the next two hours trying to explain why this “rule” was a problem for me. With LV, no problema, we simply commence the long sex session with breaks for the beach, food, and the disco that our time together has always consisted of except this time it last for two days.

LV is a great to be around and will always be my friend. However, because I can be one vain motherfucker this will probably be the last time I spend any extended time with her. See, despite all her non-physical assets I’m stuck with the two pequenas and she lacks the physical attributes to hold down the spot on the roster reserved for “tall with big titties”. With regret I have reluctantly concluded it is time to find a replacement or simply open the position up to visiting guest stars.

[DEPUTY DAWG]

Excellent writing!!!!!!!!! I'm more partial to LV than the other ones.........But I think with you handling her like this it'll keep you grounded and juggling 3 will keep you rotating them which is good so as not to concentrate too much on one.

[The Sage]

Prelude

Two weeks prior to my scheduled arrival I was suffering from high anxiety generated by an inability to decide how I was to reconcile the desires of both the wife and LJ to spend the first and last day with me. Truth be told LJ, since she worked during the week, had laid claim to both weekends of my stay. The same incident decided who would bear the title of wife for the trip and who would thus have the first day.

LJ works for a company that has offices in both STI and a city in the southeast of the island. About a week before I was to fly I call her for our daily chat and she shares she will visit the other office the next day to pick up a package and return it to STI. When I call the next day she is in the process of fulfilling this task. She’s in the city, but for some reason cloaked in mystery she does not know where within that city she is. This is all very strange to me. I ask her direct questions and get, to say the least, inconsistent responses. She’s fluent in English so we don’t have a language problem. It appears to me she is simply not telling the truth. Okay not a problem. I tell her I’ll call her back and hopefully by then she’ll have her bearings. I call three hours later and she’s at a house. I ask whose house and she claims not to know. I ask have you spoken with the owners of the house. She responds, no, I don’t know who they are and in a testy voice, why you asking so many questions; you always ask so many questions. Her tone coupled with this being, for her, totally out of character lead me to conclude she’s up to something I don’t want to know about. I end the call and don’t talk to her again until 6:00 pm of my day of arrival. By that time the wife is in the bano showering. I reply using the absolute failsafe response, taking into consideration she does not have access to the Sosua chica network, “my plane was late. I tried to call you, but you didn’t pick up the phone. Let’s get together tomorrow”. Okay one problem solved, but now that she’s back on board I again have scheduling issues.

LJ comes to the rescue again. I’m staying at Club Residentcial, everyone that enters must leave her cedula (I truly believe this rule applies only to women, but La perra alamana claims it also applies to men). LJ true to her absent minded who gives a damn 19 year old view of the world has lost her cedula and not replaced it. She visits during the day Saturday, but can not stay the night. She leaves with her propina and unsuspectingly gives the wife a regalo. We do dinner at Baily’s (where I get the shittiest service as a result of being with the wife. The reason belongs to another story that I don’t want to add to this account) and dancing and drinking at Classicos.

I’m really digging spending time with the wife. Her new found ability to speak the English language has contributed to our having much more fun than we usually do outside of the bedroom. Poppa has the baby and she has plenty of time for, me. The little one comes home Saturday so I’ll have the day to myself. This provides me the opportunity to spend the day, if I chose, at the beach with LJ (she’s been whining about going there) and the last night on the hunt. Two very undomincan occurrences nearly serve to derail this and make my last weekend miserable.


Back to the start

T and I are sitting at Aquaceros munching on chicken wings and sharing a grande when K and a friend she introduces a Yeimy take their seats. Yeimy though not beautiful is attractive enough. She has a small face with an equine nose that seems to start in the middle of her forehead. Her eyes are small and are somewhat sunken with prominent orbits. Her hair is pulled back in a bun. She’s about 5’6” with long shapely thin legs. My eyes lock onto her most prominent features which are melon sized breasts that have the buttons of her blouse under stress. The problem with meeting chicas at Aquaceros is that you almost always end up feeding them The staff descends on the table too quickly to waive off and before you know it the chica you would really not like to feed is ordering a meal. This time was no exception. We sit there shooting the breeze waiting on the food to arrive. All the while there is a clock ticking in my head. While I have decided not to take advantage of C’s offer I would like to see her for old times sake and treat her to a meal. I have no doubt that with her being 5 months pregnant she will appreciate the opportunity to satisfy what ever strange food craving has afflicted her. Yeimy finishes her meal then finally K decides to give up on the three quarters of her food that remains. We pay and depart for the cabana.

Cabana 101

For those of you who don’t know what a cabana is think of it as a motel with an attached garage. You roll in your car, taxi, autobus, moto etc. and close the garage door. They range from serviceable to faux attempts to replicate, such as Helios in STI, grand hotel rooms. You rent them in 4 hour blocks. The one I use in POP is Sensacions. There are two types of rooms there standard and executiva. The cost with una grande (I’ve never rented one without the beer so I have no idea what the base cost is. For me in the DR sex and Presidente go hand in hand) is 320 pesos for the standard room and 460 for the executiva. A few days earlier I had used an standard room to fulfill a misguided urge for nostalgia after playfully aducting a ex from the company of her startled sister. Both the room and the experience were unsatisfying and at the end I wanted my money back from all parties. The girls of course want to go to the executiva. T takes K over to the next unit. Yeimy enters ours. Note it is good manners and earns you brownie points, that you may be able to cash in later, to ask your guest if the room is acceptable to her. The difference between the standard room and the upgraded one is in size and toys to play with. The larger room has a sunken heart shape tub and there is usually a sex chair for you more adventurous types. In both types of rooms there is a TV with the requisite porn channel, aire (air conditioning), abanica (ceiling fan), and of course luz (lights). About 5 minutes after you close the garage door you are contacted via the internal telephone and asked how long you’ll be staying and if you want anything to drink. 5 to 10 minutes after that you will hear a buzzer. At this point you are expected to pay for both the room and the drink order. All business is conducted anonymously through a turnstile type box that is contained in the outside facing wall. Now you are ready to go.

Yeimy walks to the bed and starts to undress. Every piece of clothing she discards seems to reveal another flawless body part. When she is fully undressed I look at her in wonder. She has a small three inch caesarean scar that is hardly a scar at all. Other than that her copper skin is unblemished. Her legs are more shapely than I had thought and her ass though not big is high and tight. The most amazing sight are the firm 32C breasts.


Bras 101

To fully appreciate the size of Yeimy’s breast it is best that you view them from the standpoint of her bra size. Bra size is determined first by the circumference of the chest measured without taking into consideration the breasts. The next measurement is cup size. This is the amount of volume required to cover the breast itself. Cup sizes are consistent. and usually track circumference because larger women typically have the mass to produce larger breasts. What this all means is that a woman who measures 36 C has roughly the same breast size as a woman who is a 32 C. However, from a pure appearance standpoint the breasts of the woman who measures 32C will look much larger than one who measures 36C because there is less room across the chest for them to occupy. In other words 32Cs are some pretty big titties.


Spurred on by the sight of that body I decide to fill the tub. We spend about 15 minutes enjoying the water then head to the bed. Using lingo from this site I can provide her with the highest compliment, she put her back and then someone else’s back into it. We go at it past the point where K starts to ring Yeimy’s cell claiming she needs to go to school. We go at it pass the point where I should be in Sosua catering to C’s cravings. Shit we go where no other chica had gone so far that trip. Her performance deserves a propina on top of the agreed amount, but I decide against it. There is no doubt I want to see her again so why should I raise her expectations and essentially lock myself into a higher price. I decide that my chance of seeing her again will have to rest on the fact that she enjoyed our time together as much as I did. I suffer through the hand smacked against the elbow gesture that is used to indicate cheapness, but two days later she calls and wants to hook up. Unfortunately I was packed, ready to go and waiting on the wife to arrive.

[Ram]

Bra size is determined first by the circumference of the chest measured without taking into consideration the breast. The next measurement is cup size. This is the amount of volume required to cover the breast itself. Cup sizes are consistent. and usually track circumference because larger women typically have the mass to produce larger breasts. What this all means is that woman who measures a 36 C has roughly the same breast size as a woman who is a 32 C. However, from a pure appearance standpoint the breast of the woman who measures 32C will look much larger than one who measures 36C because there is less room across the chest for them to occupy. In other words 32C are some pretty big titties.

Man is that funny!!! Bra and Physics/Optics lessons...only on ISOC!!

Thanks for the wonderful reading!!

[gdogg]

Sage, thanks for posting your report. True newbies can learn from you. You've been to the DR more than anybody, so your stories are trustworthy. I appreciate you telling the truth about your trips.

[Mister NYC]

The Sage: Reading and re-reading all of this helps me some as I look into my future handling of things. This is what story telling should be all about - helping one another in an indirect way.

Thanks for sharing. :iconTU:


P.s. I can't wait to read about how you introduced yourself to the 5 month old.

[DEPUTY DAWG]

Man is that funny!!! Bra and Physics/Optics lessons...only on ISOC!!

Thanks for the wonderful reading!!


Sage, thanks for posting your report. True newbies can learn from you. You've been to the DR more than anybody, so your stories are trustworthy. I appreciate you telling the truth about your trips.

[quote=MISTER NYC;227399]The Sage: Reading and re-reading all of this helps me some as I look into my future handling of things. This is what story telling should be all about - helping one another in an indirect way.

Thanks for sharing. :iconTU:
quote]

Everything they said and especially Mr. NYC!!!!!!!!! I love when a veteran tell truth about the good and bad:bigthumbup:

[The Sage]

Friday continued………

T and I drop the girls off on the main road headed towards Sosua about a ½ mile from the cabanas. I then turn off and take the Melocon detour I’ve been using for the last 4 months. During that time the main road has been undergoing some type of construction the focus of which is not immediately obvious nor has it become obvious, at least to me, during the four months it’s been taking place. When the first deep ditches appeared I deemed the road and the erratic driving necessary to take advantage of the usable portions far too dangerous to submit my wellbeing to. We complete the loop through the Melocon and make the turn at Crystals to rejoin the main road. I really would like to try to salvage my reputation with C and as such am anxious to return to Sosua. A few hundred feet up from Crystals we encounter a massive traffic jam. I can only conclude repaving of the road between Playa Dorado and the entrance to POP to be the cause since on the way in we had encountered newly laid asphalt and the work crews applying it. For several days I had been breaking to avoid driving roughly over several shallow troughs that had been cut in what previous was one of the better paved roads in the area. Even more so than the work further into the city there seemed no apparent benefit to be derived from them. It was almost as if some idiot bureaucrat had decided that a series of speed bumps were needed and the work had began before some less idiotic individual managed to convince them this might not be the best place to put into action the fruit of a mismanaged imagination. Now things were being put back in order and we were stuck. It takes us 10 minutes to go the hundred yards from the intersection of the Crystal’s turn off and the center of the round-about before the main road enters POP. I decide I don’t have the patience or the courage to be stuck with errant Dominican drivers in this type of traffic, give up on C, take the next turn and head to Crystals.

For those of you who don’t know there is more to Crystals than just the night club. The area between the club proper and the corner is actually setup for outdoor entertainment. It consists of a pool, bar, band area, hair salon, banos, showers, sauna, “relaxation rooms”, and a fairly large eating area. I believe it opens every day at 2:00 and stays open until the indoor area opens for business around 9:00. It appears when the owner put the idea on paper he was channeling a brazilian vibe. The setting, similar in kind to the faux attempts to replicate grand hotel rooms made by some cabanas, is a weak imitation of a terma. The problem as I see it is in the execution. Both the house and the few girls that are present attempt to conduct business within the night time price structure. Because most customers realize this to be a ripoff the place has never really caught on. It’s good for an afternoon drink during the happy hour that takes place from 5:30 to 6:30 every day of the work week, except Tuesday, but other than that it is a waste of time. The girls present are typically the ones that live on site and without the makeup and the cloak of darkness aren’t very attractive. I had gotten lucky two days prior and was able to pick up quite the cutie who was headed in to start work early in the main club due to the new liquor sales hours. I swooped her up and was out of there before she had time to unpack her bag. What started out good ended in mild disappointment when I first found out she was a tea totter (this was the first domincana I had encountered in all my trips that did not drink) and then that we were physically incompatible. The only good thing was I did not pay up front and thus was able to work out an early release deal at a reduced price.

T and I chill for an hour chatting with an endless stream of unattractive chicas vying for an early payday. While there at the bar I get a call from LJ. Earlier in the week she had claimed she would be able to simply go to the local government office and get a copy of her cedula. I had told her that was impossible to do here in the states and I had serious doubts that it was possible to do there. Well according to her she had done just this (undominican occurrence number 1) and would be in Sosua in the morning. Though it was on my agenda to see her the next day I had planned on determining the time and place and meeting her long after the wife had left to pick up the baby. Now I had a problem. Trying to regain some small amount of control I tell her not to leave home before talking to me. The proverbial snowball had more of a chance to survive the inferno than I did of her following my instructions.

Soon after T and my arrival in Sosua the wife calls. She reads me the riot act about choosing not to attend her English school promotion ceremonies that evening. I calm her down by agreeing to arrive for the final 30 minutes (yeah right I have no intention of going). Afterward we will go to dinner and then dancing at Mangus as I had promised the day before. Knowing I got trouble brewing I ask her what time she needs to leave to pick up the baby tomorrow. She surprises me when she says that won’t be a problem since poppa has agreed to keep the child until Monday (undomincan occurrence number 2). Now I really got problems.

[Rubicon]

Friday continued………

T and I drop the girls off on the main road headed towards Sosua about a ½ mile from the cabanas. I then turn off and take the Melocon detour I’ve been using for the last 4 months. During that time the main road has been undergoing some type of construction the focus of which is not immediately obvious nor has it become obvious, at least to me, during the four months it’s been taking place. When the first deep ditches appeared I deemed the road and the erratic driving necessary to take advantage of the usable portions far too dangerous to submit my wellbeing to. We complete the loop through the Melocon and make the turn at Crystals to rejoin the main road. I really would like to try to salvage my reputation with C and as such am anxious to return to Sosua. A few hundred feet up from Crystals we encounter a massive traffic jam. I can only conclude repaving of the road between Playa Dorado and the entrance to POP to be the cause since on the way in we had encountered newly laid asphalt and the work crews applying it. For several days I had been breaking to avoid driving roughly over several shallow troughs that had been cut in what previous was one of the better paved roads in the area. Even more so than the work further into the city there seemed no apparent benefit to be derived from them. It was almost as if some idiot bureaucrat had decided that a series of speed bumps were needed and the work had began before some less idiotic individual managed to convince them this might not be the best place to put into action the fruit of a mismanaged imagination. Now things were being put back in order and we were stuck. It takes us 10 minutes to go the hundred yards from the intersection of the Crystal’s turn off and the center of the round-about before the main road enters POP. I decide I don’t have the patience or the courage to be stuck with errant Dominican drivers in this type of traffic, give up on C, take the next turn and head to Crystals.

For those of you who don’t know there is more to Crystals than just the night club. The area between the club proper and the corner is actually setup for outdoor entertainment. It consists of a pool, bar, band area, hair salon, banos, showers, sauna, “relaxation rooms”, and a fairly large eating area. I believe it opens every day at 2:00 and stays open until the indoor area opens for business around 9:00. It appears when the owner put the idea on paper he was channeling a brazilian vibe. The setting, similar in kind to the faux attempts to replicate grand hotel rooms made by some cabanas, is a weak imitation of a terma. The problem as I see it is in the execution. Both the house and the few girls that are present attempt to conduct business within the night time price structure. Because most customers realize this to be a ripoff the place has never really caught on. It’s good for an afternoon drink during the happy hour that takes place from 5:30 to 6:30 every day of the work week, except Tuesday, but other than that it is a waste of time. The girls present are typically the ones that live on site and without the makeup and the cloak of darkness aren’t very attractive. I had gotten lucky two days prior and was able to pick up quite the cutie who was headed in to start work early in the main club due to the new liquor sales hours. I swooped her up and was out of there before she had time to unpack her bag. What started out good ended in mild disappointment when I first found out she was a tea totter (this was the first domincana I had encountered in all my trips that did not drink) and then that we were physically incompatible. The only good thing was I did not pay up front and thus was able to work out an early release deal at a reduced price.

T and I chill for an hour chatting with an endless stream of unattractive chicas vying for an early payday. While there at the bar I get a call from LJ. Earlier in the week she had claimed she would be able to simply go to the local government office and get a copy of her cedula. I had told her that was impossible to do here in the states and I had serious doubts that it was possible to do there. Well according to her she had done just this (undominican occurrence number 1) and would be in Sosua in the morning. Though it was on my agenda to see her the next day I had planned on determining the time and place and meeting her long after the wife had left to pick up the baby. Now I had a problem. Trying to regain some small amount of control I tell her not to leave home before talking to me. The proverbial snowball had more of a chance to survive the inferno than I did of her following my instructions.

Soon after T and my arrival in Sosua the wife calls. She reads me the riot act about choosing not to attend her English school promotion ceremonies that evening. I calm her down by agreeing to arrive for the final 30 minutes (yeah right I have no intention of going). Afterward we will go to dinner and then dancing at Mangus as I had promised the day before. Knowing I got trouble brewing I ask her what time she needs to leave to pick up the baby tomorrow. She surprises me when she says that won’t be a problem since poppa has agreed to keep the child until Monday (undomincan occurrence number 2). Now I really got problems.

Damn, and I tought I was the only one.

[Kevy]

Interesting stories, good to see you again.

[The Sage]

Friday night………

I love STI, a non-descript city located 60 or so miles inland from Sosua that serves as the commercial center for the northern part of the country, not for the airport (talk about inconvenient), nor the world class beauties (who you have as much chance of possessing as the fine porcelain statuettes housed in glass enclosures in upper crust department stores), no, what I love about STI is that it is the perfect pre-event alibi to give your non-Sosua based chica. Where as news of an impending visit to the Capital will result in a request to tag along, or that not being possible, for souvenirs, or a description of your time there upon your return (deflecting all of this will just add precarious weight to the house of cards you’re maintaining so it’s best to only alibi the Capital after the fact); notice of a visit to STI is usually met with a shrug (she can’t understand why anyone who is not visiting family or friends would go to STI) and, if she is into you, some visible sign of disappointment. Needing to make room in the schedule for LJs visit tomorrow night I decide to tell the wife that T and I are headed to STI for the last night of my vacation. Weak, but it’s all I got.

I leave for POP with the intention of arriving at about 9:15 and thus avoiding my commitment to attend the ceremonies. T is tagging along. The wife has instructed me to meet her at a local landmark, which I know of, which is near the school. Repeatedly she has attempted to provide more precise directions by telling me it is near the hospital, but we can never come to terms with where the hospital is so this second location has had to do. I give her a call and wait to be dragged into a place I don’t want to go.

I’ve known about the promotion ceremonies for at least 3 weeks. She had mentioned it during one of our frequent conversations. She was to receive an award for her accomplishments in her English studies. It was good to know that the 300 pesos a month I was paying for the class had resulted in something, but since up to this point she had demonstrated limited proficiency with the language I could not imagine what that might have been. The cost to participate was 1,000 pesos which she did not have and I was unwilling wire. She and I have agreed that she must live within her budget. She receives money once a month and that’s it. With no way to pay for the ceremony by the due date we agreed she would not attend. That was the last I heard of it until while wordlessly recovering amidst a sea of post-coital bliss during our first day together she broke the silence by saying she had something to ask me, but she wasn’t sure if she should. Being drained and totally at peace (I had not had sex between this and the last trip) I did not push for her to fess up. Two days later I find out the question. She had arranged with the school to delay payment of the fees for the ceremony and now wanted to know if I was willing to give her the money. Based on her new found ability to speak pretty decent English, and to a lesser degree the knowledge that I was about to embark on two day sexcapade with LV, I gave her the money without hesitation. Briefly I considered attending the entire event, but decided I did not want to go down the road that might lead to. Next I’d be eating dinner at her sister’s house and meeting her mother. Neither of which I had any intention of doing.

She climbs into the truck about 9:30. Thankfully the ceremony has ended and my presence is not needed. She’s wearing a snappy looking light blue polo with the name of the English school embroidered on it. She has visited the salon and her hair is looking better than it has all trip. In a nutshell she is looking sharp and sexy. I playfully grab at what I refer to as my mil peso comiseta (t-shirt). She jumps just out of range, shrieks and protectively pulls it closer to her body. We all get a laugh out of this. She needs to change her clothes and suggests that we all head to the restaurant. She will moto home to change her clothes and return prepared for the evening. Twenty minutes later she arrives looking much too delectable for this old man, but the rules that apply at home do not apply here so I quickly excise the thought from my mind. During dinner I break the bad news to her. T and I will be going to STI for my last night. She shrugs and a small wave of disappointment passes over her face then she goes back to eating. Later she complains, but what is she to do it’s obvious by the finality of my announcement that she does not have any options.

[The Sage]

Friday night continued………

We leave the restaurant and head to Mangu’s. On the way we pass Long Beach and I point out to the wife the absence of the structures that previously stood there. She looks in shocked surprised for all of 10 seconds then starts applauding. I can only conclude the place will not be missed by the locals.

The Politur officer at the entry check point to Playa Dorado thoroughly scrutinizes all occupants of our vehicle and pays particular attention to the back seat area as if looking for stowaways. This is not far from the truth because in an effort to circumvent the policy that seeks to limit working girls in the resort’s clubs many unescorted chicks enter with gringos or men they do not know. On our way there we saw two women standing along side the man road dressed for a night on the town. I suspect they were waiting there on the chance they could find someone to help them enter the resort.

Playa Dorado Clubs

There are three clubs and a casino in the resort that are open to non AI guests. They are Mangu’s, which is currently the most popular dancing spot, The Roadway, which is a bar with a limited dancing area, and Hemingway’s, which before Mangu’s was the most frequented location, Obviously these are not places, such has Classico’s, where you can easily pick up working girls. However, though it is not completely obvious a number of the girls present are working and many of the POP casa girls moonlight here. The trouble is that many normal POP girls also hang out her so you could get your ass in trouble. My advise is to always take it slow and simply behave as if you were in a club in the states where the woman are very easy to approach.

Mangu’s is a circular room roughly the size of Classico’s. The dance floor is a straight ended raised oblong with the DJ booth and area reserved for the house dancers housed on the straight portion of the space. There are two bars and the drinking/mingling areas are laid out in a horse shoe like area with the dance floor roughly in the center. When we arrive the place is slowly filling up. There are some fine examples of POP young womanhood present. This is in sharp contrast to the talent that has been available in Claissco’s over the last 7 days. The place has been a wasteland primarily populated by lumps of coal that no amount of pressure, even if supernaturally applied for a thousand years, could have transformed into anything other than a shape altered version of the lump of coal you started with. To put it in more practical terms, the talent was so abysmal that no amount of alcohol would have transformed her into anything more, in your mind or imagination, than the unattractive woman you started with. Basically if you missed out on the top 10 the smart choice was to sleep alone.

The wife is determined to have a good time. She loves to dance and it’s obvious from watching her she has seen far too many videos. She can do all the moves and relishes in her ability to do so. I’m a good dancer so I have no problem keeping up, but only have 75% of her enthusiasm. Typically by the time she’s ready to end a set, which can be 45 minutes or more after we started, I have danced 25% more than I wanted to. We head back to the spot we’ve been chilling in and T has taken a liking to a morena flaca with long black natural hair. After about and hour T has cut a deal and is ready to depart. The wife and I are not objecting because the music is not particularly good and the drinks expensive. She’s ready to head to Classico’s for tequila and better tunes. The desire for shooters represents a new wrinkle in her personality. Over the course of this trip she’s been rapidly maturing. She’s cursing (she wants a razr and it seems like everyone we encounter, including yours truly has one, she finally blurts out “everybody has that fuckin phone”) and is insisting that I take what she says and what she feels seriously. This is quite a change and it all seems to be tied to her newfound language skills as if confidence in this area has allowed her to feel far more comfortable and courageous with me than she had in the past. I’m liking it, but have some trepidation as to where this will lead.

It’s time to go and we got a problem. T’s catch does not have her cedula. She attempts to borrow one from her amiga then decides she looks too little like the picture for it to work. She needs to go to her house. I have no desire to do this. Remember we are on accelerated time. Its 12:15 and the clubs are closing at 2:00. T convinces me she lives close and off we go. It’s the wife’s job to get us there. The wife gives me the name of, to me some unknown part of POP. I tell her I don’t know where that is. She replies, “Yes you do and you were there before”. I go “que”. She says “it is the barrio of your friend J’s girlfriend. We went there to pick her up”. A small wave of sadness washes over me. The woman she was referring to is the deceased novia, of one of my amigos, who had been killed in an auto accident some months before. The wife, he, I, she, and MisterNYC had all gone out to dinner together at the Playa Dorado buffet. The novia who didn’t carry much weight had eaten the most food out of the five of us. The wife laughing at the memory shares this as we make a right turn cross the bridge and head into the barrio.

Driving like I was doing laps at Indy (luckily the main road was pretty much deserted) I manage to get us to Sosua 20 minutes before 2:00 am. Our guest wants no part of Classico’s which she views as being below her status so the wife and I head in alone for our tequila. We dance about 15 minutes and then along with everyone else in the club are instructed to depart. We descend the stairs into a large group of former partiers. No one seems to have figured out this early closing thing. There are far too many unmatched chicas and touristos. It’s like everyone was so focused on getting their party on that they forgot to fulfill the primary purpose. We’re just standing there enjoying the evening air and each other when the host of the after-hours spot starts rounding up folks and providing directions. Understand while he’s doing this there are both Politur and army personal trying to clear the street. I suspect this does not bode well for the success of tonight’s event, but hey I got a good buss going, I'm really enjoying the wife’s company, so what the fuck. I ask her if she’s willing and with a big smile she replies in English “where you go I go”.

We drive up the long hill and arrive at the spot. There’s not as many cars so I’m thinking slow night. Once inside though there are about 30 people. Surprising most are women none of which come anywhere close to approaching the wife’s beauty or apparent refinement. I’m feeling real good about this. Tonight they have dispensed with the wrist bands and name taking and are simply serendipitously serving drinks. I’m feeling adventurous so I ask for an anejo and OJ. No OJ, but I can have hugo de pina. Talk about some good shit. It’s a cool and cloudless night and the wife and I are chatting and enjoying each others company. That bar in the middle of the extremely large pool makes for one hell of a romantic setting. All the time we’re there, thinking back to the scene in front of Classico’s, I’m kidding the wife that we should not linger because Politur might show up. I say this as we’re drinking the second drink and prior to buying the third. Though I’m making a joke out of it there is some danger to being caught in the place. I have read and heard reports of both customers and ownership being carted off to jail for consuming/selling alcohol pass the allowed hours. Halfway through the third drink I look across the bridge and spot three Politur officers entering the pool area. There’s no time to hesitate. We quickly finish our drink and walk across the bridge, past Politur, and off that fucking hill as fast as we could without breaking into a sprint. We both get quite a laugh out of it go back to the apartment and fall right to sleep. An evening that started out with a lot of uncertainty has just gone into the books as one of the more enjoyable times I have had in the DR.

[The Sage]

Saturday morning to early evening

I wake in the morning with a whole lot of shit going on in my head. The beautiful young woman in my arms only complicates matters. Last night’s euphoria is gone. I’m feeling in equal parts (which can be interpreted as couldn’t decide which emotion predominated) guilty, anxious, depressed, and horny. I know I got a shitty job ahead of me and I have no idea how much time I have to do it in. My phone is on the kitchen counter and I got both ears open fearing that it will ring. The miniture bulldozer is on her way. She might be easy going to the point of appearing undisciplined, but as she has proven in the past when LJ is on a mission she is capable of incredible feats. The first trip I met her she wanted to spend the last day with me. She was in STI and the night before had promised to be at the apartment by 10:00. She arrived at 10:30. So based on our history she could show up at anytime. Yes, I had told her to call before she left, but remember the snowball it was ice solid and I was the one sweating.

The wife stirs on my shoulder. I’m way conflicted should we make love or should I simply rouse her, head to breakfast, and put her into a carrita soon there after. I check my watch it’s 9:00 am. I decide to take the plunge and cross my fingers. Making love to the wife is one of those activities that it seems I can enjoy even when I at first thought I did not want to do it. Five minutes in and there’s a little voice in my head berating me for even thinking this was something I wouldn’t enjoy. We finally untangle about 10:10. I’m way nervous now. The last thing I want is to receive a call from LJ telling me she is at La Bomba. Since the session with the wife had been uninterrupted by the harsh ring of my razr I’m thinking just maybe LJ had heeded my instructions. Just to make sure I walk out into the kitchen to check the phone. There are two messages. The first is from the wife and was received last night while I was in transit to POP. The second is from LJ. The time stamp is 10:00 am and the message is “I just got on the bus. I’ll be there soon”. I check the time read out it’s now 10:30. I figure at worst I got an hour at best an hour and a half. Of course this depends on the point in the journey she made the call. I’m committed to being collected. I don’t want to set off the wife’s suspicions. An hour later after what seemed like an eternity I’m giving her a hug promising to see her tomorrow before I leave and starting to generate a whisper of the guiltiness that would sweep over me completely by the beginning of the next day.

I get a call from LJ about 11:45 she’s in POP and will be in Sosua in a half hour. T and I hook up and head to Scott’s place for breakfast. I had stopped in for the first time a couple of nights back primarily to give my old friend Dominik a bad time. I was impressed with the décor and the availability of a couple of laptops for web surfing. The connection speed was one of the best I had found in Sosua. We sit down and shoot the breeze with some cats that were down from NYC (more on these guys later). Breakfast was good, but still far from the quality I’m accustomed to here at home (nobody seems to be able to get breakfast right in this town the closest thing I experienced to what I consider a real breakfast was during Jimmy’s brief management of the old Shark Bar). LJ calls and I head to La Bomba (this is the gasoline station near the Sosua police offices) to pick her up. She’s looking fine as usual. She’s carrying her phone and doesn’t have a bag. It’s obvious she won’t be spending the night. Something about her demeanor indicates to me something is wrong. It also carries the message that I won’t be getting laid today. On another day this would not have been a big deal, but today I had been forced to hurt the wife’s feelings and I’m technically in STI so I’ll have to go it alone tonight and I’ve make not alternate plans (I know, I know this was the original plan, but recent circumstances had put me in the mood to spend the last night with someone I had a connection to), I ask why no bag? She explains that she can’t spend the night because she has to got to the Capital tomorrow (no, I neither want to tag along or a souvenir) to meet with the mother of her baby’s father (let’s just call her mother in law) to discuss custody arrangement. I know more about LJ then any other DR chica because we can communicate in the same language. What I did know was that the mother in law basically wanted to steal her grandson from LJ and was trying very hard to accomplish this. One day a couple of months ago I had called and she was crying hysterically after one such run-in. It had taken me over a half hour to calm her down and while no longer crying she was still distraught the next day. What was news to me was that the mother-in-law lived in the Capital and not STI as I had assumed. This small misunderstanding set off the trust alarms throwing into doubt the truthfulness of what I had just heard and eventually led to hurt feelings for the both of us by the end of the afternoon.

We head back to Scott’s place where I had left my breakfast and the la quinta in the care of T. LJ proceeds to dazzle T with her trash talk and all the guys in the restaurant with her beauty. She gets a little testy at a couple of things I say that she would normally take as a joke. She refuses, until I practically beg her, to sit on my leg which is something I like her to do. We finish breakfast say good bye to T and head for the farmacia. LJ has not been feeling well and has 3 prescriptions to be filled. She had warned me yesterday of her expectation that I would be paying for them. While waiting for service I ask her to please tell me again why I’m paying for her medicines. She replies “because you’re the one fucking me”. I don’t know about you guys, but I find this kind of shit endearing. I can’t argue with that logic so I pony up the 1,200 pesos and we head to the apartment.

Knowing I’m not getting laid I suggest we watch a movie. I chose and we proceed to watch “City of God” which is to me what “Scarface” is to a lot of folks. I just love how the story is told, the editing is absolutely fabulous, and the cinematography outstanding. I completely enjoy the transformation of Benny from murderous hood into tragic folk hero. LJ keeps pointing at scenes in the fevala saying that’s here, that’s here. The movie serves as the perfect distraction and we spend a couple of hours cuddled up enjoying it. Afterwards I carry her into the bedroom. I know I’m not getting laid, but have no plans of allowing that to keep us from being intimate. We’re lying there clothed enjoying each others touch when she says “you know what I want tonight”. "What?”. "Pizza” “No problem I’ll order it”. “I don’t what that kind of pizza. I want Pizza Hut”. ‘The only Pizza Hut I know of is in STI”. “No, there’s one in Playa Dorado”. “I’m not driving to Playa Dorado when I can go right over to Albertos and buy a perfectly good pizza”. “I don’t want that. I want Pizza Hut”. I think you see where this is going, two people unwilling to compromise. She gets pissed I get pissed. She says she’s going home. I don’t give a damn because I think she’s being unreasonable. Next thing I know I’m shouting out of the truck window “call me when you want to talk” as she sashays that fine ass off to the carrita.

I end up at Ary’s beach stand downing grandes and thinking of what a fool I am. I knew something was bothering her. It was 4:00 I could have easily and without much effort satisfied her craving. Shit we could have made an adventure out of it. The source of my failure to follow my instincts was the doubt that and been planted about the location of the mother-in-law. I didn’t trust her so I didn’t want to go out of my way for her. That is one of the most difficult aspects of having these LD relationships you just don’t see each other enough to convince yourself that on some level you are not getting played.

I check my phone and there’s a message from the wife. It basically says “Even though you tell me I don’t love you I know in my heart I do and it is not important want you think” For emphasis she’s added the emotional pictorials that I refer to as the “moto monsters”. I take full blame for this, not for her anguished message of love (the wife is an unashamed romantic so that is not unusual), but for providing her with the ability to unknowingly piss me off by sending me these ugly ass creatures. I can not stand these damn things. This trip I upgraded her phone from a no frills Nokia to low level moto with camera. Now I was paying for it.

T finds me moping at Ary’s. I don’t share exactly what transpired. I simply say LJ had gone home. He was already aware she was not staying based on our interaction of earlier so this is no surprise to him. We have lunch and talk until the restaurant is closing for the day. T suggests we go cruise Charomicos. Having nothing to do I agree.

Charomicos is the barrio on the far end of Sousa Beach. Cruising through Charomicos consists of navigating 5 or six narrow streets. You would think there would be not much to see, but these streets represent the centro or downtown area of the barrio and they are often teeming with people. Many of the chicks that work Classico’s or will soon work Classico’s live her so there are usually some honies walking about that you can bullshit with or about. We’re making our second revolution when we spot this fine chica wearing an orange dress. Ella has legs, ass, and tits with a body that leans just a tad bit on the voluptuous side. Baby is sexy as hell. Hey something seems familiar here. I take a double take. Who is it, but a former beach bartender turned fulltime student that I’ve been trying to get next to for months. I’ve traded a few timed delayed emails (you send it today she responds a week later) with this chick. She’s proving one damn difficult nut to crack, but I’m hoping at some point to at least be able to take her dancing. She knew I would be in town, but up until this accidental discovery I had not heard a peep from her. I hop out of the truck we shoot the breeze for about 10 minutes. All the while T is almost breaking his neck trying to get a good look from the car. I try to convince her to be my guest tonight in the disco. She says she will try to show up, but won’t commit. I know this is a very long shot and don't expect her to show. However, this brings home how every moment here is an oppurtunity for another discovery. With this in mind I am again a happy man (I love this fucking country). T and I do a couple of more circuits then head to Passions.

[The Sage]

Saturday night……

We arrive at Passions and the spot is strangely empty. There’s one chica in the front bar area and she seems to be heading towards the back of the establishment. Seeing us exit the truck she stops. As we approach the bar she says “chicas bailar” and points to the back. We follow her through two double doors that open onto…..a fucking party. There’s a bar in the middle of the enclosure and on the bar there’s one of the masseuses dancing in a bikini. Around the bar is Pete 5 other masseuses a group of 4 gringas and one European type guy whopping it up. The music is going and everybody is having a grand time. I am suddenly filled with joy and think “only in the fuckin DR is this kind of shit possible” I take a seat in a chair that is actually a swing. By now I am ecstatic. Monica is there, but she's trying very hard not to look my way. Elisabeth, who I had spent some time with earlier in the week, claims me as she has on the last several occasions I’ve stopped by. She’s giving me a hard time about Monica. Insisting that she was my girlfriend and pointing in her direction. I’m distracted. One of the gringas is a fine ass blonde that I would have gladly volunteered to skanktify. While Elisabeth is chattering away I’m trying to make eye contact. Unsuccessful I turn and look in Monica’s direction and she finally acknowledges my presence. Monica bears a very close resemblance to one of my exes, with two distinct differences. She has the long thick hair my ex would have killed to have and 38 inch hips that my ex would have never accepted. She comes over and stands next to me. By this time I had traded in the swing, which had a little too much movement for me, for a regular bar stool. I’m trying to convince Monica to dance so that I can see the full glory of that wonderful bod. She begs off claiming she doesn’t have on the right underclothes.

That Monica has one kid is something you would never know from looking at her. She has medium sized fairly firm breasts, a slightly rounded smooth stomach (I’m talking muy sexy) with a piece of jewelry that dangles from the belly button, and a bunda that would make Knotty proud. Her physique is such that if you posted a pic of her on the Brazil board everyone would talk about what a fine example of Brazilian womanhood she was. She is the only Passions girl with whom I had ever utilized the onsite facility and I was about to do it again. I just had one small problem; I didn’t have enough deniro to cover the cost. I tell her I’ll be back and to wait for my return. Fifteen minutes later no Monica. I had caught a glimpse of one of the NYC guys heading into the back with another masseuse (I was impressed they were not there when I left so they had moved awful damn quickly) and correctly concluded the same thing had happened to M. By this time I’m all worked up and do the unthinkable. I wait for my turn. I kill the time drinking with Elisabeth and the crew. They are getting a big kick out of the term “mahuna mojado” which they are using as a reference to intercourse. It just served as another indication that a lot of these girls watch way to many cartoons. Monica finally resurfaces and we spend a very enjoyable hour together. I try to convince her to stop by the apartment later on for TLN, but she refuses.

An example of what I love about the DR

I get back to the apartment as I’m approaching the gate I catch the night shift bar keep smiling at me. She’s petite and fairly attractive. She’s holding a grande so I ask for a drink. She says it’s for Jose, the night watchman, but I can have some. She pours me a small plastic cup full and we exchange names. I ask if she has a novio. She response why? You have many novias. I have seen them visit. I simply reply, claro but, do you have a novio. She says she does. I ask if she is happy. She replies, yes. I say esta bien when is the wedding. She replies in five months. I respond bueno, but I want you to promise me something. If when I return in 2 months you are not to be married in 3 months you will go to the disco with me. She replies with a big smile, si no problema. Later when leaving for the disco I stop in and ask does she want a drink. She says, si una Presidente and is beaming a smile that seems to indicate this was the best thing that happened to her today. I’m telling you I can never get enough of this place.

Classico’s Saturday night………

I get to Classico’s about 11:00 the place is starting to fill up. For the first time all week the quality is fairly good. I’m looking for T thinking he should see this, but he’s no where to be found. I have two shots of tequila. In spite of my time with Monica I’m still a little bummed about both the wife and LJ. Outside of the one instance with LV I’ve not been drunk this trip which to be honest is quite unusual. I decide that tonight might be a good time to overindulge. I’ve taken a high perch overlooking the dance floor. I'm chilling and taking in the sights. I circle the club talking to compenaras and uncover a tantalizing bit of information. I’m told by her sister that one of my favorites and probably the finest chica I ever pulled out of Classico's has quit her dancing gig and is now occasionally working here. I always find it hilarious how some of these girls view what they do in Classico’s as a legitimate job. Sis assures me that I won’t see her tonight so I file the information for use during my next visit. I make the circuit a couple of more times and who do I see giving me a big smile, but an ex I thought might never again share my bed. I’ve known her for a couple of years and from time to time she gets pissed at me and we don’t talk until she decides we can again. I had called her earlier the trip just because I have her number. We are officially not talking so I’m sort of pushing the envelope in doing so. I trying to stay in touch because like the wife we register 95% on the sexual compatibility scale. Our current problem stems from two nights we spent together on a gratis basis where at the end of that trip she sought compensation via a contribution for medicines and a doctor’s visit for grippe. I refused (she has a husband that would easily pay for this) and she swore never to talk to me again. Well now she’s smiling and giggling at me as she always does when she’s horny and it is good to know that the next time her husband is out of town she more than likely will pay me a visit. I decide to hang with her and her group of friends dancing and drinking. About 1:45 I look up and Mildred is standing in front of our group staring at me.

I’ve known of Mildred since she came to work at the original Passions location two years ago. I always thought she was the sexiest 4’10” woman (if she’s that tall) I had ever seen. However, I dispatched any thoughts of being with her because I feared we were physically incompatible. My opinion on this matter started to change as I read accolade after accolade of her performance here on this board. It got to the point where my very small perversion streak, that usually lies dormant, was awakened and transformed into a small voice that kept telling me to recruit her for debauchery. I had been after her for the entire trip. Every time I saw her I would attempt to spirit her away. As of then she had deftly avoided my clutches. Earlier in the evening I again made my desires apparent and she had sprinted away laughing. She obviously had decided now was the time to talk price. I slipped away and joined her and her crew on the bench parked immediately at the entrance. We agree on a number that I know is way out of her league, but I’m flush with cash and the voice is by this time yelling in my head to close the deal. We agree on once when we arrive and once in the morning. I’m so excited I damn near throw her over my shoulder and sprint out of there Not soon after I’m utterly disappointed. Other than the unexpected large cesarean scar she’s one sexy little package and looks great doing what she tries to do, but as I feared from the beginning we are physically incompatible. There is no way she can finish what she started. I halt all activity lay her on my shoulder and tell her to go to sleep. I also tell her she will be getting a third of what we had agreed on because she had taken on a job she never had a hope of completing. There is one good thing I can say about her, she does sleep well. With her help I slept like a baby and generated plenty of energy to fuel the emotional reckoning I would be faced with in the morning.

[continentalmike]

Great posts man.. true stories!

[BrooklynBeas]

Damn man... If only i had the desire to read right now... Im lookin for pics! :)

[jd_mine]

small wave of sadness washes over me. The woman she was referring to is the deceased novia, of one of my amigos, who had been killed in an auto accident some months before. The wife, he, I, she, and MisterNYC had all gone out to dinner together at the Playa Dorado buffet. The novia who didn’t carry much weight had eaten the most food out of the five of us. The wife laughing at the memory shares this as we make a right turn cross the bridge and head into the barrio.



Hell, I remember J. in Jarabacoa....that girl could eat and eat and eat!!!
It was like she was trying to eat to have enough in her for the whole year!!

[Freak In Black]

You are a writing fool brother (I mean that in a good way).

I"m a writer by profession and I have never even attempted to put it down like you.

I use the K.I.S.S. method on this board. I enjoy reading your reports though (not gonna lie...I still haven't read them all....also scrolling for pics)

Keep up the good work

[Don Tomas]

I chose and we proceed to watch “City of God” which is to me what “Scarface” is to a lot of folks. I just love how the story is told, the editing is absolutely fabulous, and the cinematography outstanding. I completely enjoy the transformation of Benny from murderous hood into tragic folk hero. LJ keeps pointing at scenes in the fevala saying that’s here, that’s here.

I enjoy City of God, but not sure if I would compare it to Scarface, CoG is about someone getting a chance at a real life whereas Scarface is about someone who had a good life and pissed it away because "You don't get high on your own supply!".

A bit of trivia for you about the cinematography, the guy who plays Rocket actually holds the film camera at the end, when he is taking pictures of Little Ze. Since he was "taking" pictures then too.

Also not to hurt your girl's feelings but there is nothing like the City of God favela in the DR.

[The Sage]

Sunday morning…….


I awake fully rested and with an overwhelming desire to see the wife. I had enjoyed the prior evening and acquired useful information; however, in retrospect the benefits paled in relation to the guilt I was now experiencing. The plan today is to check out of the apartment and drive to POP to say goodbye. My best guess of the time, based purely on the amount of the sunlight filling the room, is around 8:00 am. I decide to ask the wife to take the carrita to Sosua. I’ll pack while she’s in transit giving us more time for a trip ending love making session. Bueno, now all I need do is get rid of Mildred.

I look down towards my shoulder. Mildred is seemingly sleeping in the space between it and my calf. Even today I can’t tell you how tall she is. In recollection, outside of her time in the bed, she had never taken off the 4 inch platform shoes she was wearing. Sensing me awake she decides it’s time to go. She climbs off the foot of the bed, steps into her shoes, which were conveniently placed there, and heads to the bano. I begin packing while waiting for her to get dressed.

Fifteen minutes later she reappears fully clothed. I’m stealing sidelong glances at her trying to gauge her mood. She’s smiling and seems pleasant enough. We share a little playful banter. I’m a bit on edge not knowing how she will react to the sharply reduced propina. She goes to the hallway mirror to put the finishing touches on her appearance. I place the deniro on the dresser. She returns sees it, picks it up and then drops it back down. I brace for her reaction while comforting my nerves with the thought she’s too tiny to have ever developed a temper. This proves to be the case. She’s complaining with a small smile on her face. Okay I’m home free. All that’s left is to listen until she has decided I’ve gotten a sufficient earful. “Quiero mas deniro”. “Dame mas toto tu puede tenar mas deniro” We go back and forth and it turns into a little game. I know and she knows that there’s no fuckin way she’s going another round with me. After about 10 minutes she’s out of gas and just about ready. Unfortunately she spots my travel iron. She now wants it as an additional propina. I offer to sell it to her for 500 pesos. To which she basically replies, “That’s the problem with black guys. White guys always give gifts”. I retort that if she wants the iron she will have to pay for it. We take another 10 minutes to work this through. She finally concedes and heads out the door.

For what ever reason I had hoped to get Mildred out of the apartment before La Perra Alamana started work. It was now after 9:00 so the prospect of that is slim. I walk her down to retrieve her cedula expecting a disdainful look from LPA. What she delivered was a big smile directed at Mildred as if she was her long lost friend. Either Mildred is well known here or LPA got laid the evening before and was communing with a fellow sister she thought had done the same. Thankful for one less piece of drama I head back upstairs and call the wife. She produces her trademark shriek and promises to be in Sosua within an hour. A half hour later T stops by. He’s headed to the small store near Super Super to purchase a phone card. Having time to kill I agree to tag along.

I turn into the store and who’s there paying for her stuff, but another ex (I think it’s the money because it’s definitely not the good looks). We exchange pleasantries and she asks do I still have her number and if so, why have I not called her. I pull out the razr, page to her name, and she confirms the number is correct. Being that she is now married I ask why I should call her. Her eyes light up (she has the most wonderfully colored eyes) accompanied by a big smile. We both know what’s up. I smile back.

Backstory

How we got to this point is kind of funny. A few trips back she requests a private conversation at the apartment. Once there she proceeds to tell me that this is my last chance and if I don’t agree to her demands we are finished. This comes as a small surprise because I didn’t know we had started. To me this is just another in a series of attempts to have me agree to be her novio. She’d been at it for a couple of trips now so I view this in the same vein, but with a little more drama. I don’t acquiesce. She gathers up her stuff and splits. I see her next trip. We’re having a drink at one of the local spots. I suggest we seek a somewhat more private location. That’s when she shows me the ring. Yes, in the two months it took me to return she’s married one of the local expats. I’m flabbergasted. When she gave me the ultimatum she was perfectly serious. You got to love this kind of melodrama.


T and I exit the store, still no sign of the wife. I need to check the status of my flight so I’m dragging along the laptop. Figuring the wife somehow got delayed I suggest to T that we visit Scott’s for breakfast. The NYC crew and their dates from the night before are occupying most of the tables. We sit down and I fire up the laptop. Before Windows can startup, the phone rings. It’s the wife waiting at La Bomba for pickup. I leave the laptop in the care of T and exit with the intention of collecting her. However, soon out the door I realize the truck is a block down the street and it’s parked in the opposite direction. I calculate it’s much easier for the wife to take a moto than for me to walk a block, turn the truck around, then drive to pick her up. I call to ask her to do just this. She hesitates somewhat which surprises me. She’s no prima dona so it would be strange for her to not want to take a moto. She says she’ll be there soon and hangs up the phone. I don’t have time to concentrate on her strange reticence regarding my request because to my left the ex I had met earlier is 100 ft away and headed towards me and has somehow acquired one of the local toddlers. Their pace is such that I estimate she and the wife will intersect my spot at exactly the same moment in time. It’s not that I have a problem with her seeing the wife. Shit, she’s married. My problem is that women do a lot of nonverbal communicating and I don’t want my morning ruined by a gesture or look that passes between them. In my mind I’m rushing the damn toddler along, but this only results in it finding some interesting object on the sidewalk. The ex is looking at me then looking at it, smiling, while I’m churning stress hormones. The tension is broken when my small antagonist decides it’s time to break into a run. With the threat pass me I look down the street for the wife.

There are two motos with passengers headed my way. The first contains a woman holding a baby. I’m thinking that can’t be the wife because the little one isn’t due back until Monday. In a flash it becomes obvious that I’m mistaken.

Little D

Up to this point the baby had existed almost exclusively as background noise to our phone conversations. Most of the time he was crying, but had recently started to contribute laughing and happy gurgling noises. I had met him once three months ago. I did not know I was going to meet him and only found out after the wife had directed me past her home and half-way to Costombar before revealing (she knew how I felt about babies in cars sin infant seats) we had to pick him up at the sitter. At the time he was in that not much fun 3 month old stage. Since then I had avoided him like a successfully discarded addiction because, as I mentioned earlier, I have a soft spot for little ones. I started calling him D peuqueno (Little D) after deeming his name (which starts with a D and consists of two syllables), at least to my ears, incomprehensible. Now here he was in front of me at that very playful and lovable 6 month old stage held precariously by the wife on the back of a moto.

I take Little D from her while delivering a stern look (we just don’t take those kinds of chances with babies in my part of the world). She shrugs, pays the moto, gathers the diaper bag and we walk into Scott’s. As I shared earlier the place is full of people and now they are all looking at me. A big guy who had been sitting behind me before I left looks up with wonder in his eyes and asks me is that our baby. I respond in the negative, but by this time have passed into proud poppa mode (I have two sons so this means simply re-inhabiting a role I’ve never really abandoned). We sit down. I start playing with the little one, the wife is sitting there looking like the perfect young mother, and then every damn woman in the room wants to play with little D. They’re passing him around, tossing him in the air, and tickling him. The wife is laughing, simply feeling the love. I on the other hand am fighting down a compulsion to stand up and yell “don’t kiss the fucking baby”. Who knows what these chicks where doing with their mouths an hour ago. Finally after what to me seems like forever he is returned. We eat our breakfast. For the entire time I’m holding the little one.

When breakfast is over we walk to the apartment. I have to finish packing and check out by 12:30. Having raised two kids and spent time with past girlfriends with small children I have no objection to having sex with a little one occupied in some safe location. However, the vibe I’m now feeling doesn’t involve sex. In a moment of clarity I understand that this place this island is no longer just a fantasy vacation destination. No, it has slowly and inexorably claimed a portion of my reality. It is as much my life as the one in the place I call home. I finish packing, do a photo shoot of the baby and proceed to check out. I got 2 hours to fill before my flight and nowhere other than the truck to place my valuables. The simplest and safest thing to do is to set up shop at Dominos and pass the time killing a couple of Presidentes. Though I’m enjoying the time with the wife and little one I don’t feel it appropriate to have him hanging out at a bar (who knows who might try to play with him) so I take them to the carrita stand for the ride back to POP. For the first time ever in all my trips I’m actually sad to see a woman leave. I’m looking at her hoping she doesn’t tear up because I can’t be sure I won’t join her. We kiss, share a big hug, and then her and little D are on their way back to POP.

Shaking off my unfamiliar visitor I drive over to Dominos. I’ve been looking for an opportunity all week to talk to the tall barkeep who is the younger sister of the other tall barkeep. Both work at the bar next to Dominos, the younger one in the afternoon and the older at night. The entire trip I had avoided the place like the plague which wasn’t at all an unfair description. The crew from NYC, though well behaved, were just a little too indiscriminate about who they were doing. As a result every marginal chica in the area had flocked to the Europa complex turning the front entrance of the hotel and the bars across the street into a summer scene reminiscent of a stateside housing project (amazingly Scotts place was unaffected). It had gotten so bad that your reputation with any decent (term used loosely here) domincana would have been forever soiled by simply being seen in the general vicinity.

Things had started to improve yesterday long enough for me to steal a visit to the bar and make my introduction. Today all's clear with only a couple of the regular expats killing time drinking. I shoot the breeze with N who is tall and fairly attractive at least until she parts her lips and reveals far too many teeth for such a small month. She has beautiful hair, long legs, and breasts that, based on the way she hunches her shoulders, are probably larger than they appear (large breasts are heavy to the point of often causing a mild curvature of the back). She fits exactly the open spot on the roster so I make my pitch. She claims to have a novio, but is friendly enough. We talk about various things. At one point I ask her to show me her legs saying they appear to be beautiful. She raises her pant leg and it’s obvious they are as shapely as they are long. I ask does she like wearing dresses. She responses yes and points to her mid-calf to indicate how long they typically are. I promise to bring her a dress when I return, but only if she will wear it with me to dinner. We then go on to talk about size and I explain that it will be much shorter than she’s accustomed to. I tell her I will stop by when I return, kiss her hand, say goodbye to T who had joined us while I was talking shit, and proceed to the airport. Can I say it again? I love this fucking country.

I get to the airport, return the rental, check in, and then go through my photos until we are instructed to board. Once seated, I call the wife, arrange for my accommodations for the next trip, and try to contact LJ (who does not pick up) to ask how the meeting had gone. Now it’s time to do what for me always signals the end of a trip. I switch out the sim card except this time I’m not returning to reality I’m simply leaving to inhabit the other part of my life.

[continentalmike]

great report Sage...

This is life in the DR after a few trips.. no matter how hard you try, the reality does creep up on you, you do become part of the scene and it's impossible to keep everyone away emotionally..

[Tonto4]

I enjoy City of God, but not sure if I would compare it to Scarface, CoG is about someone getting a chance at a real life whereas Scarface is about someone who had a good life and pissed it away because "You don't get high on your own supply!".

A bit of trivia for you about the cinematography, the guy who plays Rocket actually holds the film camera at the end, when he is taking pictures of Little Ze. Since he was "taking" pictures then too.

Also not to hurt your girl's feelings but there is nothing like the City of God favela in the DR.

Thanks for your commentery DT. I think I enjoyed City of God more. Its based on a true story, and you can connect with the characters better. Scarface is an over the top update of the original. It flowed from DePalma's mind. It says alot about our society and is loaded with memorable scenes. The film often goes flat and is downright corny sometimes. Can you honestly say you give a shit what happens to any of the characters?

[Hemp]

Spectacular finish...

great Literary Report.

[DEPUTY DAWG]

Great read!!!!!!! The passion is evident in your writing

[Freak In Black]

pics...pics....pics

[The Sage]

Thanks to anyone who has taken the time to read this. I put this together over the last 6 days or so and it didn't start to flow until about post 5. The perfectionist in me wants to do the editing it so surely needs. I'll probably spend my time between now and the next trip polishing it until I have something I'm satisfied with. Don't worry I don't plan on reposting the revised version. It will be solely for my benefit. Over the next few days I'll post a few pics. Once again thanks for your comments and words of encouragement. As some of you may have concluded writing this has proven to be a truly cathartic experience.

[JD]

Sage,

I truly enjoyed reading your trip report. I know the feeling of wanting to go back and rewrite it. I say go back and read it a week from now. Then start to chisel again, if you must.

Bravo,

JD

[TG37]

Sage great report . thank you

[whynotme]

Sage great report . thank you

i second every one.great reporting

[Citynights]

Thankyou sage for the reporting....

[Freak In Black]

Much obliged hombre

[ErikS]

Sage,
This is quite the literary tome.
Thanks for taking the time to put it together. I enjoyed your insight on “the scene”.
Hope to converse with you in person sometime.
Erik

[Cheeno]

CORRECTION. I knew this shit was reading too good. The section below is actually part of Friday's action. My over stimulated just barely off of vacation brain got the time frames screwed up. Because of the early bar closing the days were shorter by about three hours. You didn't have that dead time between 9:00 and 12:30. Barely had time to visit the Casino after dinner. Basically dinner at 8:00, the Casino at 9:00, and Classico at 10:30. At midnight you were back to the crib. On those nights before the after hours spot I'd get home about 12:15 have a couple of drinks with my companion and then fall asleep. One memoriable night Joanna, more on her later, and I got drunk off about a half bottlle of 8 anos Bacardi and OJ. Joanna wants to go out to the pool at Club Residential, where I was staying, and have sex. I wasn't that drunk, but I did agree to go out on the balcony naked. We never got around to doing the do. All we accomplished was a lot of drunken laughter. Problem was my apartmnent overlooked the pool and was within earshot of the entrance. Our commotion on the balcony led to a knock on the door my both the guards. After that we simply passed on drunk. In the morning Joanna claims complete innocence saying she never ever would have asked to have sex in the pool. We got quite a laugh out of the entire experience.

All in all the curfew was not that bad. I'm glad I was there to experience it. Yes, the party ended early and on some nights that was a slight drag. However, since all of Sosua was now getting more sleep the days were energized. Chicas you never saw before 5:00 pm were now out at 1:00 or 2:00. Because of the limited time to hook up prices were somewhat lower than normal and for once you got a full TLN. You'd think with all the hours to sleep the girls would be trying to escape at 7:00 am, but the exact opposite was happening, from what I saw and heard they were staying until mid morning. I'd like to see a hour later closing time, 1:00 am Sun - Thurs and 3:00 am on Friday/Saturday. My gut feeling is things will go back to normal within the next month because the police/miliatary won't have the energy to inforce the regulation. Other than Politur most of those suckers seem to quit work as soon as the sun goes down.

In my next post I will insert Thursday nights events and layout Friday in more detail.


I agree with you. I wish the government would extend the time by an extra hour.

[Cheeno]

Thursday amended:

After another great session of morning sex with the wife we get dressed and head to Rocky's with T. I'm dragging the laptop because I got emails to check. Nothing worse than getting back to work after a week off to be greeted by 300 emails. To avoid this I go in every other day to clean out as much as I can. We chill in Rocky's for a couple of hours. T jokingly asked the wife if she's okay with he and I going out without her tonight and she replys not problem. I note that she's alright with it because I had paid her off and we all get a big laugh out of this. T heads off back to his place and I take the wife to the carrita stand for her ride back to POP. We agree to hook up tomorrow night. She wants me to attend her promotion celebration for her english class Friday evening. I really don't want to go, but agree to show up late, take her to Aquaceros for a celebratory dinner then hit Magus. I really should be going because her attendance at the affair has cost me 1,000 pesos. We kiss and she's off.

T and I hook up about an hour later and have lunch at Susana's. There was a time where I ate almost exclusively at Morui Mai and places of that type. Now I look forward to my almost daily meal at Susana's. I only eat the abutalas,arroz blanco y pollo. In english this is beans, white rice, and chicken. The chicken is cooked boiled in a tomato based sauce. I absolutely love this shit and can eat it my whole trip with the addition of a couple of nights of the chicken breast sandwich at Baily's, at least one meal of the garlic shrimp from La Casitas in Cabarete, and the fraitas from Aquaceros in POP. We finish our meal and head to Passions (See O.P. for that adventure). After Passions we agree to head into POP to visit the casas.

We arrive at Crystals at 9:30. Two days earlier I had stopped by during the day and where what was once Long Beach was a massive pile of rubble and a lot of unhappy people. Now the entire area had been cleared out. We entered Crytals and the place was packed with chicas as it normally is at 11:30. Typically I can go in there sit at the bar and only one or two girls will approach me. To be honest that's just how I like it. Now I'm with my white buddy and we are mobbed. They are all over us to the point where I am keenly aware of my pockets. Out of all those chicks not one is worth taking. After a couple of over priced beers we escape and head to Bohen.

As we climb the uneven stairs I think back to all the times I've spent in this place. There was one time when the Swede and I would do 9 out of 10 nights of take out from here. I've met some absolutely great chicas in this place and had some great times. Six to seven of us use to hit the place in Jesus's or Danielo's cab and leave with six or seven chicas. 14 drunk passengers all headed back to the Palace. Those where the days. T and I walk in. I'm greeted by one of the veterans who has been there the entire four years of my experience with the place. There are about 10 girls there. We take a seat. All of a sudden they seem to start coming out of the wood work. There are now at least 20 and 4 or 5 of them are doable. We sit down order an grande and watch the passing parade. Vicki, Ani's little sister, comes up to say hello. I always have fun with her. We spent a few nights together about 3years ago. She claims I make her work too hard and has refused to go with me since. She tells me she has a freka for me who she thinks can give me a run for my money. She brings this 5'3" caramel honey over and sits her in front of me. The girl is cute. Looks barely over 18. Has a nice body, but I'm tripping off the hair. I despise extentions. I'm about ready to send her off and then I take a good look at her. This child is fine with a cute pixie face and a tight little body that won't quit. I look down at the feet and she has on a two inch high (I hate those 4-5 inch hooker heels) tie up sandle. Her feet and ankles were beautiful. You may have read elsewhere that I'm a foot man. Okay I'm sold. First though I got to talk to Ralphie the manager. He wants 1,200. I plead long time customer and he agrees to 800. That taken care of I start my negotiation. I ask how much. She says 4. I say 3,000 and she must stay until 11:00 am. She walks off and comes back 5 minutes later with a counter, 3,500 and 9:00 am. I say 3,000 and 11:00 am. She walks off and has a conversation with Vicki. She comes back and agrees to both my conditions. We go to the bar and pay. She heads off to get dressed and I start fantasizing. My buddy T is ribbing me about spending $115. Personally I don't care. I want this little freka. She carrying a seal of approval from some one I trust and I am in love with those feet and that body. She lingers downstairs in the room way too long. Finally she comes up looking great, but with a frown on her face. She stops at the bar and has a short conversation with Vicki. I go over to see if there is a problem. Yes, there is a very messy problem. She has come down on her period. I tell Ralphie. He gives me my money back. I tell the little one I'll see her next trip. I'm a little disappointed, I was looking forward to this, but now am $115 richer. As it turns out it was all for the better. The adventure with Jennifer (see O.P.) was priceless.

I agree with you. "Never go out with a girl who is on her period." :smile:

[The Sage]

I wrote this 4 years ago. Based on questions/issues that have come up lately I decided to resurrect it since I believe it contains some helpful information. Warning, there are no pictures and it's a bit long winded.

"Topic was merged and re opened"

[KoKi9290]

I wrote this 4 years ago. Based on questions/issues that have come up lately I decided to resurrect it since I believe it contains some helpful information. Warning, there are no pictures and it's a bit long winded.

http://news.insearchofchicas.org/forum/showthread.php?t=30019

Great writing! It's nice to know that I'm not the only who is not happy unless he is living on the razor's edge of relationships. It's why I love to come down there. I don't understand how some guys are content to live drama free. Of course, they'll probably outlive us both. Thanks.

[The Sage]

Great writing! It's nice to know that I'm not the only who is not happy unless he is living on the razor's edge of relationships. It's why I love to come down there. I don't understand how some guys are content to live drama free. Of course, they'll probably outlive us both. Thanks.

The illuminating thing was that when I lived there I chose to deal mostly with workers because I wasn't sure what direction my life would take. I didn't think it would be fair to drag some 'quasi-normal" chica into that uncertainty. Turned out to be a lousy idea since I fell harder for one worker than I ever did for one of the exes and spent 6 months tormented by the hoe. One day when I make my peace with my stupidity I'll share the details of that story with you guys.

[gdogg]

Now that you've brought this back up (and I'm reading it again), you know you have to give us an update on these chicas. They're like buddies to me now, I seem to know them.

[The Sage]

Yeah, I've been thinking about how I'm going to present the afterward. Can't get to it until this evening. Promise it will get done.