Lost & Found

Have you ever made a bad decision, knowing at the time it was a bad decision? I mean they say your vision is always 20/20 looking at the past, but I can remember times when, I knew something bad would come from my actions, and yet I proceeded anyway. This is a story of one of those times in my life.

“Damn it!”, I shouted getting back into the driver seat of my car. I was frustrated to say the least, because I had just noticed my wallet was missing. I did the usual retracing my steps in my mind, to the locations I was earlier in the day. That’s when it hit me, I must have dropped it at the store I visited this afternoon.

This afternoon, I had stopped by the local adult toy shop to pick up a birthday present for my girlfriend. I wouldn’t say we were a crazy adventurous couple, but she enjoyed the feeling of a butt plug inside her while we were fucking, and I loved to oblige her. I had purchased a larger than normal version today, so we could try to open her up a bit more. Anyway, I must have dropped my wallet inside, or left it on the counter, and was now forced to drive back into the worst part of town to fetch it. This was not exactly how I had envisioned my night going.

On my way over, I called the store to ask about it, and the manager said he remembered me, and that he indeed found my wallet, and had it stored behind the counter for my return. I was overjoyed to learn this, but then he mentioned they were closing in 5 minutes, and I was still at least 25 -30 minutes away. “Please can you stay open, so I can grab it?” I begged over the phone. I was starting to panic, thinking I might have to cancel dinner plans with my girlfriend, if I could not retrieve it tonight. He gruffly agreed, saying “I guess man, just bring back the bag and items you purchased earlier, in case I’m not here. That way they can verify you from the purchase and give you your wallet”, and then he hung up the phone. For the moment, I relaxed, although I couldn’t reason why they needed to see my purchase, considering my wallet had a very recent picture ID, and that should be enough.

Pulling into the parking lot, it was a ghost town. I was immediately worried that they closed up, disregarding my request, and I confirmed that when I saw the closed sign hanging from the entrance door. “Fuck!” I shouted. I was really upset, “he couldn’t have waited 10 fucking minutes!?” I decided to walk around back, where the secondary entrance was. I always avoided this entrance. it led directly into the video booth section, and I wasn’t into that at all. They one time I had ventured back there, I was immediately mobbed by guys trying to feel me up, and get me to suck their dick. I got out of there fast.

I’m not homophobic or anything like that, I just know I’m not into dudes. I’ve always done really well with women, ever since I was younger. I was modest looking, a muscular framed 6ft,190lb twenty five year old American guy, and I was slightly above average below the belt.