Probably as old as I've gone, which is roughly 50-55 if I had to guess the old coot's age. As the story goes, I was 20 years of age at the time, staying in essentially an apartment within a treatment facility. 3-bedroom apartment, as it were, ground level. As I was partaking in Catcher In the Rye whilst winding down for the eve, I hear a soft 'rat a tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat' upon my bedroom window. Intrigued, I quickly make my way to the source of the noise and open the Phoenician blinds; staring back at me- a wrinkly old whoore-looking lady, beckoning me to join her outside. Neither of us had to speak the words, it was just quite obvious the instant I saw her that she was requesting a sexual rendezvous.
Well, it so happened that like most any rehabilitation center, there are of course rules. Among them was a fairly strict curfew of 10:00, and as I was staying at this facility in lieu of the county jail, it was even more pertinent that I adhere to these standards for my own sake. As I watched the lady beg for me to come outside, my inner-horny-impulsive self had a decision to make- do I retract my blinds and simply ignore her request, ensuring I violate no rules and protect the few freedoms I DO have at the moment, or do I crawl out my window, run with her through the night in a hurried, crouching stance, staying within the shadows and peering over my shoulder in anxiousness? It took me all of roughly 5 seconds to choose the latter.
It turns out she lived in a basement-level apartment, one block south. I really hadn't gotten a good look at her until that point, and though I was hoping for the best, it did not come as a surprise to me that she was indeed in her 50s, particularly wrinkly, tan skin, no teeth (that I noticed), and liquored up to the moons. She was...not attractive.
After denying her offers of both spirits and smokeables, I started to regret my decision. I couldn't stop thinking about my absence, and the possibility that the night staff decided to do a random check-up. Trying not to assume the worst, I reassured myself that it was unlikely they had checked on our rooms; I'd only been gone roughly 15 minutes at that point as it were. The second matter of course was that this particularly unsightly woman was laying before me, heavily intoxicated, and I was a sober 20 year old trying to 'change my deviant ways.' My heart and mind both felt..knew that this situation one was most certainly deviant, through and through.
Anyway we kissed and sucked and fucked, I went home, my window was locked, I had to go in through the front and explain myself. (I was just feeling holed up so I decided to sneak out of my window at 2am and go for a walk, yeah) Breathalyzer and UA as per policy, passed both, went to bed, talked to case manager lady next day, got kicked out, didn't go back to jail for some reason, went to lived at friend's house, got into a bunch more trouble, and so on and so forth.
