Fifty something, mother of three, just released
after twenty plus years of juvenile detention,
caught up in Sydney sex pest ring.
after twenty plus years of juvenile detention,
caught up in Sydney sex pest ring.
I too could see the headlines…
This is the first week of the rest of my life!
In fact today is it.
The day of reckoning.
I’ve been telling my husband that
just as soon as the kids are all through school
I’m coming with him on all his business trips…
He’s been telling me for twenty-two years
that I’ll get bored and won’t last the distance.
Tuesday our youngest finished school
and Thursday I got up at 5am to fly to Sydney.
Woo hoo!
Woo hoo!
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So far, so good.
Breakfast in the Virgin lounge and no washing up
the secret fast track lounge exit direct into priority boarding,
A taxi to the hotel
arriving before anyone back home had even woken up.
This is so alright.
Within three hours of being left to get bored in a 4.5 star hotel – duh!
Events have taken quite a turn.
I was by the swimming pool
because for some unfathomable reason
the hotel did not get the hint that
I’m in the top 1% of Trip Advisor reviewers in Melbourne
the hotel did not get the hint that
I’m in the top 1% of Trip Advisor reviewers in Melbourne
and having rocked up in Sydney before 9am
they seemed hell bent
in making me wait for a room until the 2pm check in…
in making me wait for a room until the 2pm check in…
When a man without a stitch on, butt naked
whistles from a top floor room!
He’s standing in front of his glass balcony
with all his ermm ‘wares’ on display…
I bury my head in my magazine
thinking, I don’t know what I was thinking,
but I was wondering whether I’d got an over active imagination…
I carry on reading ‘how to make the perfect Christmas pudding’
or something of that ilk.
When I hear another whistle, and another model like pose on the balcony
Woah, what’s not to like about these business trips?
At this point I’m still thinking he knows the bikini lady opposite.
She ignores the whistles…
This time he’s leaning forward on the glass
everything’s squashed but clearly visible.
Sausages in gladwrap come to mind,
but maybe, dear readers, that’s way too much information for you?
You see despite my sixty million pairs of reading glasses,
my long range vision has remained ‘perfect’.
Unfortunately.
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Right!
I gather up my towel
and tell a rather surprised pool attendant
who is expecting me to announce that my room is finally ready,
that there’s a pervert on the 12th Floor and I’m off to get my camera
And ‘when I’ve got a photo, we’re calling the police‘ I say!
‘Ohhhh, is he young?’
‘I’ve no idea’, I replied,
‘I wasn’t looking at his face’.
Throwing caution to the wind,
I’m back on my sun lounger, camera ready.
I never stopped to think how I might explain a naked man
on my photo stream to my husband this evening…
When across from the other side of the pool
another gent appears…
a tad over dressed for poolside,
in a snappy navy suit with a walkie talkie to his ear.
Rats!
It’s management.
I’ll never get the evidence now.
I’ll never get the evidence now.
He chats to bikini lady, with crackling walkie talkie in hand,
he’s not from the NCIS school of investigation either
his head bent back checking out the balconies – subtle or what?
I guess he’s going for the deterrent policy…
I’m still into entrapment…
He comes to me and I retell the situation.
Magically a room is now available for me,
I’m ushered away from the pool
A key appears, it’s on the 10th Floor
‘but I thought we were having an upgrade to the top floor?’
‘You are.
It is.
But I didn’t want to put you on the same floor
until we’ve investigated further!’
Does he think that Guy was flashing at Moi ?!!!!
OMG no wondered they’re worried.
Horrified fifty something, mother of three,
just released after twenty + years of juvenile detention
caught up in Sydney sex pest ring.
I too could see the headlines.
The hotel goes into full damage limitation mode.
‘Now can I get you a drink?’ he asks
Thank you, I ask for a fizzy water.
‘We can do better than that,
I’ll also have a bottle of Chardonnay sent to your room’
I retreat to my room…
I retreat to my room…
Later my husband appears
‘How was your day? Did you get bored?’
‘No, not at all
The hotel staff are very nice.
I’ve met all the top people.
They gave me an early check-in
and there’s a nice bottle of wine on ice for you!’
