Kana
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The first time was when I was leaving work. It was standard practice for the guards to randomly pull a car over and search it. I was just really lucky that my car was chosen randomly on a day that I had a bag full of BDSM gear in my trunk. Honestly, the guard who kept pulling out kinky toys and lingerie out of the bag was more embarassed than I was. Nice. Time for my second most awkward trunk story. I was heading up to The Crucible, oh, say a decade ago. It was one of those nice spring Saturdays, beautiful weather, perfect humidity that are so rare in DC. So we decided to make a day of it, go to the museums, dinner in G-town, walk off the meal shopping, then head to The Crucible. Which is a great idea-but there's one small problem-there's some event going on in DC and not only is the traffic impossible, but parking is simply nonexistent. So we tool around in gridlock, hoping against hope for about 1/2 an hour looking for a place to park when all of a sudden, right next to the mall, I spot a garage that has a sign out front, Public Parking Today. Without thinking, I zip into it real fast, only kinda vaguely noting as I head down the ramp the sign that says INS. Get to the bottom, turn the corner, and right by the gate there are four freaking marines(One female), machine guns in hand, khakis, helmets the lot-it's about 9 months post 9/11 and everyone in DC is still hyperwonky about security. Which should be no big deal, except I realize immediately what's going on-it's a federal building and these guys are doing security checks before letting people park. And I mean security, waving mirrors under cars, opening trunks and all... I pull up, they do the external search, then open the trunk, where I've got three, count em, three bags of toys, skewers, floggers whips, canes galore, cuffs, spreader bars, hoods, cock gags, dildos, plugs, the whole lot. It takes em twenty minutes to sort through all the shit-heated discussions murmuring from the back the whole time. Meanwhile I'm dying, the sub-she can't stop looking at the floor and her face makes crimson seem colorless When the marines came back around, they couldn't even talk or meet my eyes, they just waved me through. It was bloody awesome, cracked me up all day. I think it took her a week to recover.
< Message edited by Kana -- 8/19/2012 10:50:25 PM >
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