Cartel Candy

The last story I have to write is my very frist ride wich in some ways is the most crazy and prepared me for what to expect from this business. This story is number 2. I had a rare Saturday afternoon pickup from a local Hospital. She seemed like the last person leaving there as locals call it a bandaide station not a hospital. My pick up was an older Albino lady. She seemed different. Obviously from her looks but also her demenoir her behavior. Not bad, intelligent. I asked if we could stop at a local gas station since I had been running all day and was getting low on fuel. She agreed as she wanted to buy drinks, well, I actually needed to use the bathroom as I dig back into my memory, that was more the issue not filling up. She tried to buy a few things but had trouble getting her new food stamp card to work properly. So she gave up and we left. After about 20 mins of her making sure we where going the right way and before that I was certian we where, she asked one more time, then it dawned on me we where not going to the address she had requested in fact it was closer to the hospital. So I apologized, ignored the App and brought up my map on google as this can happen very rarely. This is where she calmed down as she was getting a little upset, infact she began to recount her tale of why she was in my car and how she ended up at the hospital. "I was taking the trash to the end of my driveway, a white Van pulled up with two Mexican men asking me directions, the next thing I know im in a shed full of women and children some naked some clothed all chained up all had on gags, the next thing I remember after that was running down a street up North by Columbus naked down an street, some one called the police. I was being asked over and over for more details at the hospital but I don;t remember, I was drugged up, and my mind has blocked alot of the trauma." I chimmed in " WOW..., you need like a deep relaxation hypnosis to bring it up" "Yeah, It was the Cartel, I'm sure of it. I normally conceal carry, but who is expecting to get snatched by thier house in broad day light? As we drove to the right address I recognized it as a womans shelter. I had no idea untill I dropped her off. I apologized for stopping and not going to the right address. She was ok with it and went inside. A few days latter I gave a ride home to an adminstrator of that building. I tried ever so delicatly to ask if there is anyone there that was a victim of trafficking. Ofcoarse she stone walled my question, but said we do get them periodically, infact she had a gal from England that met a guy online only to be sex trafficked some years ago. She could tell me that. It wasn't unusual. Since her ride my once a week pickups of random women stopped. I did mention I have a blogg/book but kept identities secret. Well I guess she didn't believe it.

Gator Bait

Its Summer, and summer in Southern Ohio is more Akin to Kentucky than it is to the rest of Ohio. As a friend had called and was on an ear bud while I did a few short pickups and drop offs, I notified my passengers that an olde friend was on the phone and that I was finnishing up the call. All 3 where ok with the phone call. Something interesting that I had not realized was a "southern accent" that my friend on the phone noticed who lived out West. I had become used to it. So thats why I left him on the line for 2 more rides from the first one. I wanted to ask where my riders had grown up where are they from , and so on. Sure enough all were born and raised here. So one busy weekday I was running a gal who lived in section 8 government housing and was just another gal going to a specialist or a doctor at a local hospital. She was originally from Louisiana a state I hadnt been to yet, but I have relatives from there. She was living in Columbus but found the winters too long and to cold, wich is just two hours North. Some how we got talking about Louisiana and some of the wildlife further south. She went on to tell me funny but odd story. "One day I was sitting at home watching TV in my section 8 housing as ive been doin this all my life now, I heard this banging on the backdoor coming from the backdoor, I go up and looked out the back door window and didn't see anyone. So I went back and watched TV. Sure enough not even 10 mins, I heard that banging again. So this time I snuck into the kitchen and peered thru the blinds real quite like. I about screamed when I saw a gator sitting on the steps at the backdoor, a bigin. I knew he wasn't goin to leave so I went into the fridge and got some left over fried chiken and thru it out the kitchen window, I didnt dare open that door. That had worked, he snatched up the chicken then wondered out the backyard of my row home."