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October 16th, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

The hotel phone ringing, I wakes up, in Atlanta. On the other line is a male, speaking in a very feminine voice asking for a Mark… Something seems fishy about the voice. I say this is not him and they say sorry and hang up. Soon after the same guy calls back asking if this is room 305. I am told there is a prepaid massage scheduled for my room in 30 min…. if I would like it. As much as I would like a massage, I have to go to work, but I love one when I am free, but I have no idea when that will be. My suspicions lower when I put down the phone and see the massage fast call button.

When he calls back for a time, I ask if they have female employees. Not that I would mind a guy giving giving me a massage, but not this guy. Yes they have females available. Ok this shows some serious promise :-) I ask if I can call back but he says he can’t give me his number. Hmmmm……. I know where this might be heading.
I get the call where I say when a good time would be. Then I am told about the additional services…. The weird guy starts telling me how I can get worked up… “oh Jesus…..” Happy ending and all. All I can say is that I might be interested if it was a cute female giving the massage.
An hour before my appointment i get another call that no females are availible. I say I am not interested at all if no females are involved after hearing about the additional services. He tells me I can try closing my eyes and I hang up the phone.
Now the entire time I have a strange suspicions that the guy at the front desk is the same guy calling me. I have no thing to connect them except his creepiness and idea that these calls might be coming from inside the hotel. I look at every security camera i pass. This guys voice is totally different but I think it’s a fake voice anyways…

Fast forward. Here I am, wighting this, in his car with his son Allen. The result of my co workers not being willing to bring me to the airport. It’s on the reluctant ride that it happens in some casual conversation. The guy breaks into his “Voice”. It’s him. I text my coworkers, if they don’t hear from me at the airport in 45 min, call the cops.

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