Her name is Pinky. Pinky is a homeless deaf mute. But that's ok, I still love her all the same. I'll never forget the brisk March morning when i found her sleeping in a dumpster behind a adult toy store, while i was searching for aluminum cans and something to eat. Who was to know that my life was about to change forever. She was all covered up under a bunch of papers, trying to stay warm. I will always remember the look on her face thru the clear plastic when i uncovered her while i sorted thru the trash, almost a shocked look. Poor Pinky she was almost froze stiff because she never moved a muscle, her body temperature was low also. I dont think she had eaten for a while because when i pulled her out of the dumpster she was light as a feather. I was about half-drunk that morning and was feeling pretty cocky an had the courage of a hundred men. I looked deep into her bedroom blue eyes, i ran my fingers thru her long lustrous yellow hair, my heart pounded when i gazed at her full & voluptuous lips, then i gave her the wettest most intimate kiss that i had ever given. Boy i could have stayed lost in that moment forever. She never once looked away. Thats when i knew it was love at first site. The fire and chemistry between us was just unbelievable! Our passion & love for each other grew feverishly. We started making out back in the alley and i guess we lost track of time when a store clerk came out the back door and yelled "Get The Hell Out Of Here You Sick Homeless Drunken Dumb Bastard Before I Call 911 !!" We just stood there and laughed at him, Ahhh Ha Ha Ha. Well now that i think back i was the only one laughing, i think Pinky was more embarrassed than anything else because she never flinched a bit. I grabbed Pinky up under my arm and i took off running as fast as i could for the bridge that i live under. It was so romantic, just like Bogart & Bacall in the movies. And we made wild passionate love the rest of the day & whole night long. We were together for seven beautiful months. We made such a lovely couple. I was so proud of her. Whenever we would walk down the street together there was'nt a head that did'nt turn our way. I know alot of other men were jealous, they would just stop and stare at us. My mother was so happy for me, just the mention of Pinky's name and she would break down into tears. It would just make my love for Pinky that much stronger. Every day that i would spend with her is a day that i would treasure. Not many men can say that about their girlfriend!
Chapter Two
A Plea For Help!However there is a sadder note to this touching love story. My Pinky has been kidnaped! They left a ransom note under the bridge demanding $50,000.00 dollars in US unmarked bills. Or they said they would send Pinky back in a cardboard box wrapped in plain brown paper. I tried saving the aluminum from my beer cans, but i usually end up cashing them in for another six pack. I went to the police but for some strange reason they will not help me. I also tried getting her photo posted on the back of milk cartons, but they refuse to help also. I may not be to intelligent due to the fact that i have very little education (third grade) but the only reason i can figure out why no one will help us is because we are homeless. Poor Pinky on top of being a deaf mute also has a rare type of skin disorder. It almost feels like plastic. I fear that if she don't receive the medical attention that she needs her life may be in grave danger. I'm afraid that i may have caught it also. When we were together we have virtually been thrown out of every medical facility in Ft. Wayne In. Even the free clinic. One look at Pinky and they refuse to treat us. I need money so i can fly to Europe to find a cure. I have plenty of Camel cash and Marlboro miles saved up from my cigarettes but as of yet they are not offering a trip to Europe. So i ask all of you, Please help my Pinky! Help me! Save our love! God bless you all! Rick.
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This page in loving memory of
Lydia Atterson who died 11/11/97
I think you would have liked this. I miss ya!
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