Ann Parker

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2008-05-26T01:12:00.001-07:00

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Ann at White Ghetto

2008-05-26T01:09:00.001-07:00

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Ann at Velvet Ecstacy

2008-05-15T18:59:00.001-07:00

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Ann Marie is a professional photographer back in Denver where she mixes business and pleasure when she shoots rock bands on and off stage. But she always ends up having too much fun back stage to make any serious money. So she figured she can satisfy her cock craving while improving her income by doing porn on the side.

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2007-08-29T21:52:00.001-07:00

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Another weekend adventure..

2007-08-06T18:37:00.000-07:00

The conversation started on a congenial enough note. Ann Parker and I had arrived for a shoot at cameraman Mike Raffone's studio and we were discussing what we had done over the weekend.

"You know," I told her. "I think someone put something in my drink on Saturday afternoon. I was at The Siren in Hermosa Beach and I started feeling kind of woozy. The room began spinning and then some mild nausea kept hitting me in waves.. "

Ann raised an eyebrow at me.

"It wasn't normal. In fact, it was really strange." I continued. "They pour really generous drinks there, but I'd only had three of them. I've been drinking for a lot of years and I know what my limits are. I never get sloppy drunk or start feeling sick like that."

Ann listened and regarded me with some type of emotion in her eyes. Was it concern? Was it disapproval? Was it sympathy? I couldn't read her face and I decided to infuse the moment with some levity.

"Believe me, I'm an old drunk - I know exactly how much I can consume without ever going too far overboard." I said with a chuckle.

Ann still did not respond. It was time to change the subject.

"Anyways," I said in finishing. "nothing bad happened. My friend drove me home and I passed out. The next morning I was positive that someone had put something in my drink. I felt like crap for the rest of the weekend, but things coulda been worse - at least I made it back to my apartment safely."

Ann continued looking at me and seemed to be digesting my words. I shrugged my shoulders and made a palms-up gesture with my hands to convey a casual, dismissive "so there you have it/make of it what you will" attitude. Ann eyed me a little longer and then she finally spoke.

"Yeah, I'm sure someone did put something in your drink." she agreed in a nasty, condescending tone of voice. "It's called liquor, you dumbass!! Why do you always have to try and make excuses for not knowing when to stop yourself?"

I stared at her. An insidious silence invaded the room. The tension mounted. I grimaced. Ann squared her shoulders. Mike Raffone grabbed his camera and it was ON!!!!

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2007-08-04T10:13:00.001-07:00

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2007-07-15T10:00:00.001-07:00

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Ann in Action!

2007-04-26T22:22:00.000-07:00

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Ann & Kayla Quinn

2007-04-11T21:23:00.000-07:00

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Amazing Ann

2007-03-11T10:28:00.000-07:00

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Ann's Birthday

2007-03-11T10:05:00.000-07:00

Ann turned 24 a few weeks ago. She seemed utterly disinterested in the event of her own birthday. That made me like her even more. After all, no one between the ages of 21 and 65 should be celebrating birthdays anyways. She obviously knew that. I knew that. Nonetheless, her birthday afforded me a great excuse to go all out and plan a big drinking bash. By my terms a "big drinking bash" involves about four people. Ann, Shannan Leigh, Jewell Marceau, and I headed out to George Petrelli's Steakhouse at my behest. We enjoyed a great dinner and consumed a few too many shots of vodka. The bartender summoned a cab and reassured us that we could leave my Buick Skylark in the parking lot overnight. All four of us were chatting exuberantly and giggling as we poured into the cab and directed the driver to Shannan's apartment.

When we arrived at her place Shannan fumbled for the keys to the door and I grabbed Ann by her shoulders.

"Ann," I sputtered drunkenly, "I have a special gift for you. It's pretty amazing. It may not last long but it is amazing."

Ann smiled back at me with a mixture of appreciation and embarrassment. She turned a bit red.

"I really want you to see this work of art because its dynamism is.. irrefutable." I continued.

For a few moments I searched my mind for an appropriate follow-up comment because I always have the feeling that I don't describe things well when those particular things have an impact on me. I felt my drunkenness and I felt my inability to articulate what I wanted to say. Ann giggled. I let my thoughts drift off into unreachable obscurity. Shannan finally unlocked the door and we all stumbled into her home.

"Let me get the cake ready!" Shannan exclaimed as she set down her purse and headed towards her refrigerator.

"I'll show you your gift after you've blown out the candles." I told Ann with quiet yet eager anticipation.

Shannan reappeared with the cake and some vodka within a few minutes. Ann made a wish and blew out the burning candles which decorated the cake. We all cheered and then I vanished into the kitchen. Jewell was busy pouring shots of vodka for everyone as I pulled Ann's birthday present out of the cabinet where I had hidden it. I beamed at the masterpiece one last time as I cradled it in my arms. My excitement mounted as I transported this incredible creation into the dining room where the other girls were waiting. I walked in backwards. With a monumental flourish I spun around and presented the unparalleled watermelon sculpture to Ann. I exuded happiness and triumph as I watched Ann's face and waited for her reaction.

Ann gazed at the physiognomy of the Viking who stared back at her from the bulk of the carved watermelon. His imperious expression commanded respect despite the bananas in his head that functioned as decorative horns. The Viking stared at Ann. Ann stared at the Viking. The Viking clearly disturbed her. Raw power emanated from the Viking's head, specifically from his brow, and of course the spectacle defied normal comprehension. The Viking overwhelmed the room with his majesty and the sheer scare factor of his realism. He neither sought nor required validation. Ann seemed frozen. The Viking remained resolute and unwavering; his banana-adorned head regarded Ann with unmistakable ferocity.

I found myself beginning to cringe after more than a silent minute went by. Obviously Ann could not accept the Viking for who he was. She did not want to see him at all. She did not really want to see anything. The night was ruined. She knew it. I knew it.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Ann finally screamed at me.

I could not explain since I was just now comprehending that Ann did not want to move past her current acceptance of what defined art. Or what comprised inspiration. I continued to hold the Viking in my arms. Within these same troubled moments I also realized that everyone present would eventually write off the evening as just another example of drunken debauchery if they remembered it at all. Still, the tension hung in the air. Ann threw herself at me. I tried to protect the Viking by depositing him on a side table as I simultaneously stripped off my clothes and engaged myself in battle.

"I guess you need a glowing review from an art critic before you see anything, don't you?" I hissed in Ann's ear as she threw me to the ground and tried to smother the life out of me with her substantial breasts.

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Ann Parker & Ginger Lee

2007-02-22T06:40:00.000-08:00

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Able, Amorous Ann

2007-02-20T05:33:00.000-08:00

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Last Saturday Night

2007-02-18T14:00:00.000-08:00

Ann and I had plans to go get a few drinks this past Saturday night. At the last minute she changed her mind about going. I had already shaved my legs and put on makeup so I was standing in front of her imploring her to get off her ass. Her quiet refusals became very annoying. She remained resolute in her intention to stay home even as I continued badgering her. I would not give her any peace. She kept trying to read her newspaper. Finally Ann favored me with an appraising glance and a raised eyebrow. She said:

"I will not be seen in public with you when you are wearing those clothes. That dress looks like one of the tube tops my mother used to wear in the 1970s with her Richard Simmons-style nylon shorts. I've seen photos. It looks like you took one of her old tube tops and stretched it out so it would just barely cover your ass. Not only do you look like a cheap hooker - you look like a cheap hooker who shops at Goodwill. Have fun hitting the bars by yourself. I don't want to be seen with you, but I'm sure that you will end up with plenty of company."

With that Ann picked up her newspaper again and resumed her reading of it. I stood there deflated. Did I really look that bad? Was my attire that embarrassing? Was Ann really ashamed to be seen with me? I pondered the unpleasant notions and after a moment I noticed Ann slipping a peek at the clock on the wall. Why did she care what time it was? She was planning to stay home. Or was she? All of a sudden the proverbial dime dropped in my head. I remembered the phone messages from someone named Fred who had called for Ann earlier in the day - the message that I had neglected to give to Ann at all.

"Oh, are you waiting for Fred to call?" I asked Ann in a malicious tone of voice. "Is that why you are looking at the clock? Is that why you don't want to come out with me?"

Ann's head popped up from behind her newspaper.

"How do you know Fred?" she demanded.

I smiled a cruel smile.

"Did Fred call?" she asked with rising concern.

I smiled again and raised my eyebrows at her.

"Fred called, didn't he?" she said more as a statement than a question. "What did he say? Did he leave a message?"

"You know," I said evenly. "Someone calling here and leaving a message with me is tantamount to that person not having called at all."

I didn't give her time to reflect on my statement before reaching over and pulling her newspaper out of her hands. Within mere seconds our nasty argument had spilled onto the floor as each of us attempted to dominate and punish the other using any means possible..

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Crazy Road Trip

2007-01-07T12:51:00.000-08:00

Stacy Burke, Ann Parker, and I were leaving Yellowstone Park and Stacy was driving. I sat in the backseat reading the map. As it turned out I directed Stacy to the wrong exit and we spent six extra hours trying to drive all the way around Yellowstone before heading back to California. She and Ann were just smoking mad about the whole situation. They told me not to say another word to them until we hit the Nevada border. I stared despondently out the window until I fell asleep. Hours later I was awakened by the feel of the tires grinding to a stop on the side of the road. What was happening? Ann was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat and Stacy was sitting rigidly behind the steering wheel staring into her sideview mirror. A quick glance at my watch revealed that it was just after 2AM. Actually, maybe it wasn't - I didn't even know what state or timezone we were in. Heavy footfalls on gravel indicated that someone was approaching our car. Stacy hesitantly rolled down the window and then a huge belt buckle with a six-shooter to the left of it stepped into my line of sight, perfectly framed by Stacy's window. Of course the gun and buckle were attached to a giant utility belt worn by police officers everywhere. Ten beefy fingers drummed on the edge of the belt. Heavy, ornate metal rings decorated each finger. Those fingers looked like they were just itching to wrap themselves around the butt of a gun. Or maybe around the throat of a hapless motorist. What had Stacy done to attract the attention of this fucking redneck?

The cop started to bend down towards Stacy and the process took a long time. Finally his red face was about a foot above hers and he rested his forearm on the top of the car. He was wearing a gigantic cowboy hat and mirrored sunglasses with weird blue reflective lenses. I didn't know exactly what time it was, but the nighttime sky was pitch black outside. How could he even see through those glasses?

"Y'all been drinking?" the officer demanded.

"No." Stacy responded. "I've been driving for hours and we have no alcohol in here."

"Well, you must be awful tired then. Driving tired is even more dangerous than driving drunk. Do you know that?" the cop asserted with a nasty leer.

Silence.

"You're going to catch a deer before you hit Gillette if you keep driving like that, missy!" he drawled.

Stacy remained steadfastly silent. The cop regarded her as she stared straight ahead through the windshield into the darkness. Finally he said:

"You gonna tell me that you didn't see that stop sign back there when you passed through the center of town?"

That got her attention and Stacy snapped her head around to look at him.

"Stop sign? There was no stop sign. What are you talking about, officer?" Stacy said with a bit of genuine surprise. Then, with some indignation she repeated: "There was no stop sign."

The fat sheriff glowered through the window and his jowls quivered.

"You arguing with me, young lady?" he snarled.

"No, I'm just telling you how it is." Stacy declared. The sheriff's face seemed to grow even redder in the moonlight. "There was no stop sign. No stop sign at all. I would have seen it. I passed through that giant white arch thing at the entrance of town with the Rotary Club insignia, the Knights of Columbus insignia, the population statistics, and whatever else is on there. Then I saw you parked in the lot of the bowling alley with the interior light of your vehicle on so I was making sure to drive carefully. And I did not see a stop sign. There was no stop sign!"

The sheriff could not seem to digest her words or fathom her insolent attitude. I was becoming alarmed. We were not in Los Angeles. We were not even in Bakersfield. This small-town sheriff with the six shooter had us on the side of the road in the center of America in some little town where his word was law. Stacy needed to calm down and be a little more polite. She had no such intention.

"If you're going to ticket me for running a stop sign then you need to show me exactly where this stop sign is. I don't believe it even exists so why don't we go back there so you can show it to me?" she shot at him with all the disdain of one accustomed to the modern ways of a big city.

The sheriff had mentioned Gillette when he first approached the car so we must be on the outskirts of a city smaller than Gillette. Gillette, Wyoming is not a big city. Stacy's snotty attitude was not going to go over well here in the cold non-bosom of our nation.

"Sir," I said urgently as I leaned forward from the backseat, "my friend is very tired.."

I got no farther and because the fat sheriff immediately had one hand on a huge flashlight and the other on his six shooter. I froze. The flashlight beam blinded me as it hit me in squarely in the face. At least it wasn't a bullet. I felt the strong beam wavering as the sheriff struggled to control his equipment.

"Everyone out of the car! ...EVERYONE OUT OF THE CAR!!" he bellowed over and over.

Of couse Ann was wide awake by now and all three of us scrambled out of the car through our respective doors. The red sheriff tried to recover his equanimity. It hit me belatedly that he had not even realized someone was in the back of the car. Was he drunk? Oh yeah, that's what it must be. His synapses were not all firing at the correct speed. After a few moments I heard myself imploring him in a quiet voice to just "let us be on our way." I assured him that my friend had been driving too long and had gotten too tired to remember her manners. I went on and on trying to appease him while beseeching him to let us go. Somehow I ended up convincing him that I would do the driving and get us safely out of town. He finally allowed us to leave. We piled into the car with me at the wheel. I set the cruise control at 54.5 MPH and that sheriff followed me the whole twenty-four miles to the county line.

I was still seething five miles after I saw his headlights U-turn behind me. I had hated kissing his fat ass and I was mad at Stacy for having aggravated the situation at the outset. Or maybe I wasn't. Perhaps I was just mad at myself for getting us lost in the first place. And for sucking up to the cop. My foot pressed down harder on the gas pedal. Pretty soon I was going over 70. Then over 80. Then past 90. Now I was blazing down the highway at 110 MPH. I was just starting to feel a bit amazed that my old Buick Skylark could go that fast when I saw the flashing lights in my rearview mirror. Holy crap, it was another cop. I willed myself to calm down. Ann and Stacy were yelling at me to stop. I did. The cop stopped too. Moments later we heard the sound of heavy footsteps crunching gravel yet again that night..

What happened next? How many of us ended up in the local jailhouse? How bad was the abuse at the hands of local law enforcement?

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