Dad Plays Chauffeur For Lyssa (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: November 18, 1998

Calling Lyssa Back

Getting dropped off home first I was wondering to myself when my chance would be to have the video taped for myself. Stepping inside around 2:15 p.m. I asked my mum if anyone had called, there were two people, Imad and Lyssa. Lyssa supposedly gave me a call at 1:00 p.m. so I decided to give her a call back first. Besides, when I called Imad up he only talked to me for a couple of minutes because he was busy working and as he told me he would call back or visit, he never did.

Calling Lyssa back just fresh from coming back from Wollongong we started chatting about the norm. Lyssa told me that she was at Camden Tavern last night and I can’t really remember who she was with but I think it was either Penelope or Constantine and Nikita. After our small talk Lyssa asked how my night at ‘Waves’ was last night. Apart from saying that it was the best club I had been to where the people were friendly I didn’t mention much of my night as I didn’t feel Lyssa wanted to hear of it.

“Aren’t you going to ask about my modeling” Lyssa asked me. Without a second word I asked Lyssa to tell me about her modeling experience and she began in a devising manner. Lyssa informed me that the people there dressed her with all new clothes and for one shot Lyssa had to wear a boob tube. While standing straight she had to pull her shoulders back and keep them straight but behind her body as she arched back her Chest to reveal her boobs.

The Modelling Story Unfolds

What started to get me enraged with jealousy was when Lyssa started telling me that the photographer asked Lyssa to take her top off and that immediately brought visions to my mind. Lyssa was cautious at first but as he reasonably noted that Lyssa would have to be more revealing in order to be a model she took her top off. Lyssa had her bra underneath and as the guy asked her to take off her pants so they could probably do a good lingerie shot Lyssa drew the line there.

The guy had Lyssa take her bra off and throw on a button up shirt where he then asked Lyssa to undo all the buttons. As she had done this the photographer asked Lyssa to open up the top and place her breasts properly in the shirt so that they would be facing up. Walking up to Lyssa he pulled the shirt out on both sides from the bottom to reveal Lyssa’s breasts to him.

Lyssa was shocked as he had done this but as the photographer had seen Lyssa as a form of art he then progressed to place his hands directly on Lyssa’s boobs as he moved them how he wanted them to appear in the photo, both boobs. Lyssa’s mum wasn’t in the room at the time when this was all being done and although Lyssa felt uncomfortable she wasn’t too distraught.

Lyssa informed me that they didn’t do her makeup very good and her hair was just up there. Lyssa told me that one of the photo’s I would love so when she gets copies done she will probably show me.

Wednesday 1:04 a.m.

A Trilogy Becomes A Saga

How unjust, how immoral to once again prolong such literature beyond a trilogy. These Trilogies have so much momentum as has ‘Star Wars’ and it’s Epic Trilogy. With news now that this third part of my weekends epic won’t be the last (Because I will only write now for one hour) there will be more chapters like ‘Star Wars’.

The meteor shower, I’m not sure how it went but around 5:00 a.m. I stepped outside and noticed the sky was very red. Clouds were over the whole of the sky concealing such a magnitude of events in the sky and I was let down as I too wanted to view hundreds of shooting stars at once. I guess it will be on the news tonight but it won’t be the same.

Shawn And Tatton Interrupt

The reason I stopped writing last was because Shawn and Tatton came over and interrupted me while I was typing. From 2:00 a.m. they kept themselves grounded at my house for the next two hours as Tatton kept on about his 80’s trivia, he knows so much. We once again talked about Saddam Hussein and how World War III is practically evident within the next year but of course, you wouldn’t have heard of our talks yet because I haven’t gotten around to it.

We talked about the meteor shower and I even asked Tatton some questions about the past. You see, I wanted to find out when exactly the time was when I robbed the electronic goods seconds store with Jett. There will be more on that later, now let me get back to my Trilogy for an hour…

Photos With Ali

Now as we were noting, Lyssa and I were talking on the phone after I arrived from Wollongong and my day at the beach. The time was around 2:30 p.m. on Sunday and from what I can see I am up to the part where Lyssa and I are talking about her modeling experiences. Pretty much her whole day has been explained previously so let me get to the rest of our conversation. When Lyssa arrived back home from her modeling she met up with Ali and Penelope.

That didn’t phase me but then Lyssa decided to inform me that Penelope thought it would be a good idea if Lyssa took some more modeling shots at home with her camera. This wasn’t heading in the direction I wanted it to head and I knew what Lyssa would come to next. Penelope suggested that Ali and Lyssa pose together in a couple of photo’s and just remembering the picture I stole from Lyssa’s house of Ali and Lyssa posing together, hands touching and a seductive look, it sickened me.

I wouldn’t want to imagine what Lyssa was wearing when she posed with Ali let alone how they posed. Because I started to get pissed off with this information I didn’t talk as much and was a bit angrier. Lyssa then went on to tell me that Penelope was picking her up soon so she could head to Ali’s house because Imad (Whom I later found out was Hakim) was fixing his car.

Too Spoilt For A Bus

Before Lyssa had to leave she also told me that Penelope’s mum is coming over her house on Monday around noon. Beforehand I asked Lyssa if she would like to sleep for the night but that is the response I received. Still keeping our options open I told Lyssa that she could get home way before noon but Lyssa then told me that she would have no way to get to my house. Lyssa’s mum gave her $20 to pay for train fares and other shit for work, Lyssa didn’t want to spend that money on a Taxi.

Stubborn and spoilt would be the two describing words for Lyssa not wanting to use public transport like buses and trains to get to my house. Lyssa has always told me she never likes traveling with public transport alone but one day when she doesn’t have me or anyone else she will have to get used to it. Lyssa catches the train to work alone everyday but when it comes to catching a bus to my house it’s too risky. Because Penelope’s mum is meeting Lyssa at her house to use the phone Lyssa couldn’t help me look for work on Monday which didn’t really bother me.

A Very Long Phone Call

From what I knew, Penelope’s mum wanted to use Lyssa’s phone so she could ring overseas. From what I now know, when Lyssa let her use the phone on Monday afternoon she kept herself on there for over an hour and a half. She rang Lebanon twice and some European country and that would have come to a bill over $1000. Penelope’s mum’s phone can’t call overseas and since the bill never comes up on Lyssa’s phone Penelope’s mum thought to use what she felt was a privilege.

What it turned out to be in my books was abusing the privilege of what should have been a free phone call. That was a bit rude on Penelope’s mum’s count, allowed to call overseas out of good faith and tie up the line for an hour and a half. If Lyssa’s bill does come up I can be sure that Penelope’s mum won’t be forking out all the money to pay up that’s for sure.

Asking Dad For Help

When Lyssa jumped off the phone I got a little tired on Sunday afternoon so from 3:00 p.m. I slept for three hours. Waking up around 6:00 p.m. to a call from Lyssa we talked of Lyssa coming over my house. The way we could see it, Lyssa didn’t have enough money and she didn’t want to catch public transport.

That was making it very hard for Lyssa to come over my house but despite the fact that Lyssa had her periods (Which didn’t bother me at all) I really wanted to sleep next to Lyssa knowing that we weren’t going to do anything. Finally I came to the conclusion that I would ask my dad to drive to Lyssa’s house and pick her up to take her back to my house.

The ploy was that Lyssa wanted to get some of her assignment done and considering this was the first time that I would invite a girl over my house with the help of my dad I wasn’t sure how he would take my request. Running upstairs I knew he would say yes to my request and as Lyssa was still on the phone I asked her to get ready. Lyssa packed her College work and as my dad and I jumped in the car we headed swiftly to her house.

Dad Behind The Wheel

Lyssa was dressed in her pants and black top and as I grabbed her considerably large bag full of work I escorted her to the back seat of dad’s car and we were on our way. After some friendly thank you’s from Lyssa to my dad we drove to my house and with my dad I conversed to keep the tension down if ever there was any. Reaching my house Lyssa and I walked to open the garage door and as I let Lyssa into my room I gave back the key to my dad and gave him the complimentary wog kiss on the cheek for appreciation.

Sleep Before The Story

My perception of Sunday night with Lyssa in my room should be explained at a better time rather than now being half asleep. For that reason I must leave my three pages of notes behind for a latter time when I can fully concentrate on what I am writing.

Today when I wake up I will hopefully write the rest of this four part series before heading to the Gym and creating more literature for me to recall and remember. Sleep is now evident and I hope that Lyssa doesn’t give me a call tomorrow for memories sake because I already have to write so much about our phone calls on Monday and Tuesday which are pretty meaningful. Sleep time now, sleep time…

Back From The Gym

Wednesday 6:28 p.m.

Well, here I am again just back from my workout at the Gym and yes, here I am again trying to elaborate of the past, of Sunday and in chronology. Just like last month I once again have become lazy or too busy to write in my Diary and just like last month it’s taken me more than four entries to complete.

Blaming My Biorhythms

Also like last month I had myself a cold near the end of the month so if I get another cold in the coming days there’s something fishy going on. This could have to do with my Biorhythm Cycles and if my hunch is correct that would explain the highs and lows that I’ve been feeling around the end of the month and the start of the new month. Biorhythm Cycles have to do with 28 day Cycles for you mental, physical and emotional aspects…