The Ottawa scene has died down. One of my wildest was several years ago with, let’s call her, April. I generally don’t repeat, but April had the eyes of a cat, the body of an egyptian goddess and the sexual energy of the devil. When I arrived for my second visit, it was in a different location from the first sketchy place in Vanier; it was the exact bachelor apartment I used to live in years prior, now being rented out by someone to providers. I’m like...what are the chances. As soon as April saw me at the front door, her eyes got possessed by satin. She grabbed me by the hand, hurried me to the bed and literally ripped my shirt off where all the buttons popped off. Needless to say, we went at it. After that, we put our underwear back on and she asks if it’s cool if her girl friend comes over to hang out. Sure, why not. This girl comes, not nearly as attractive, but super nice with food for the three of us - a welcome surprise. We munch and then the friend says “let’s get some drinks at my place.” At this point it’s about 10PM, I’m in the back seat and she is speeding through intersections. The windows are down and the girls in the front are blasting and singing along to Spice Girls. We get to this small house on the Quebec side, I have no idea where, and we walk in. The friend fixed us all drinks and snacks. We hang out, share stories, laughs, music etc. The two of them start doing lines and are having a good time. Later on, April asks me to come over to her place. I go, we bang again, and we pass out. I wake up early the next morning and Uber home. All from a 1h repeat appointment. Never saw her again, unfortunately.