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| I just love showing these lovely meats all over the Sunshine State! |
When my cousin Arthur lost his house and his brother lost most of his money to a husband and wife pair of con artists named Ken Knoepfle and Margarita Mirzoyan, he and his brother were forced to take up residence in an rental community in North Lauderdale. At the funeral of his father in 1995, Arthur spoke to his paternal second cousin, Michael Broome...who was also the executor of his father's estate...and asked when he could think about selling the house. All through the following year, Arthur entertained realtors from Dade and Broward counties about how much the entire house and property were worth. He was surprised when they all said that the property was worth between $325,000 and $400,000 as is. The crooks realized that, unless Arthur and his brother were able to sell the house after the settlement was completed by February 1997, the brothers would be in the green for the rest of their lives. That they could not allow!!!
Ken and Margarita came into their lives in March 1996. Arthur originally wanted Ken's nephew, Scott, to share in the house upon hearing that he was getting a divorce. Instead, Scott recommended a friend of his...a worthless piece of drunken shit named William Escobar. He was worthless because he never paid the rent on time because he was always drunk or spaced out on drugs. To make matters worse, he moved his ex-girlfriend and their daughter in...along with her handicapped daughter and troublemaking son. Everything was going well in the house, with the ex-girlfriend cooking and cleaning in exchange for room and board, until the son brought in his dog...an Akita named Tasha...who ended up paralyzing Arthur's prize-winning Yorkshire terrier named Kira. Donna (ex-girlfriend) took the dog up to New Jersey to live with her sister. Sorry to say, Kira passed away that November near Thanksgiving. Happy to say Arthur was avenged three months later when Tasha was killed trying to run after another dog across the New Jersey Turnpike.
In February 2005, Ken got Arthur and his brother involved with another con man...a lawyer friend of his. He got this lawyer to draw up a contract and a check for $140,000 for Arthur and his brother. The only problem my cousins later found out...they saw neither the check or a copy of the contract. Had they been permitted to read a copy of the contract, they would have found that unless they were able to repair and sell the house by January 2010, they would forfeit the house. Ken took control of the check...and ended up purchasing a fully-equipped non-emergency ambulance for exactly $125,000. The rest Ken and his bitch used to purchase two 60-inch color televisions and a Bernese Mountain dog from Slovenia. The breeder ended up stealing the dog to resell it as well a Ken's passport, leaving the country for Switzerland. Ken and his whore ended leaving my cousins in the dark and cold, with no electricity or heat.
Arthur and his brother ended up moving into a rental facility in North Lauderdale. One day, after I had appeared on stage in Orlando, I chanced to go to North Lauderdale to visit Arthur. He took me to a spot where an overpass crossed the turnpike between Oakland Park and Sunrise Boulevards. Of course, he could not park on the turnpike without being towed away. So he parked on a street which ran alongside the turnpike on the west side at NW 19th Street. I had climbed up onto the overpass and turned to look at Arthur, noticing that he had taken off his trousers. He climbed up the ramp onto the overpass, attired in a black long-sleeved sweatshirt, black mid-thigh shorts, black woolen below-the-calf socks and black sneakers. As he looked northward (we were on the overpass above the southbound lanes), he saw no cars at first. Then came his chance. About fifteen cars were speeding southward towards the overpass when Arthur turned his back to the chain-link wall, put his hands to his sides and stiffened the back of his legs. As I looked at his face, Arthur smiled with satisfaction that he was exposing his naked thighs, calves and kneebacks to those in the cars below. After the cars sped by, Arthur dropped to his knees, eased himself forward and lay face down at attention, still exalting in what he had just done, remaining like this for ten minutes before rising to his feet.
As we drove back to his apartment, I asked him what sort of gratification did he receive by doing what he did. He asked me whether or not I receive gratification from displaying the back of my legs at a time and place I should not. He then invited me to join him the next time he was going to do this...which, luckily for me, was going to be the next evening, when the temperature was promising to be in the low to mid-40s.
While we were on our way to the place which I shall now refer to as "Arthur's Kneebacks Place", my cousin related to me a story of what happened a couple of years ago on a night when the lowest temperature was in the upper 20s. He was employed at the time by a security firm called SOS Security and placed at a storage company in Fort Lauderdale very close to the Everglades. Because the storage facility utilized closed-circuit cameras throughout the properties (there was the main one in front and a second one two blocks off), my cousin was only able to strip off his slacks after doing his hourly run. On one of his earlier runs, he found an empty cart which was angled just perfectly and out of sight. Stripping off his slacks and attired in mid-thigh shorts and black below-the-calf socks to compliment his uniform shirt, he mounted the cart, threw himself face down with his arms at his sides and exulted in the cold air tasting his thighs, calves and kneebacks. He had previously set his cell phone's alarm to ring to let him know that it was time to do his next hourly run. When he had checked out to leave for his apartment, he stripped off his slacks, placing them in a duffel bag, so that he was dressed in his shorts. Before leaving the facility, he reached down for his socks (which turned out to actually be knee socks) and pulled them up to his knees. He started his car and left the facility for home, making only one last stop at a gas station to fill up his car...and show off his thighs and kneebacks to whoever was at the station.
When we arrived at the parking area at NW 19th Street and NW 52nd Avenue, which had a clear way to the crossover entry near the turnpike, Arthur got out and handed me a pair of handcuffs and manacles. As we walked onto the ramp closest to the southbound lanes, he told me to cuff his hands behind his back and, after he got face down on the cold cement ramp, manacle his feet at the ankles. I was then to inject him with a drug which would render him completely unconscious. I was then to sit guard over him as car after car drove by and the drivers saw his naked thighs, calves and kneebacks facing the cold dark sky. Only a few drivers...those fortunate enough to have a GPS system... calculated where Arthur and I were and managed to find us after exiting the turnpike at Sunrise Boulevard. They made the right turn onto Sunrise and the right turn at the next light, making the final right at NW 19th Street. They and their male passengers got out of their cars and approached us, looking down at the delicious-looking legmeat which was exposed to the cold night air. They asked me if it was okay to bite Arthur's thighs and calves and lick his kneebacks. Of course, I couldn't speak for Arthur...but I knew in my heart that he wouldn't mind seeing teethmarks on his legmeat when he next looked in the mirror after we arrived back at his apartment. I smiled as I saw them biting my cousin's exposed meat and licking his still kneebacks, hoping that strangers would do the same to me the next time...when I would take the chance at laying face down with my legmeat naked in the cold air.
After everybody who wished to taste my cousin's legmeat had done so and left for their cars, I chanced to look towards the east, where I saw the pink tinges of dawn. Since Arthur was still sleeping, I picked him up, put him over my brawny shoulder and, placing my hands tightly upon his delicious kneebacks, carried him back to his car. Placing him face down upon the hood, I searched his pockets until I found the keys to his car. Unlocking all four of his doors, I opened the left rear door and placed him face down upon the seat before getting in behind the wheel and leaving "Arthur's Kneeback Place", returning back at his apartment, just beating the sun as it fully rose over the eastern horizon. Taking him out of the car, I gripped his kneebacks as I carried him up the steps to his front door, unlocked it and disappeared inside with my unconscious burden. Once inside, I placed my cousin face down upon the livingroom carpet. I then stripped down to my own mid-thigh shorts, dropped to my knees and fell forward so that my mouth was directly over Arthur's kneebacks. I then lovingly licked each delicious kneeback until my cousin awoke from his drugged stupor. When I heard him waking up, I immediately removed my tongue from his kneebacks. Smiling drunkenly, he told me not to stop...that feeling my tongue licking his kneebacks felt great. We walked into his bedroom, where he examined the back of his legs and counted twenty red teeth marks on each thigh and ten on each calf. He smiled as we redressed in our slacks before I started packing to return to Orlando, where I would meet my brother-in-law Mark and board his Learjet for my return to Malibu. But, before I left I asked Arthur if he would do the same to me when I return to South Florida.
"In a heartbeat, coz", he replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"Five reasons. One...you are like me. You like to wear shorts any day of the year. Two...you like to lie face down at attention while dressed in shorts. Three...you like to have men and boys bite your thighs and calves and lick and kiss your kneebacks while you lie face down at attention, dressed in shorts. Four...you smile when your thighs, calves and kneebacks are maligned in any way. And five...you have the most handsome legmeat that invites males to malign them".
I smiled openly...because I knew Arthur was right. I love having everything done to the back of my meats whenever I dress in shorts.
I smiled again, embracing my cousin before I left to return to Orlando...and meeting my brother-in-law for the flight home to Malibu.
See you next time I'm in South Florida, coz!
