Gypsies , Tramps and Thieves installment 2 Tit Thief

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TIT THIEF


Maria and Tony Sanchez (brother and sister) had arrived in San Francisco around 1972, after years of immigration starting in Havana, Cuba, trekking through Miami, Nueva York, and into Babylon By the Bay at the height of Gay Liberation’s blossom. Each of them outweighed the other somewhere about 300 lbs. There was one big difference however- Maria had a brain. Tony took orders from her real well.
Tom Nevin immediately took to Maria and they bonded as friends strongly (both Scorpios) for the rest of Maria’s stay in S.F.
At this point in his career Tom had degenerated into a full time thief in order to support his monstrous methadrine habit, and I mean monstrous. He had an eye for all the loose screws, unlocked doors, and overly naïve store propriertors. Being on the scam at all times, Tom knew a good thing when he saw it, and had spotted an Arab owned discount electronic outlet south of Market at seventh and Folsom. There were rows and stacks of TV’s and video recorders there just for the taking, with the correct timing.
Tony and Maria were recruited as his cohorts in this caper. Knowing the Arabic taste for large female breasts, he realized the value of Maria’s big Cuban coconuts and Tony’s abilities as a getaway driver. The three drove up in front of the store, parked and proceeded. After all, they all needed a hit and this, Tom knew was a pushover. He and Maria (preceded by her chest) went into the store where Maria headed for the counter right away. When those Arabs saw that rack of hers every one of them in the store flew to her assistance, hovering like flies around honey, their eyes riveted on those jugs of Maria’s. They had time for nothing else for blocks. Tom who had silently slipped inside in Maria’s shadow invisibly, quickly slipped over to the first rack of televisions he came to. A toss of his jacket over a nice 14” portable color Sony, a slip under the arm, and he left the store before even Maria knew it, and those desert jackals slavered and frothed over Maria’s tempting tits, which she had arranged in a provocatively revealing halter. Tom slipped into the rear of the getaway car, and Tony revved up the motor. Maria, who had interrogated every employee with her sensuous heaving, realized it was time to cut out. She smiled at them all, bounced them once more, much to their delight, joined us outside and they boogied.
The three Gypsies quickly drove to the nearest connection house and got their daily dose, happy as clams, and 2 grams of speed richer. I’m sure the Arabs were never any the wiser- they probably talked about that set of melons for hours… or even days, considering the size of what they had just seen.
As told by T Nevin