Escaping from bad men that look out for teen runaways.

Lifehacks for hobo teens.

This is the Te-Rapa Pools where my abductor took me.

Now I know that In the last story - I detailed getting OUT of the tree where I lived and upgraded to working at Wendys and living in a dank laundy of a student flat, down under the stairs between the washer and dryer…but I was in that tree in the park for 55 days.

Many crazy things happened while I lived in that park… and this is one of those crazy things…

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One of the many real risks of trying to keep it real by living the legit street life is that there are bad men who look out for lost teens, who are living rough and try to lure them using money and food and a place to stay into a twisted and scary situation.

I was going to call this story “How I Escaped from a sex predators rape dungeon.”

But I didn’t want to scare anyone away… I wanted to lure you in… so now you’re here the scaring can start.

So there I was …. a young man,

I had not been warned of such bad men as I had no mentors in the street life, and it was not a subject in school. Put a condom on? Yes. How brutal abortions are? Yes.

How to survive kidnapping as a young man on the streets … no.

I was living in a park as detailed in the story Worzel Wez, and it was my penchant to chat with anyone who hung about in this park.

Well, this guy chilling on the park bench looked cool.

Within a few minutes he had discovered that I lived in the park and was a cool drifter, and I discovered that he was a cool guy that’s really fun!

Let’s call him Aldo. I have blocked out his real name. It might have even been Aldo…

Aldo was Foreign… a dark-skinned dutch guy… Moroccan or something…

He invited me on a cool trip! An hour north beyond Auckland to the hot pools!

I explained I have no money and live in the park, so I could not actually come as I can’t pay for anything and have to be near the food courts and dumpsters so I can eat.

Oh, that wouldn't be a problem he would pay for everything.

Wow! I couldn’t believe my luck.

So I went with him to his car and off we went to his house to pick up some things.

He took me into his bedroom at his house and there was a double bed in there and a sofa. Sitting on the Sofa was some red-headed guy, who looked about 19. Smoking. He was just sitting there looking a bit nuts.

I said Hi… the guy said nothing.

Aldo said “ This is our bedroom”

OK – no red flags there… I didn’t even register. I was just thinking about the pools and the food.

So we piled into his car, chain-smoking redhead dude in the front and me in the back and we listened to Queen and chatted and drove north. Well me and Aldo chatted… there was just a sort of fearful abused silence from the red-headed dude.

Ok… slightly weird… maybe he’s having a bad day…

We got to the Hot pool place and Aldo bought me an awesome big fish and chips meal and both of them sat and watched me eat it. Also a bit weird…

Then we got into the big hot pools with all the other people.

This was great, there was a projector playing a movie, ( Dick Tracy ) there were pretty girls and I was fed and happy.

I kept going off to chat with girls and stare at bikini-covered boobs.
I do remember one particular girl with a saucy tiger-striped bikini top that caught my interest. She was happy to chat with me about TV shows and and her favorite ice-creams.

Aldo was actually getting mad at me now for not hanging out with them, and any time I started chatting to a gal he would come over and scare them away being fucking weird and creepy!!

This was New Zealand in the early 90s… and if you were a foreigner and not a tourist you were viewed quite suspiciously. I remember back in my rural hometown, my Grandmother saying : “There's Japs downtown now! Your Grandfather fought them in the War you know!” I said “Yeah, he probably killed their grandparents. So we better watch out, but we have lots of guns so I’ll take them out as they come down the driveway.”

This calmed her down.

I digress…

Aldo had managed to scare all the girls away out of the pool by being a total creeper and I was starting to see that he was not altogether nice.

When they were gone he excitedly said “We should get a private spa where we can take our pants off!”

Well, that sounded pretty gay, and about a million times less fun than chatting to good-looking gals in bikinis while in a hot pool with a movie playing, so I declined.

Aldo went off to sulk with the silent red-headed guy but before long they were both out and dressed and ready to leave. I guess because the pantsless spa pool dream was over and so there was no reason to be here.

We drove back to the city in what I hoped was going to be a weird silence. But Aldo was a chatty one. His topic of choice for the ride back was different kinds of sex toys. He kept this up with enthusiasm and keep looking at me in the rearview mirror and winking.

Now this was starting to impinge on me and freak me slightly.

I was tough and had experienced a lot but this was my first sex predator attempted kidnapping…

I made a plan. It was:

Don’t go with him back to his house and get involved in dodgy stuff.

A good strong plan that was.

We were at traffic lights close to the center of the city when he said:

“Hey let’s go back to my house, I’ve got some great Dutch porno movies to watch”

NOOOOOOOPE!

That was my cue. My answer was to open the car door and run. Diddnt even close it.
Just out and gone sprinting.

I told about 20 people in that park to watch out for him and maybe he got the message… I never saw him again.

On telling a few other street kids the story they said they had also been approached by him for dinner and swim trip trap combo. But they knew the game.

One runaway said he had a system that he used for these predators:

Agree with them and pretend you are keen and go back to their houses with them, then hang out talking for a while in their house eating food and drinking their booze. When you feel ready, just absolutely beat the shit out of them and steal all the money and booze and any other expensive stuff you can. They don’t go to the cops. Because what are they going to say?

He had done this twice.

I said “What if they are real tough like Aldo?

”Well then you just get raped and killed. Don’t go with ones that you can’t beat up dummy.”

I decided to skip the whole bash sex predators system and just hide better and not talk to creeper guys who were too keen to chat.

END

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