My best friend and I had planned to go trick-or-treating with several other friends, but that did not work out. Luckily I had brought with me an index card containing the names and addresses of the eight sex offenders in Pacific Grove, California. We managed to visit two houses, which was decent considering we had no form of transportation aside from our own feet, and mine were in high-heeled maryjanes.
Our first sex offender trick-or-treating experience was unforgettable! We walked about seventeen blocks to a very dark, creepy part of town [which, I guess, is not all that different from most parts of town at night] and knocked on the door of sexoff house #1. A woman answered the door, and a man (the sex offender!!) soon appeared beside her. They seemed to be a very nice couple; the woman gave us each a handful of chocolate bars, saying how her husband was on a diet. We thanked them and as we turned to leave, the sex offender winked at both of us individually! Amazing.
The second house was a bit of a disappointment. We rang the doorbell, no answer. When we rang once more, someone shouted out “Not tonight!” from inside the house. My friend and I considered going back there every night, but decided it would be impractical.
But oh sex offender, there were two young teenagers at your door that night!
