Tapped By Unknown And Called By My Name

This was an interesting time in my life. One I tried to keep from my family.

In 2000, I had just moved to Northern Nevada, due to the fact that I had found an awesome place to make money (or so I thought IRS tax problems now).

This place had recently been renovated to compensate for a fire that had happened shortly before 2000.

It was on particular night in this place, brothel, that I was going back to my 'crib' to re-freshen my makeup and 'put my game face on' that I felt a tapping on my forehead as I rounded the hall to go up the ramp into the hall that would take me to my room. This place is like this, main entrance, huge bar and lounge area, hallway to left and 'cribs' down the hallway, a split hall way to right with 'cribs', office, cash window, right turn in hall way with 'cribs', left turn, split hallway with more 'cribs' to my 'crib' at the time.

History:

This place had been owned by a couple who had a dispute. Who is to say, that the lady didn't have the man shot for cheating, so she thought with another lady. But that is exactly what happened. The man was shot in his office, which is now part of the only topless bar in Carson City adjacent to a brothel. The office has become part of a 'crib'/dressing area. Ladies claim to have 'cold spots' in that area where the owner was shot.

I have had my named called, "Tyger" on a couple of occasions in this place. I was the only person who heard this. And have not heard it since.

The new owners and ladies there became like family to me for a short time while I was there. I still go there as well in my dreams.

I don't work in that 'business' anymore and have moved on to better things since. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to go there in my dreams.