Now, I love going down to see all my buddies at the Hobo Jungle. They all live under the railroad tracks. I left Railyard Rosie my humble abode there when I got a chance ot move in behind the Sex Shop. I really miss all those guys and Railyard Rosie is quite happy being the queen of the roost there.

All the guys keep trying to "get in her pants" as they say, but I know for a fact she does not have any pants. Sometimes I think she has the hots for me but I am a little leary of her because she can be very domineering and I cannot stand women like that. Why can't they just be friends?

I remember one time that Rosie had been a very sexy mood. She unbuttoned the two top buttons on her cotton dress and did not wear a bra that day. It was funny because the dress was a petunia print and her nipples were right against that yellow thing in the flowers. laughing I guess they were bloomers. She kept trying to get me to go swimming with her but I did not want to get my madras, knee length shorts wet. I save those for swimming but I knew Rosie did not have a swimsuit. But that is another story and I remember how much she enjoyed the time she treated my cock after Old George the big catfish in the river that runs by the jungle had grabbed me when I was washing up. You know I think iodine is probably the most painful thing I ever felt. I would not have let her do it except he had ground me up pretty good. It did take seven of the guys to hold me down. Now she could have just poured, but, no, Rosie had to dab it on.

Well, I had made a little extra that week and on Saturday night every one throws in for a big stew. I had found some peppers behind the grocery store that had some brown spots on them and so I grabbed them up because the flies had not settled on them and I knew we could cut the brown spots out. I must have had ten of them! Although I had never heard of a brand name called Jal. The box was busted so I could not see the rest of the name but I was sure that was the brand name.

That night we had some new hobos in the camp and a new girl. We do not see girl hobos very much so it was a big event. I cut the brown spots out of the peppers, which were kinda juicy, and tossed them in the black cast iron kettle we cook in. We even had a couple of chickens the guys had managed to scrounge from one of the farmers for helping him shovel out the barn. Rosie made them go down and bathe. There clothes were still wet. I do not think they took them off. Of course, we had hobo staples like beans and onions to toss in and even some tomatoes that the new hobos brought with them off the train. I guess the train was shipping vegetables.

This new hobo girl kept eying me and when I went to take a leak in our porta potty we drug up that had a broken door, she followed my out. Well, I almost fainted when I came out of the potty putting my cock back in my pants. I barely got it in in time. She kept eying Big John who was in his usual position. My god, the woman undid her top and then grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts. I told her I had not washed up yet but she did not care. I finally told her I had to go that Rosie was calling me and I beat feet back to camp. She kinda had a hurt look on her face. I guess it was because I was a sharp dresser. I had put my number 69 back on since this was a causal dress evening. Besides I did not want to wear out my new shirt with the fancy buttons. As I walked back I could have sworn I heard her scream and then a big splash. She was hollering something like, "hot, hot, hot". Some people just advertise their sex needs I suppose.

Eventually she came back up and as she walked by gave me a look that if it had been knives would have killed me on the spot. I mean she was nice looking and all but as I said before, I have a lot of business worries and casual sex had to take a very far back seat. Railyard Rosie asked me what that was about and I told her what happened. I thought Rosie was going to jump on her and beat her up but she just smiled, took a very deep breath, and said, "Well, Sexual you do have this animal magnetism." I guess it was the closest I have ever come to being called an animal. Now, the owner has called me the son of a dog a few times, but never a woman.

Finally, the stew was ready and Whiskey Willie was dishing it out. Railyard Rosie, who was originally from Texas or so she says, and I got the first bowls. I had gathered up some bent up mess kits from garbage bin behind the Army-Navy store and Rosie was always telling me how much she was enjoying hers. Well, the bakery always gave us their two day old bread. We have gotten used to it being hard but when you soak it in a good stew it is just like it came out of the ovens. Rosie had dipped her bread and was eating away and saying she had not had anything this good since leaving Texas. She told me that the peppers I had brought in gave it good TexMex flavor. I did not know what that meant but thanked her. I had a big chunk soaking up the juices and being very hungry popped it in my mouth and began chewing.

You know I could taste a little something different as I chewed. The Jal peppers were kind of warm and you could taste the flavor. Rosie just sat with her eyes closed and chewed. She had a big smile on her face and every so often formed an O with her mouth and just kind of blew air out.

Let me tell you something right now. Do NOT buy Jal peppers. All of a sudden my mouth and tongue were on fire! I thought I was going to die! I grabbed my tin and started drinking water and the more I drank the hotter it got! I thought I was dying! Rosie looked at me and then just busted out laughing. By now, I had stood up and was trying to yank my bandana out of my pocket. I did not care if I had blown my nose on it that day or not. I had to get that frigging fire out of my mouth. Well, with bandana in my mouth I kept trying to tell Rosie that I was cooking. I think it came out something like "Ire in the old." Rosie was laughing so hard that tears were running down her face as she slowly enjoyed her stew and asked me if I wanted mine. I had about half the bandana in my mouth rubbing and trying to keep my tongue from the roof of my mouth. I just shook my head violently from side to side.
Seems I was not the only hobo having a problem with the stew. The two ladies were all watching us in amazement as we guzzled water, wiped out tongues, and did some high stepping dance steps. Seems the new hobo lady was from Texas too. Well, Whiskey Willie finished off his bottle of Mad Dog 2020 and proceeded to pass out with his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth. Well, pretty soon everyone began to cool down.

Railyard Rosie looked at me and advised me to leave while I could because they were starting to eye me with some pretty angry eyes. I mutely nodded and left with the bandana stilled crammed in my mouth.

Railyard Rosie told me later that I had brought some "caballero" peppers from that Jal company and that they were some of the hottest in the world. She was not lying there!

So, if anyone reads this journal I hope they learn from my ignorance but let me say it again in case I forget or someone wants to know.

Do NOT buy JAL peppers. Those things will cook you, especially the "caballeros".