A few of my old contacts have emailed me asking if I would post the story of my second encounter with maggots. It's been about two years since it happened and I had written about it the next day on my Multiply page. Unfortunately Multiply deleted that page. I lost the story and everything. I hadn't kept a copy because I did everything from a computer at work. It's all gone. A lot of detail fades over time, but I tried my best to re-write the experience. Once I got started some of it came back to me and I ended up really enjoying it. I'm glad I took the time. Hopefully I haven't misremembered anything important. It happened on a Sunday afternoon while I was driving back home from Milwaukee. I can't remember now whether it was the weekend of Summerfest or Labor Day, but it was one of the two. As I mentioned, the following Monday night I wrote the whole thing out at work and uploaded it to my Multiply page. I even got brave and took some pictures before my hands got too dirty. I uploaded a couple of those to the page too - only the ones that I felt safe showing. Not a lot of me in them... not a lot of my flabby, disgusting, pale body in them, actually. I really wish I had even those few back. Multiply didn't respond to my email when I asked. Anyway, I was driving home on some other highway besides I94 because I expected there would probably be a traffic jam after the state line. The weather was hot, humid, and sunny. I wish I remember what road it was, but I don't anymore. I haven't been back. I noticed a smell. A really bad smell. I knew it was the smell of something decaying. The smell got stronger then faded away as I drove, but it kind of stuck in my nose. It stuck with me enough to get my imagination going, and after a few seconds I made the mental connection between the odor, a dead animal, maggots, and all of a sudden I was looking for a spot to turn the car around. It was a stupid thing to do, I knew, but I didn't have anything specific in mind. Just the idea that there might be something putrid and interesting to see. I remember stopping on the shoulder of the highway at the point where the odor seemed strongest and felt kind of disappointed in myself. I'd been a good girl for a long time, ever since I recovered from my dumpster "adventure" with maggots that put me in the hospital, but now I was not feeling very much like a good girl. But my imagination was getting ahead of me. At that point I still didn't know where the rotting smell was coming from. There was a ditch and a grass embankment along either side of the highway, a few patches of trees, and cornfields. I knew from how strong the odor was that it had to be something nearby, but as I got out of my car I wondered how I would find it. I was clever enough to notice the direction of the warm breeze, so knew I needed to be on the other side of the highway. I remember I was wearing a white hippie-like sundress with yellow and pink flowers on it, and a pair of sandals. I knew the sandals weren't ideal for poking around in the tall grass, but I figured I wasn't going to try too hard anyway. Crossing the highway, I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I was letting my darker side drag me along, pretending I couldn't help it. I wanted to convince myself that I was just curious, but I was getting horny just imagining what I might find.