A strong smell of chemical and illicitness flooded my senses. XNXX Of confusion. I nearly dry heaved at the thought. Any kind of high footwear. Four joints, four guys. Sets down a large glass. “Here, you need to relax.”
Stevie handed the nasal spray to me. We were all impressed. Guttural choking sounds filled my ears. I look at my drink. Actually, thirteen months and one week ago. I could only stare with confusion. Last night’s parties and consumption will have laid most of the citizenry to waste. Some of them are buck naked. At one time, serious alcohol production and bootlegging occurred here. Times one and a half ounces. For Christ sake. Or thinking. What exactly was underneath the black leather bulge? I had done Lisa back in high school. I run into a few dead ends. I held our own private record, the legendary six chicks in one night.
