“Carlos broke his word, he allowed others to intervene and they broke the rules,” Guy is very cold in his tone before leaning his head back and I ...ee his shoulders relax,” After days in bed you’d think I wouldn’t be tired.” “Well get some sleep, no more high school for my boy,” I tell him and he looks at me confused,” I had your credits applied to graduation and aside from the ceremony if you choose to attend you don’t have to set foot in that school again.” My son smiles and we’re joined after. Mom with the rock in her hands.Then it hit me... he was dead. Dead. I laughed, I cried.Emotions shot through my head like bullets. Then my mind went blank.I woke up in a strange double bed wearing only underwear.Instantly my mind brought up the picture of the body.I tried to shake it off, to forget it, but it didn't work. I looked around.A chair, a window and a door to my left, a cabinet and mirror in front and what lookedlike a hallway and a wall to my right.I managed to drag myself out of. Jasmine checked her clock: just past one. This was insane she screamed to herself rolling over onto her back again, glaring up at the ceiling. She sighed in frustration, then reached for the nightstand. It was a tall table with a little cupboard underneath, she tugged it open and pulled out her box of tricks and a tube of her favorite lube.Jasmine had tried to resist using the toys, only because they weren’t satisfying enough during these times. Still with a few drops of the clear oil on her. I wanted to try something different. What a wild night that was. My boyfriend, the ASS, staged a wild ride. He invited strippers, hookers, body painters, art scene scumbags and even fucking HELL'S ANGLES, jesus! He didn't say a thing about what all he had planned, it just happened." Really?" I said, pooring a glass of orange juice for myself. This might be an interesting story, I thought. "So what happened exactly?"The artsy lady took out a long, thin cigar and began smoking it. By the smell I.