Shirts and jeans and shorts. But theyweren't his shorts and jeans and shorts. There was also dresses, andskirts. Women's shoes everywhere. "Wait, shit... did I actually hook uplast night?" he thought.Reaching over to his desk to try to grab his phone he felt strange. Hisarm movement felt lighter, and he felt like he really had to strain toreach his phone. He felt a phone but also a pair of glasses. He pulledthe phone close, it was the same type of phone that he owned but the casewas different. It. The numbers quickly appeared on my screen. On the freeway I pulled open the crumpled paper I had clenched in my fist and punched in his number. A brief ring, "Hi," a quick exchange of words; both of us were in transit. As I neared the hotel, I battled with my conscience. Time to chicken out is now, you can turn around, Sarah. Then another little voice... ooOOoo go ahead, what the hell. I dialed his number one more time and there was no answer, which meant he was already there. I couldn't very. I then locked her lips with mine. She was shocked by my sudden move. She tried to push me away when Judy started to clap her hands through V.C. She suddenly pushed me away and was about to disconnect the V.C.That’s when Judy asked her not to do so. She wanted to see what’s happening.Sarah: No, Judy, let’s not do anything through video call. I am scared of that.Judy asked me not to switch off the phone. I took the phone from her and said, “Let her watch.” I kept the phone in front of us by. Easier said than done, my man. I think I need some courage, I said, tapping my nose. He understood, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to his room, and he got me a 1 gram baggie of cocaine. Purest shit Ive ever had, man, 98% pure Colombian. Enjoy it, and go get some tail, man. He said as he handed me the metal straw and gave me the small mirror and razor blade. I thanked him and told him we should split it, and he was very easily persuaded. I opened the baggie and tipped the contents.