"They're Nancy's friends!" Janet rushed to answer. "They were having asleepover this weekend! How are they involved? Are they suspects? Whatdid they d...?" Her voice expressed her agitation."I want to talk to my daughter now!" Jim raised his voice.Detective Smith motioned calm with her hands and flatly answered: "Yourdaughter is a minor. In accordance with the law, we have limited ourquestioning of her. You are now here. You may speak with her. Once youhave done so, we may be resuming our. Putting the shopping on the bedside table I keep going with just the flowers in my hands.I realise the music is coming from our bedroom and tiptoe down the hallway towards it. I silently make my way to the bedroom and there you are, on the bed. In that tiny little skirt you know I love you wearing, a black lace bra, one of your hot pushup ones. The beautiful curve of your back is to me, those little dimples above your ass on display. That skirt is so damn short I can see the bottom of your ass. Two weeks back we were out partying in the city centre, and I got tipsy quickly, as I had not eaten.'You look fucking hot', he whispered into my ear, 'That's because I want to be fucked', I replied, feeling a sudden rush course through my body, I was very wet down there, and my braless top displayed my long nipples in an erected state, and not a drop of cold air to hide that fact.This was where my boyfriend got it oh so wrong, as he spoke to a group of rough looking men, who took turns to eye. In case things aren't clear, I wasn't referring to smoking tobacco. Besides, now I bet I could qualify for medical weed with all the things that have happened to me.I found my pipe and also found some grass hidden in the back of the desk. I refilled the pipe and with a lighter, headed back to "my room". I settled back in one of my big old comfortable leather chairs and lit my pipe. With the very first puff I could tell I hadn't smoked in a long, long time. By the second hit I was flying high. I.