With every jolt, I saw different things. Astrange woman, who seemed familiar yet foreign at the same time. A houseI'd never seen before but felt lik... home. Flashes, I suppose, of adifferent life.It wasn't until I woke up the next morning that I realized I'd missed theparty at Julie's. I had about a hundred texts and voicemails reminding meof it, though.Days off work came few and far between. Between working at the shop,acting classes, and the occasional actual acting gig, I didn't really. It was of the utmost importance that I keep my cool, however, and let none of this internal agitation become externally visible, as seated across from me was my date for the evening, a lovely, slender, dark-skinned young thing with almost perfectly symmetrical facial features who professed to be an exchange student from Haiti. She was telling me about her father's estate at home, and the things she liked to do in her spare time. She was also telling me what she was studying while she was here. I had a feeling she was an avid masturbator, but she wasn’t able to duplicate the feelings she got from a good spanking, and she wanted them badly enough to risk her job. She was mad, but she didn’t say anything when I came into the room. There was a damp spot on my sheets, but it wasn’t very big. It told me that I’d correctly diagnosed her excitement. I’d spoken with her for about half an hour before tying her down, and made sure that she was drinking tea the whole time. She needed a. She knew the odds were likely. Her mother’s drug use was growing noticeably over the past couple weeks. Zoe wasn’t angry at her mother. She loved her mother more than anything in this world and simply felt complete sadness that her mother was hurting so much inside that she had to resort to drugs. Zoe just wanted her mother back. As Zoe reached her destination on the sidewalk, made the turn and headed to her front steps she bit her lower lip. ‘This is it. Let’s see how high she is today,’ She.