They were pure junkie whore material. Also they wore almost no clothing. Strips of cloth which barely covered anything. They might as well have been s...anding around naked."What? ya'll got a thing for meth head whores," I said with a laugh."I wouldn't say that too loud, a couple of those women are married to these guys," Eddie said."And that changes what? other than their names," I said."You got a smart mouth on you that's for sure," Eddie said. "I wonder if it's good for anything but pissing. How could she not know that a boy of my age, nearly a man, would be able to look up her skirt in that position? There was no way that I could tear my eyes away from the sight of her stocking tops, pulled taut by four thick elastic garter straps, or from her panties. I remember she always worn brightly colored panties, which seemed unbearably exotic to me then. Sometimes I thought I could even make out wisps of pubic hair curling under the edge of the panty elastic, and the smell of her female. "What are you DOING in there? You got a guy in there? HA! HA! HA! ... Ha! Ha! ... Ha ... You DON'T, do you?"I couldn't go running across the parking lot, so I hoisted myself up to the rail of the patio above, thanking God there was no video. The apartment was dark ... The rails weren't childproof, so I could hang over; I'd been in such a hurry that the slider had slammed and bounced back open a bit. Crystal opened the door and this Desiree came boiling in, howling, "What took you so long? How. Are you ready?" Be right out. I just have to comb my hair and grab my jacket."In a few minutes he was ready, and he held the car door open for me. As he walked around to the driver's side, I reached over and unlocked it for him. In ten minutes we were in an IHOP restaurant, and had ordered breakfast. I had selected a booth far from any other patrons. As we waited I gave him a step by step description of my encounter with Chuck MacFarland. As I reached the part about our making dinner together,.