I was exhausted. I continued to tremble with the afterglow.(Alysin gazed out the window for 30 seconds without saying a word. She took a shallow drag ...nd held it. She exhaled and re-crossed her legs. She continued.)Brian lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag. I watched as the smoke curled up and away. He handed it to me. I took a puff.He said, "No! No! No!"He showed me how to inhale by taking a deep drag and opening my mouth to bring in more air. When the smoke entered my lungs, I could feel. This morning he put down three small bowls and let us eat off the ground together, lined up in a row with our asses facing the road so that anyone walking past could admire our big butts. Buttercup had a difficult time eating without the use of her hands. She didn’t want to dunk her head down in the bowl and get messy.“If you want to submit, you’ll learn to appreciate what you are given and eat like a dog,” Mike put his foot on the back of her head and pushed it down into the muck.My daughter. "He in my department?" Charles practically snarled back, "You want him, let him work fo' you. Just keep him outta my way." You right smug now, boy." JD crossed his arms to keep from throwing a punch at one of them, "Good luck with the committee hearing this afternoon." I can handle it, damn it!"Marcus snorted, "Sure you right."Charles pinched his temples, "Look, Marcus, I don't need a babysitter. And I got news fo' you - he doesn't like most of yo' ideas any more-n I do."Marcus shrugged "Junior. I rang at your door, you opened, I handed the letter. You said "you could have put it in my mailbox". It struck me, didn't think of that. "It would have been a pity" and smiled. You smiled back, thanked me and closed the door.The next day I rang again, I handed in an envelope, addressed again to Mme Briancourt. You said "But I haven't lost this one", "I insist", I answered and returned to my apartment. The envelope contained what you are reading now.One hour later you rang on my door. I opened,.