" Perhaps we need to go down to a drug treatment program and see if you get a similar feeling from some other people who are addicts," Angela added.I ...odded. It was a good idea. Were all people with bad addictions different somehow from other people? Were they all sad and feel cold?Then I thought about the sensation we had felt as we drove through the hollow on the way home. It was a cold empty feeling there. Could it be that there were a group of addicts near there? It was an area that was. I heard it was a cruise spot. I went to check it out but to add excitement I wore lingerie under a hoodie and sweat pants. I got there about dusk and walked around the ruins. There were several guys walking around but didn't see any action. I walked into and out of the bunkers. I walked into one and saw a old couch in the corner. Then I heard some noise and turned to see a guy hanging against the wall in a darken corner smoking. I stopped laughing and turned to leave. He the said "why. I messaged meghna to ask her about her schedule that week and she was overwhelmed and excited to know that I’d be visiting. The day came when I flew to indore and I was staying at hotel sayaji, one of the better hotels in that city. I called up meghna and was damn excited to hear her voice. It was silky and sweet. She appeared very happy and couldn’t hide her excitement too. We decided to meet in the evening for a coffee. She sent me the location where she would meet me. It was evening and I. Jackie peeked around the corner of the door and saw her mother lying in bed. An IV dripped slowly, methodically, while a heart monitor overhead traced eerie green lines across the screen. "Hi," Jackie said softly.Her mother's eyes flickered open and then a sigh escaped her lips. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this."Jackie came into the room, one hand held behind her back. "Aunt Ruth told me you were here. I thought you might like some company." Her mother's eyes closed, while a smile formed.