This got to be a habit for a week or so.Time went on and we kept talking then one day, after a competition, my phone went off. We had been texting and...talking for quite some time so I knew it was her. The message told me her and her boyfriend had broken up. I knew it was time for me to step in. We talked for some time that night when I finally got the courage up to ask her what she thought about me. She told me that she had always thought I was very attractive but never acted on those feelings. .. but soon became more intriguing... and within minutes... has been ongoing. There have been many opportunities for me to taunt his mind with subtle hints and motherly smiles. When I learned he was not only lusting my legs, but my cleavage seemed to interest him as well... I began displaying lower cut blouses and sometimes,... without a bra. It aroused me terribly to observe him peeking down my blouse when bent over to pick something up.Reaching across the table became a routine when. It was small place,but clean, and with decent food. I couldn't remember the last time I'deaten, so I went inside. I saw a table near the back, and started tohead that way, but woman behind the counter greeted me, and seated me ata table by the window. The waitress came from the kitchen, and I orderedor won ton soup, and green tea. Waiting for my breakfast, I sat lookingout the window at the beautiful day. People walking by seemed to allnotice me, and we exchanged smiles. A few of them. She was injecting dope into her arms, and the blood trickled from the poke-hole. In a way, I thought I was ruining myself over this: one woman injecting dope through her veins, hardly intelligible, smacking me over the forehead, because she thought I was a ‘zipperhead.’ But I watched this, and I longed for her no more. She would never refuse me, because she likes to take the money. Forget it, maybe I shouldn’t ask her. It might mean that I’m consorting with a prostitute who injects dope for a.