"Everything I do is illegal. It's the only way to live." She punctuated her point by blowing a cloud of highly-illegal smoke up into my face.Just then...a very large Afro-American bruiser appeared from nowhere and gave me what I took to be an unfriendly size-up. I figured he must be one of the poet slave-masters I'd heard about, although he looked more like a middle line-backer than a bard. He snapped his fingers at Julia. "Come on--up. Let's go. They're ready for you and you ain't ready."She. .. and probably for the rest of it, too; unless Dave does that to her again.” Alice’s tone was very reassuring.Dave explained about the intensity of the A-spot orgasm to the young woman’s father. As he did, he comforted Ashley, and arranged her in his arms. Megan helped with the early twenties girl – her daughter. Ashley was limp, but periodically her body would spasm in an aftershock from the large orgasm Dave had given her while fisting the pretty sister of one of his newest lovers. Ash would. This is why our quirky friendship has lasted all these years. But that day I had had a particularly stressful day at work. I walked into Steve’s house just as he was about to light up. No knocking. He looked up, match halfway to the cigarette between his lips. His chair was positioned by the door. Odd place for a seat, but it was his favourite. I guess so the smoke smell wasn’t in the house too much. “What the fuck do you want, kid?!” he said, barely looking up. That was always the way he. I opened it and found it empty. She said, “I didn’t need it and couldn’t really afford to furnish it, so I didn’t. We started on drawers and cleaned them out. We each carried a load back. When she left, she locked the door to her place. Once in ours, we dropped all the clothes upstairs and went downstairs to get some water and rest.After cuddling for a bit, we returned upstairs to put away clothes. We found places for all of her things and even made the room neat. I moved a few of our things.