" "... known your friend Miss Thomas?" The short man was also frowning. "She knew nothing overly useful, Miss." "I've known her for a long time, but...I could never really consider her my friend. We went to grade school together. Believe it or not, even then she was a spoiled little bitch, who was constantly whining whenever she didn't get her own way. Although I grew out of my little girl stage, Julie apparently never did." The short man smiled. "I can't possibly imagine a time, Miss Winters,. Before hanging up, Kayla told me that she had spoken to Roscoe and he had sent to her a photo of me. I was a bit taken aback as I had no idea when such a photo had been taken—but I go into that bar three or four times during each of my visits to Destin.Plus, she said, it is nice when the client is attractive, “Makes my work that much more enjoyable.” Yes, yes, I know. I was being played. But dammit all, my dick was getting hard again. Thursday morning, I flew from Houston to Panama City. . I have to say something. I could only think to say, "Lisa isn't making me do anything. She..."I didn't know where to go with that. What is it safe to say to my mother about the changes in me? What can I say without worrying her even more?I was saved from having to finish that sentence. Mom reached out and took my hand. She held it in hers and said, "We need to talk. And I need you to be honest with me. I'll be honest with you and talk to you like an adult if you'll be honest with me. Can we. She puffed it twice, and handed it to me, blowing the smoke out her window. I stepped forward, inhaled, and blew out the smoke. I took one more hit, sat down, and handed it to Carrie. She went, then Amanda, then Heather. Heather took her hits, and handed it back to me. As I exhaled the second time, those familiar chemicals flooded my eyes and rushed my veins. I passed the joint, and looked to Heather, who smiled intently. Amanda finished off the joint, closed the window, and went to go flush.