I finally tried to sleep and found that it wasn't difficult, since I was drunk on green dragon and exhausted emotionally and physically.I had no idea ...hy Tommy had effected me so much. He wasn't the first person I had seen killed. He wasn't even the first one I had personally killed. He wasn't even close. Hell I had tortured people to death, but I had always thought I was on god's side.The difference was I might have been doing it to save my own ass. This time I might have been doing it to shut. He sighed and said, “How are you doing with your addiction? Do you need a ... what do you call it, anyway?”Surprised because she hadn’t expected this particular question, it took a second to think of a reply, “Mom likes to use old junkie slang. So, we call it a ‘fix.’ Calling it a ‘hit’ sounds like something Roger would do.”Jason didn’t comment, and Stephanie rushed to fill the silence. “But no, I don’t need a fix.” Then, to try and lighten the mood, she added, “You’ve done a masterful job at. I’m Bron, and this is my dame, Greta. Lucky you picked today. The mob will start arriving soon. Are you staying the week for the competitions?” he asked me as he put out his hand.I happily shook his hand and liked him instantly. He had an unassuming air that hid a sharp intelligence. I knew he was a strong leader but otherwise an easy-going man. I wondered how many people underestimated this man. He was the type who was slow to anger, but he wouldn’t fly off the handle, and he’d solve the. Stacy then went back to work as if nothing happened. She works on the reception desk of a large office building and the thought of her sitting there all innocent when in reality she is a dirty cock loving slut drives me wild.As stacy was telling me her story of what happened that day her skirt was now showing all of her stocking tops and a couple of football supports buses had passed and the guys on it got a good look at stacys legs abd stockings. She told me to catch up and as we were.