Two rooms downstairs and two rooms upstairs were divided by a steep and narrow central stairway that ran between enclosing walls, splitting the house ...ross-wise into equal halves.A bay window extended the downstairs west end of the house into a tiny fenced yard, where yellow homestead roses still bloomed. Warm daylight flooded the interior. A screened half-porch sheltered the side yard entrance as a work space for laundry and rinse tubs.The stairway footed at a seldom-used front door opening. Html was hot, a slut, but a bitch. She got back together with her horrible Ex and told me to screw off after that. Knowing her she will probably end up breaking up with him and she coming back to me, apologizing for how she treaded me. This is what I want to do to her if she does.I can see her, sitting on my couch begging for my forgiveness. Telling me how she made the wrong choice and she feels horrible for the way she treated me. She'll probably would grab my hand and look me in the eye and. “And what do those mean?” Annabelle asked. She sounded almost like a school teacher quizzing a student.“It means a mixture of pain, pleasure, and denial,” Nicole said softly.“Very good,” Annabelle said, and then led Nicole around to the other side of the horse trailer where both horses were standing. There was a platform stepladder next to one horse.“I thought you might need that to get in your saddle,” Annabelle said cheerily.Nicole just stood next to the ladder swallowing hard several times. Once in the square Chris was aproached by a middleagee man offering hash. He bought about 10 dollars worth, quickly put a large chunk in his pipe then ducked into an alley to hit it. Couple minutes later Chris strolls out into the sunlight, high on hash.Ok where do i go? he thouht. Wandering aimlessly Chris soon found himself lost in some back alley. oh no he thought im lost. Sinking down Chris sat on the gorund.A fgure approaching soon got his attention. A large lady in a big black abaya.