Azalea gently rubbed her arms. She could feel the texture of the dirt and scabbing scratches under her finger tips. She ran her hands down her sides a...d over her hips. There wasn’t much left of her white shirt, the material had been torn away just under her breasts all the way around her back, like some sort of makeshift midriff top, and her black pencil skirt? Well, there wasn’t much left of that either. Oddly enough it wasn’t cold, she couldn’t feel any draft or heating, perhaps she was still. . ?" Have you ever done any cocaine?"Val shook her head. She had not done anything but some marijuana, and told him so."Do you want to try it?" he asked slyly."I ... I don't..." I don't think anyone would notice." They won't?" No tell-tale smell and we clean up any leftovers." Um, sure. Why not?"He looked at Val mischievously. They had had both smoked pot whenever they had the chance, but tonight was something new.Joe pulled out the packet of coke, and emptied it onto a mirror that he'd lain on. She kissed me and it was no mum and son kiss!She said that she knew of dad and Moira, and dad and Jenny, but with a grin she said, “taking on both, well that is awesome” I went to work a bit bemused, one of my duties that day was to visit the room where they put cream in doughnuts, working away in there were a number of older women, amongst who was Katherine, from Nile street. I knew that she had been here for ever, in fact that was why I was here to tell her she was now section head. Either. The night came and we met at his hotel (he always got a room in case he drank and if she decided to enjoy the threesome he wanted to happen), she just walked up to him and kissed him hello. We had never met until then and I thought “well that was nice”. We went to dinner, the three of us talked, had a good amount of drinks and decided to go to a bar nearby to continue talking etc. We all got along great and the drinks flowed and the wife got more open and freer with her talk and actions.Talk.