She couldn't say he was on drugs, but she could describe the symptoms of drug usage.By the time I got to the restaurant it was almost two. I knew she ...ent to work at six in the morning, and got off at two most days. I hoped she hadn't left already, because while I was willing to see her at work, I wasn't going to her house. She had made it clear I wasn't welcome there any more.I walked in and looked around. She was sitting at a table, sorting coins and bills - going through her tips. I walked. I followed the groove in the middle of her abdomen to her pubic area, where a small, well-trimmed patch of thick pubic hair floated above her shaved pussy. She had thick, strong muscular thighs and legs. “…it does not look like you will need stitches, though. Hold this”. I held on to the bloody washcloth while she crouched once again and opened the storage area under the sink. She had nice toned arms too. She took out a box of band-aids and chose one. She also took out a bottle of antiseptic. I think they're looking foryou."Sarah said, "They couldn't have detected anything. I usedmy smokeless ashtray. And I really, uhh, masked the smellof the smoke." Sarah started laughing as she thought abouther little stunt. She breathed a nicotine-laden sigh ofrelief as the flight attendant walked by without sayinganything to her. Sarah felt much better now that she hadfilled her lungs with her smoky nectar. She tilted her seatback and actually slept for a while. She woke up twentyminutes before. I NEEDED it. So I came straight home after work. I parked the car in the garage, walked in the back door and made sure to lock the garage and door behind me. I intended to be upstairs and didn't want to be distracted wondering if the door was left unlocked. So I made mental notes. Close garage, lock door. As I walked through the kitchen I began touching myself. I dropped my bag on the counter, kicked off my shoes while my fingers lightly scratched my stomach and slowly scratched my skin as I.