I’m eight years old. I’m not a baby. Third grade is a hell-hole. The no-smoking rules only apply to tobacco. Once we get outside for recess, kids ...ring out the hidden stashes.”“They smoke dope at school?”“Mostly they eat cupcakes. That’s why the teacher reads to us after lunch for an hour. I really get into the stories when I’m tripping.”“Pey, that stuff is bad for you. Don’t get into it. It leads to harder drugs. And it’s illegal.”“You really hit your head hard, didn’t you? Ganja was proven to. Drink up.”Whenever anyone is urging me to drink up, I become suspicious of the drink. Maybe I should say more suspicious of the drink. Anyone who knows me knows that I am very careful about what I accept to eat or drink from potential adversaries... or even friends.I put the drink to my mouth and pretended to sip the bitter wine. If the drums hadn’t gone into a frenzy I might have actually had to drink some of that godawful stuff. Instead the Divine Amin turned to watch the naked dancers as. "That was... unexpected," she said, "but more than welcome."I pulled her toward the bedroom and as we got to the bed I stopped her and started lifting that remarkable transparent cover she had on. She in turn started removing my clothing also. As we finished we climbed onto the bed and fell into each others arms. She pulled me on top of her and I returned to her lips and kissed her hungrily. I went to her ears and neck next kissing and nipping her gently. She would tremble every now and then as. Sue Ellen, while examining her sandwich, said, "So how are things at the house?" They're good," Raven answered before taking a bite out of her sandwich.She had never been to this particular place before and was rather intimidated by the food. These weren't typical sandwiches, but gourmet sandwiches. She wasn't used to ordering food like that and had been lost when making a sandwich selection."I'm glad to hear that."Raven frowned and then said, "Now that I have a job, I'm worried about who is.