At eight years old, she knew the dangers of smoking but she also knew it didn’t matter in her particular case. Tonight she would be ending her life ...o long-term lung cancer was a moot point. She surveyed the dingy little room she lived in. More like a large closet, really. A beat-up dresser, and old student desk and a creaky single-size bed (complete with broken slats). The one overhead light just added to the cheapness of the scene. Well, she thought, she certainly isn’t going to miss this.. My cock was now fully erect. From my view I was seeing her from behind. Her amazingly toned ass glistened in the light, but I had yet to catch a glimpse of that tight pussy. She then swirled around to hop into the shower; her body was spectacular. Almost immediately after she entered the shower she started rubbing her pussy. Slow at first, she closed her eyes in pleasure. She then sat herself down on the small ledge inside the shower, rubbing her pussy much faster now, she rubbed her clit. She describes it as the best sex ever because he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking and did everything she wanted. Next morning he was gone and it was not till later did she realise that money was gone from her account but her card was still in her purse. The date and time the bank gave for the ATM transaction put it at some time in the early morning. Victim had trouble remembering what the man looked like describing her memory of him as vague while she was clear on all the other. He should be getting here any minute now." Good, because I got him a gift," Monica looks at Sash curiously. "You did, what did you get him?" Well, you remember when he called me a few days after his birthday, he kept hinting how much he would love that art set from the art supply store?" "Oh my god Sasha, you got that for him? That isn't cheap." I know Monica, but he has been working so hard keeping an A+ average, and he is working part-time, so I just feel he deserves to be rewarded." Okay, .