. life, I guess. I’d been feeling alone, feeling sorry for myself. Mi madre had abandoned me when I was only a day old. A series of foster parents.T...en, later on, when I had to give up my friends and career, I had gotten that old outcast feeling of isolation. Well, weed helped for a while. Then I did a mental shrug and bought some meth from my neighbor’s boyfriend. Just a quick toot, just once in a while.It was like I was hovering above myself, watching dispassionately. I placed my Visa card. All four girls felt like princesses as they swept into theliving room area with their thick stage make-up and their hair tiedback into tight buns, but they all paled in comparison to Zoe when sheemerged from her bedroom.The former ballerina was dressed in a precise replica of the White Swancostume from Swan Lake, right down to the feathery white head dress andher own almost-new pointe shoes. All the other partygoers watched inawe as Zoe danced the famous dance of the dying swan- a routine. My laptop was still on the other sofa. It took an unusually hefty amount of energy to transfer myself from one couch to the other. I opened it up and simply stared at my desktop wallpaper while I tried to sift through all the thoughts in my mind. Foremost was Christina. Now I knew why she was late, not only today, but more than likely every damn afternoon. The thought burned itself through my mind, though all my heart felt was numbness. No, that’s too… cliché. It felt more like a pinhole in the. She hates to think she is missing out on anything!”Tom smiled at his naked mother standing on the Twister mat then he gave the dial a flick with his fingers. Before long Hank and Lynn were completely tangled up over the colored dots and unable to move no matter what combinations the spinner produced. Lynn gave a sudden squeal of fright and pleasure as Hank’s penis squashed hard down into her mouth when the little scrum finally imploded in on itself.As Tom was just standing up from the spinner.