” “NONE at all.” “Great see you then!” I hung up and cleaned up the mess I made, I noticed that it was already one in the afternoon. So I gr...bbed my cut of the weed and started to pull out three huge buds. They were about three inches long n about half an inch thick, grabbing a baggy I rolled them up together and placed them in my cigar box that I carry when I go to my friends house. Also placing the two swishers, the new pipe, some ZAGS and three lighters. Looking through my clothes grabbing. As she approached, she realised they were younger than she had thought.Outside number 4 two of them stepped in front of her making her stop. They were all staring at her. She recognised one of them as living in the street, she thought he was called Alex. “Mrs Goodall” was all he said. She knew he was aged about fifteen.Again she tried to cover her naked body with her hands but failed. She was aware how vulnerable she was. One of them reached out and touched her breast with a finger.She could. “Are you sure, Lanie? I’m still leaving tomorrow.” “Yes, I’m sure. This is your goodbye present,” I say. He sighs. “I’m so sorry about Tim.” “Shhh. His name is enough to spoil the mood,” I say. “Don’t worry about it. I can take care of myself around him.” Rick unzips his pants and removes them while I unbutton my blouse. I leave it on, but it’s open, exposing my tits, which I know Rick loves. Sure enough, he reaches around me and unhooks my bra with dexterous fingers that have obviously done. “So I’m lucky that I get to be a whore?”She shrugged. “Would you rather have your old job back? Would you rather be walking around in a three-piece suit and oxford shoes? Or wearing blue jeans and steel-toed shoes working in some factory?”“No,” I said quickly. I ran my hands down my sides to the hem of my dress. “I like this,” I whispered. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am lucky to have the job I have.”Kathy kissed me again. “You are,” she smiled. “And I’m lucky to have a friend like you.