She stared athim for a second after before he took out and lit up thespliff. She looked at it nervously (one of the questionshad revealed she hadnR...7;t done any drugs).“Is that weed?” she whispered. He nodded. He passed it over and together they shared ituntil it and the remaining vodka was gone. She wasleaning her head on his shoulder with her knees pulledup, still though her nipples were showing through thethin material she had been wearing at dinner. His cockwas semi hard in. As I step into it, I am reminded once again of why I chose it. It is form- fitting red silk with delicate embroidered flowers along the bodice, gentle gathers across my breasts, tiny straps over my shoulders. It fastens with dainty pearl buttons and snaps between my legs. I pull my hair back in gold clips, curls around my face and exit my screen. I find you riveted on me…anxiously awaiting the next fashion. I stand at the screen, suddenly so shy and unsure. You extend your hand to me and I. I was only 5’4, maybe 5’5 and I weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds. I didn’t realize the shirt I had grabbed was the True Sounds of Liberty shirt that I had borrowed from my friend who is a drummer in a hard core punk band. The shirt wasn’t a half shirt, but the bottom just in front of my belly button was ripped away because of scrimmages in the mosh pit or something.It wasn’t cold because it was almost summer, but it was 9:30 on a Friday night and I was about twenty minutes in a car. "I"m Doctor Foster," said the younger man. "That's also Doctor Foster," he nodded at the woman, "and that is Doctor Slavisek. You agreed to try out a new drug for us." I don't remember agreeing to nuthin." All the wine you can drink Sam and a shot of heroin a day," said Doctor Slavisek. Sam liked the sound of that."That's an interesting tattoo," said the female Doctor Foster examining his arm."It's the budweiser," he replied. The woman doctor was one fine looking bitch. Large breasts strained.