.” Bedroom games chez Striker.“Leave it here. Useless for this stage of the operation. Too nice, too quality. Too expensive. If you’re someone e...se, a user say, you can’t look like you ... look.”“I’m going to smear peppermint oil under my eyes. That’ll make the corneas irritated-looking. Red.”He shook his head, “Maybe last year. But some of those fuckers have caught on to that one. Last thing you want is some mook sniffing your face.”I was feeling defensive, “That’s only one strategy — opiates.. As Sara was drinking in the scene, she felt a hand on the small of her back that confidently worked it way around her waist. Looking up and back she say the black smiling face to Tuttut. "I see you made it then", he said. Drawing her close to him as she willingly folder herself into his arms. "Of course", she replied trying hard to reflect his self assuredness. His eyes and smile demanded a kiss which Sara surrended without hesitation. As thier lips touched and his hand moved from her waist to. She didn't dare. But again, she had the strangest notion that Sara felt the same way. Something about her softly shining eyes behind her glasses led Laura to believe that she too was reluctant for it to be over."You know," Laura said, as they reached Market Street, and the Muni Metro entrance, "I don't have to come back for three months." I know," Sara grinned. "I made the appointment for you, remember?" I like you. I hate to think we won't see each other again until then."Sara became suddenly. " That makes a lot of sense," my mother said. And then she turned to meand said, "You have a lot of things to think about, Honey."******Mom and I left Dr. Girardi's office with a prescription for low doseestrogen, progesterone and an androgen blocker.The unspoken race to find our cigarettes began as soon as were seatedand buckled in. For the first time in my life I understood what it feltlike to need a cigarette. Lighting my cigarette was neither a choice ora habit. It was all about self .