What was so great about weed anyway? Today they would find out, for Paul had filched a single bowl’s worth of the herb from his parents, and Paula h...d smuggled a small bong into the shed.Carefully they loaded the bowl, just as they had seen their parents doing. Then they realized that a bit of weed and a bong are useless without a match or lighter, which neither had thought to bring.After some discussion, the decision was made to hide their contraband in the shed and come back later in the week. (Continue)• Explaining past information via narrator.• Having narrator exposition of any kind.• Using titles for every chapter, but maybe arcs or large groupings of chapters. (Individual chapter titles are replaced with a numerical system: continue down)Things I will be doing:• Going into extreme detail about anything and everything so long as a character directly interacts with it in someway.• Following every moment of a characters lives day after day week after week, month after month, year. “Damn!” Elyse gasped.“Yeah,” I said between heavy breaths.We lay together for about five minutes, then went to the shower, quickly cleaned up, and then dressed. Elyse sprayed some air freshener in her room and then we went back to the car to head to the airport to get Stephie.“I was wrong,” Elyse said with a smile. “It turns out that you’re not an asshole.”“I realized I had done wrong by you and could easily fix it. It’s not going to be that easy with Bethany.”“Why didn’t you do it at home?”“I. Eve’s eyes had grown desperate when I had looked away, now that I wasn’t looking straight at the captain of my guard, the pleasurable sensations quickly restored what momentarily had been lost. Her eyes again begged for mercy, and in her mind it was only if she could pleasure me that she hoped to influence my decision. Truth was, she wasn’t going to influence my decision, because there was no way I was going to hand her over to anyone without hearing the evidence first—but she didn’t know that..