’ ‘So then what?’ I asked trying to hide my excitement. It was really just a charade. Kathryn knew how much she turned me on, but would play ‘...-think-of-you-like-a-brother’ angle when it suited her. ‘Well I gave him a good titty-fuck, with plenty of oral action to keep him lubed,’ she continued. ‘Mmmmm,’ I responded. I immediately caught myself. ‘It gets better,’ she continued, ‘bring out little Z for a little fun.’ I stammered for a second and she immediately answered in her no-bullshit. “Yea, I feel the same way. I don’t wanna swap or anything, and while we may try that again kissing again someday, we also may not. And if it does, I’m warning you. No side boob or butt feelies, got it?”She raised her eyebrow and I grinned and nodded.She sighed deeply. “Pete, you know I love Linda like the sister I never had, right?”“Yea, I know. She has told me she feels like you are the big sister she never had.”“Good. So tell me, did you really fuck that little girl up the ass tonight?” She. My drug addiction cost my baby her voice. Cocaine messes with the neurochemistry of the user. It affects the baby too if the mother is an addict, like I was. There’s so much they still don’t know about the long term effects on…on crack-babies.” Samantha broke down again in a fit of sobbing and John held her, tears rolling down his own cheeks. John knew a few things about cocaine. It was a dopamine transport blocker, inhibiting the natural dopamine recycling process in the brain. Dopamine. At about eleven-fifteen, Karen got into her car and drove the shortdistance to Mrs. King's house. She parked in the driveway, walked to thedoor, and knocked.The woman who answered the door appeared to be in her mid-thirties, withblack hair, green eyes, well made-up, and a very distinguishedappearance. Karen felt out of place, wearing a white blouse, jeans andrunning shoes. "Come in. You must be Karen, Angela's aunt. She's told me all about you!" Mrs. King, I am so pleased to finally meet you.".