Fucking Soccer Moms!As I was saying ... You can't get anything like that nowadays. Everything has to be 'sanitary'. Sanitary's ass! Took all the flavo... out is what they did! Just a second ... I need to let some of what I've been taking in out.Who's got a cigarette. Damn it, Bill. I know I can't smoke in here ... and That's another thing!!! Can't smoke near a school, or downtown, or in a bar or tavern ... the next thing you know they'll be banning Euchre. I don't really want one, Johnny ... I. ." I say, without bothering to move. There's no music, but then there doesn't need to be. I watch her hips sway and wiggle as she turns around and around, showing me everything she has to offer. "Such a good girl." I can almost her her purr at the praise. When she stops for a second to look up at me I can't stand it anymore, I just have to get my hands on her. Reaching out I grab her hand and drag her down into my lap. She feels so perfect in my lap. I can run my hand under the slit in her. "I haven't had a proper bath since my eviction. You know you were mean to me last night, leaving me out there to sleep on the sidewalk and shiver to death." Boris yanked her hair a little bit."Ouch. That hurts ... Master," Jasmine cried. Jasmine was his slave and afraid that he was going to do a lot of things to her for having been rude and nasty to him."You threatened to call the cops on me, and you broke up with me a year ago. You broke up with me over the fucking phone while I was in. I warmed my coffee, sat down and asked Emily, "How can something like that happen?" The combination of whiskey and pills slowed her breathing while she slept," Emily replied, "and her lungs couldn't keep up. They filled with water from her body and..."Five little pills, I thought. What a fucking miserable way to die. My mind filled with confusing and contradictory thoughts, and not one of them made me feel any better.As if sensing my thoughts, Emily stood up briskly and said, "We'd better go.".