’ Make sure you read the first part before reading this. A number of folks, including my significant other and The Wanderer felt ‘Give It Away’...wasn’t finished — that there was more to be told. Thanks to techsan for being there for me — first-rate editor that he is. Thanks to Lady Cibelle for her sage advice. A special thanks to The Wanderer for keeping me on the straight and narrow. THE METH LAB – CINDY’S STORY The call came at two in the dark cold morning. Jerry was in surgery at the KU. I saw what my mother’s addiction did to her. I remember it so well that there is no way I will ever be an addict to anything, with one exception. I’m an addict to sex, just like her. I was never a prostitute—I never explicitly offered sex for money—but like my mother I survived by trading what I had for what I needed.” “Were you living with the guy who brought you on the boat?” I asked. “Yeah, for a month, but he got tired of me. He wanted to trade me to his friend, for his friend’s girlfriend,. “No, Tracy,” I said with a firm emphasis. “No. Please, never that.” “Did you ever imagine I could be such a tramp? This would probably never have happened if you knew.” “Honey,” I began tenderly, “I want you to stop this. I found you to be thrilling, totally alive and exciting, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. Please don’t put yourself down. I have never loved your more than I do right now.” Tracy shook her head again, her curls bouncing joyfully around her face. “Nope,” she said. “I’m a. You release both as they reach your knees and stand upright. After lifting your leg forward to let your shorts and panties reach the ground, you give a quick shake to free them and your sandals, tossing all to the corner of the blanket. Standing naked before me in the moonlight, you place your hands on your hips with your legs slightly spread apart, and within the shadow of the delta formed by your thighs and stomach I can barely see your swelling labia below the neatly trimmed wedge of hair. .