One or two puffs can stink up an entire building.I pushed open the door expecting to see Brandy smoking away. Instead, it was a tall leggy girl with a...wild mop of long curly red hair. She turned, not at all surprised to see me. "Who are you?" I asked."Cynthia," she said taking another drag on her cigarette.She was a Cynthia all right. She had that rich bitch insouciance. The Academy hadn't broken her attitude yet. Maybe it never would.I stepped into the room as she took another puff then looked. The weekend came and by then Maria had flaunted her new wardrobe. She knew she was stirring flames in Calvin with each selection. Scampering around in a mini skirt, Maria had ass flashed him many times. Sitting on the sofa beside Calvin, he muttered, “show me”. Maria stood, placed her hands on her skirt asking again, “are you really sure, Calvin”? He nodded yes. Slowly she drew the hem upward until her panties were in full view. Her thumbs rolled the waist band as she turned away from him.. Give me your left arm. Alright 110 over 80, that's great. Step on the scale Steve." "Alright." Your the same as last time you were here at 177, that's good for your height. Okay you can have a seat on the bed," she said, "Okay now I will listen to your heart.Open up your shirt for me and just relax." I unbuttoned my Arizona shirt I had on. Then she started listening to my heart. Her hair went in my face for a few seconds as I can smell how beautiful it was. Her hand reached under the back of my. What do you mean: 'this way'?"She turned and looked into his eyes, so soft and grey, dilated by desireeven in the vapor glare of the nearby streetlamp. "Rick?" she whispered."I'm here, Laura." He pulled the blanket they were sharing tighter aroundher, pulling her closer to him.She inhaled deeply and let out a slow, sad sigh. "Rick, you should knowthat long before Hamilton Pool I dreamt of you. You were handsome andsmart, kind, and... well, damn, Rick: you were it for me! I used.