...but hey, beggars can't be choosers, right? :PAnyway, I met her through a friend, who had been fucking Vickie's cousin Adam's former girlfriend. I ...now, I know: "huh?" At that time, practically everyone was fucking everyone else, or had been, or was trying to...anyway, it was through this mutual friend that I met a guy named Adam.Adam was one of those guys you meet growing up who, the very first time you meet him, you're impressed by how fuckin' cool he is. This is a guy who just didn't. Not unlike the color that was still persisting in her cheeks.She cleared her throat softly, muttered ‘Victoria’ under her breath, and she was gone. Casey punched me in the arm so hard I had a bruise for three days.--The next time I saw her outside of classes was at some boozer Casey dragged me to a few weeks later. I had to admit, she looked fine as hell. Perfectly painted face, her dark makeup contrasting with the lightness of her skin, the cat’s eye design of her eyeliner drawing attention to. Whether for better or worse he did not know, but he loved his wife and he was certain she loved him. He had just watched a two hour and twenty minute tape of Mary being fucked by an unknown number of black men and it had turned him on more that he had ever been turned on before in his life. He had almost wished he could have been there and been a part of it and now Mary had informed him that it was going to happen again and he knew he would not let her do it unless he could be there."How are. Yes! Twenty crisp, clean, new one hundred dollar bills. She looked at the small ticket and smiled when she read she had just withdrawn twenty dollars from the ATM. Well, according to the printout, anyway. And she was sure her balance last week had only been thirty-two dollars. She quickly folded the ticket into the bills and placed them in her purse. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, she leaned in close to the security camera and mouthed ‘thank you so much’. She would finally be.