Analyzing and generalizing about my urges never helped me. What I do isn't pretty. It's powerful. It fills my veins with a red-hot urgency. It command... me. It corrupts me. It's astonishing. It's dirty. It's brilliant. I can't control it. I'm not sure I'd honestly want it taken from me. I hate it, yet I love it. Like a devastating hurricane or a burning building, it's raw power has an aesthetic, amoral beauty and implacable purity. The truth is ugly: I love who I am and would never take my own. Your little business partner has herself a habit."Muscles looks at her. Louise doesn't look back.I bend over Louise and grab her again, ignoring the sweet body and sweeter scent of her.I drag to her feet. I'm not letting her off that easy.Because now I know her secret.Hey, Crack is great: I've tried it.It's the best fucking high you've ever had. And you go chasing that high, into territory you'd never walk into in a million years, if it weren't for those little magic rocks.I've seen the story a. Tom was from out of town and had the impression an escort would show him around town. I told him I could do that, but perhaps there was something better I could do for him. Eventually he caught on and chose the latter. Frank was a widower who lost his wife a month before I met him. He reminded me of my grandfather. Then there was Ricky who was on his cell phone bragging to his buddies about the blow job he was getting. He even sent them a picture. Jack's wife had just divorced him, so he was a. Joss glared at his sister who was innocently chewing gum and blowing bubbles. "No, it's not. Don't listen to her, mom," he frowned. "Carly doesn't know what she's talking about." Do too," replied the girl under a bushel of brown shoulder-length curls with a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her pert nose. "Last night when we were out playing. There was this girl. She was really pretty and sort of different."Their mother shook her head. "Different?"Her daughter continued to flick through.