He started asking his questions when my phone went off again. It said, "i just came ... so good." I don't remember a damn thing that was said after th...t. I just hoped I didn't give away any national secrets. When the meeting was over, I bounded down the stairs, three at a time, to get to my car. I texted Mom. "on my way." Halfway there I got a call from her. "Hi Mom," I answered. "Hey, baby. When you get here, just come on up to my bedroom." "Ok." I pressed down on the accelerator a little. The room was completely empty except for an old black-and-white television set and a filthy twin-sized mattress. The room stank and I gagged. I couldn't tell what - sweat, cum, old rotten food, something else. And a horrible overlay of strawberry scented air freshener. I leaned against the door, weak with nausea.Diamond Doug motioned and I turned my head. The door to the bathroom was open. A haggard and emaciated woman was sitting on the toilet, dress pulled up around her waist, head lolling. He'd kill me for wearing it. "You meeting someone, Lil? On a date with that friend of yours?" Not anymore," I said. My voice wobbled a little and Joe cocked an eyebrow. I knew what he was going to say before he said it."Didn't work out, huh?"There was more kindness in his tone than I'd been expecting. He must have had more to drink than was usual for him. He plunked his empty glass on the bar and instantly a pretty, brunette bartender appeared to clear it away. He ordered another and one for me. ." Sandy kept murmuring and this time I found myself believing it, even whispering it back to her between kisses.Saturday.I opened my eyes and blinked at the sunlight, feeling a little muddled and not immediately sure where I was at first. I'd slept hard, but I'd needed it badly. I felt Sandy next to me and I guess she needed it too, since she was still sleeping. We were pretty tangled up, our arms and legs across and under and between each other and I hated to move. Not only because I didn't.