But what affected her mostly was his scent. Oh My God. It drove her wild as the lift filled up with it and she couldn’t determine whether it was his...cologne, deodorant or just his soap washed skin. The funny thing was though, that as she became aware of his smell, she suddenly became aware of her own, and wondered if she was perspiring as a result of the wondrous assault he was having on her senses. She started to drift off into fantasy land thinking about how much she would like to taste his. Talking to a pretty girl instead of fucking her mouth or cunt. Sometimes I was with them, him and his groupie. Sometimes I even spent the night. Never naked, though we sometimes hugged. So, yeah, I was around some who would shoot up. Saw the consequences. Heard the regrets. The stories. Overdoses. Friends dying. I even got instructed how to handle an overdose to keep someone alive. Even got offered to be shot up, but that scared me, too. Some regretted the offer. Almost all of them actually.. Smile moron!"It's okay," I grin. "My little brother is Timothy Aaron. My parents wanted to call him TJ, but I kept teasing and his nickname stuck."She frowns in confusion.I grin, "Mahal." Of course, it sounds like 'my hall.'Alex laughs, and the sound is so sweet. I want to make her laugh more. When she finishes, she grins, "Okay, Mr. James. I'll see you at six."She turns to leave, but I want her to stay, "And you are? Missus?"She climbs into the truck and turns to me out the window,. It turned out that Melba and Wanda lived on the shore of the same lake I did only a couple of miles from my home but down a different dirt road. Melba told me that her first husband had been murdered many years ago in the little country store he owned in the southern part of the state. She then moved to this area and eventually married the head video photographer at the most popular TV station in the capitol city, and that the man who was governor at the time insisted that her husband be the.