At once he was mellow, withdrawn, and disillusioned. Incidentally, he was a cocaine addict. Although, he hated that word. The word ‘addict.’ He wa... hated by all of us. The stupid bastard was so lucky. He had a dad that really cared about him. The asshole took it for granted. He didn’t understand that someone had to pay for the hospital. His father was deeply in debt. The ‘Winterson Center’ was his latest creditor. Diana was the girl with the journal. Like Glory, she was on the unit because she. There are certain advantages that come with being in the uppermost echelon of wealth; the lavish and luxurious lifestyle everyday people see on television and in movies, that’s a given. Beyond that, in my social circle at least, exists another class of luxuries, Luxuries of the flesh. While my harem isn’t as impressive as some of my friends’, I’m young and fully expect to expand it. At the moment it only includes Sarah and Nikki but I am in the process of procuring a third. Sarah was a. We had made our way to the exit of the mall. I moved ahead of the group to open and hold the door while Mrs. Roberts and Ashley exited. Jason ducked through just before I released the door. Walter was just behind him."So you are talking to that rich bitch Jessica?" he asked."She's a very nice person," I replied calmly."Dude!" Walter called out. "She hangs out at the same table all the time during lunch and lords it over that little swarm of friends. Half of them hang out with her because of her. Standing at his kitchen sink, near the make-shift lab that he had cobbledtogether from bits and pieces of equipment he had stolen from work, hepulled the stopper off the vial. Now exposed to oxygen, the liquid beganto froth, like a can of soda that had been shaken. He tipped the vialslightly, so that the foam spilled out into the sink. Soon, the vialcalmed, and the liquid sat still, albeit with a slightly murkierappearance, like milk mixed with water. He continued to swirl the vial,and the.