Hunter
I liked the way she looked at me. I knew she would, and heaven knew also that I had fallen for her. We stared in silence for a while until she coughed, "Need assistance?"
"No, I'm good."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure,"
"Can we be open to each other?" I asked and she raised only her eyes from the table, to where I stood with the pipe in my mouth.
"How about you sit?" She requested.
"I'd rather stand here than sit and bother you with smoke, you know I care about your health."
"It's funny how you don't care about yours,"
She said and I smiled a little smile as memories of that night flashed through my mind. She was a bad smoker. I remember vividly after I ripped off her gown, m*******a, and other related drugs dropped from her body. In her tiny bag, there were such contents a
