Alva Morris was rigid with anger. She was fired!
'Damn you, Queen Daphne! You are not the one who hired me! You have no right to fire me!' she fumed furiously. She rolled weed tobacco and lit the make-shift cigarette.
Alva inhaled deeply. She let smoke stay in her lungs for as long as she could and exhaled slowly. When she felt a false calm spread to her veins, she laid down on the crimson bed. She continued smoking the weed until it burnt out.
She was still high when the door to the bedroom opened. She smiled foolishly when she saw the general.
"Ooh! General Aldrich!" she mewled seductively. "What do you want?"
"You, of course!" The general started removing his clothes.
A junior trainee followed him, who carried her hanukkah.
Her kohled eyes widened pleasurably. "Oh, you got weed
