No, not for her. She still looked very good but perhaps in a slack way these days. Yes...those little packets made her feel wonderful but less so - she wondered how her life might change if she stopped; people had done it. And she recognised and admitted that with her physical attributes, she got the same kind of kick just by absorbing all the glances directed towards her wherever she went; did she really need the stuff?
However, she reconsidered - mustn't burn my bridges just yet. So when this stash of hers eventually ran out she would, might - just might - ration her female services to a 'now and then' - and when she felt like it. Gary could take it or leave it.
Another factor had been added in her deliberations of her life-style...her 'friend' Queenie, the dirty-mouthed, pimple-faced,
