Breathless Suspense
I’ve known Suzy Quinn since high school, though we’d never spoken. It wasn’t until a few years after graduation that we began to run into each other regularly. By that time we were both bona fide members of the local pot connoisseurs’ crowd.
After she realized I had premium sources, Suzy cultivated my acquaintance. We began to go in on deals together, socializing a bit incidentally. With the accelerant of a lot of good ganja we began to break through the barriers of class and social status that used to inhibit us. Swiftly we discovered similar political opinions as well as shared tastes in music, movies and literature. Eventually we became unlikely but mutually trusting friends, partying pals and purchasing partners. And so it might have stayed, if too-observant Suzy
