He was a tall guy with black, loosely curled hair that was about three inches long. “Ok. Sex xxnx This one does not apply to you. I went over and opened them up. I was a lucky little shit. I handed her the bong, and she hit it. My dad owned a large pharmaceutical company and my mom was his assistant. She asked me why I never showed up with that car, and I told her because of my 4runner’s freezer and secret compartment, so I could bring all my stuff whenever I wanted. I was going to have an awesome week, too. This was my smoking song. We went out to the neighborhood exit, and turned into a gas station. She sat and looked at it, impressed. We were both 17 at this point; juniors in high school. The computer also controlled the sound system, the air-conditioning, and the outdoor pool/jacuzzi/pavilion area/path lighting. I was only straight edge for him.” she said in a very pleased tone. This was going to be awesome. She was high, but not enough.
