Weed and alcohol. Straight for the bong, thereafter the bottle. She has to be loaded for her freak to come on.

She wraps like a cat, her thin body around your pudgy body, lips to your lips, your hands in her hair or under her shirt. Teenage reversion, the sex you never had. Granted that's all different now.

What does she want next? What did she want before? What was the change, what does it mean, what does it matter? She is what she is, and that's not up to you.

On the couch with her bestie and your weed. With laughter and gin and kota riganati, and many many plans to never come true.