She tried to stifle the smile before it leaks through the phone line. It was working better than planned. “Please come over” she whined, hung up, and laughed until her make up got all messed up, which was cool. She should look shabby when he gets here full of shame and remorse for sounding horny.

Once he’s here, she has to keep him busy and far away from his pants long enough for her husband to take his credit card out of his wallet. He can stay over to sleep, take some Viagra, anything to keep the sucker from noticing the card’s missing.

Meanwhile Honest Joe’s boys would try to get as much as possible. Honest Joe would give you a 10-hit pack card right away, and you’d also get a numbered slip. You could come there after a few days and see if your slip got a bonus. Could sometimes amount to hundreds of grams
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Honest Jo was honest. The marks weren’t. They thought they were using her.

Now how’s that for “awesome”? she thought while messing up her hair and the kitchen before the mark gets here.