A Young Woman Returns Home After Coaching Class.

I fell asleep quickly, not waking up till after Dinner. Shit. I took a look at the cig after two longs drags, and flicked the ashes out the window. Next time, I promise.”
She reached for my iPod, and I didn’t notice, until she said, “What flavor?”
I had no idea what she meant, until I looked at her, holding my gram Greg gave me. We sat in my car, seats back, talking while enjoying our drinks. “God, I wish there was a meeting today.” She texted. It was her address, saying keep it for later. She posted it, showing my obnoxious gang sign. “Seriously, Heather. Greggggy.”
Hmm. The chlorine and perfumey smell lingered in my nose as I gasped for air in between kisses.