So, my adventure began yesterday when I was working downtown as Express. I was going about my usual, mind numbing rounds of greeting entering customers and working the register. Right after my lunch break, I greeted an entering customer who I would soon learn was named Roger. He was a fairly attractive man for his age (late thirties maybe early forties), had no body hair which I loved and he wore a nice blue suite. I asked him if he wanted any help and he said, "Sure, as long as its from you." I showed him around the secluded areas of the store. Each time I put my hands on the clothes he would put his on top of mine. He asked me what I liked to do and I told him that I was always down for anything. Finally he asked me the question. "Do you like coke?" I know I'm supposed to be sober, but instantaneously and unstoppably all my hungry little cocaine receptors were re-activated. My sobriety voice sounded like some haggered little street queen fighting with her purse against a giant, angry, craving mob. "Yes!" I tried to control my excitement. We planned to meet up in an hour at the book store downstairs. I made up some shitty excuse to me boss about my sister having epilipsy and I was able to get off early. Me and Roger met downstairs and he quickly escorted me off to his car in the bsaement. He kept looking at me and smiling like he wanted to rip me apart and fuck me. I kinda liked it. Its a very confident look. It sat well with his nice jaw line. So we go over to his car, which was a nice Mercedez SUV with very darkly tinted windows. He taked me inside and immediatelly pours out a bag of yummy white coke. He makes about ten lines and then takes his shirt off. I inhaled two lines faster than a bolt of lightning and then fucked him , stopping to take a line every few minutes. I must say it was FANFUCKINTASTIC. I even was able to steal about a gram of coke out of the bag at one point. Then he gave me his nmber and said he wanted to see me Sunday at noon back at the mall I work at. I agreed, and now it is early sunday morning and I'm siting typing on my computer because my Ambien doesn't work. I am really god damn excited. Cyruses sobriety Born May 1, 2006 Died September 1, 2006 | 
