17 comments/ 39708 views/ 16 favorites Powder By: cailano There's a crack in the sidewalk by my toe. Bright, hurtful light from the passing cars flows along the street like iridescent liquid, filling the crack with its brilliance briefly before moving on. It moves on and leaves me in the soft, candy-apple glow of the signs. The pretty signs make me pretty too; all electric blue and red... A man wearing a suit that's too nice for me walks by. I ask him if he wants to take me home. He doesn't say no, but he doesn't stop walking either. He doesn't even look at me, that man with the tie. Doesn't like the pretty girl in the pretty light. Doesn't feel my pretty tits before going home to his wife. Doesn't like me, not really. I'm waiting for Jerome to come. Jerome always makes me happy. He'll pull up in his little curvy car and let me inside into the warm curvy car air. He'll talk to me in his curvy car voice. "Do you like snakes?" He'll ask. I do. And apples too. Yum. "Do you want to see my black serpent?" He'll ask. I'll say yes, even though I know he doesn't really have a snake. He just has a big cock. Funny. Maybe I'll tell him that. You don't have a snake, Jerome. What you have is a rooster. No. Roosters don't spit like his snake; and Jerome doesn't like it when I talk. Another man goes by. I don't talk to him because now I mostly want to see Jerome. Jerome can always make me happy. "Hey." The man says. He's a vampire man without the teeth. He has a long, thin, pale face; with a long, thin, pale, nose. He touches my pretty face. A car goes by and the light from its head-lamps makes him into a shadow man. "Are you waiting for someone?" Asks the silhouette. I tell him I wait for Jerome. Wait for the curvy car. "Is Jerome your pimp?" I shake my head. (Don't you ever be no whore, girl. I'd just die if you was a whore.) "A customer." No. Why do you want to know so much about Jerome, Vampire Man? He doesn't have a pretty face and a nice, round ass. He just has a big snake. What do you think about that? Jerome pulls up in his curvy car, but the Vampire Man doesn't fly away. I go to the car and put my head through the space where the window was before Jerome made the door eat it. Jerome did that just for me. Jerome loves me. "Hey." Jerome says. Somebody else already said that to me tonight. You just stole the word. "Who's that?" He asks. Who? The Vampire Man standing behind me? Nobody matters to me but you. Do you have my happy stuff? "Sure baby." He says, even though I'm not one. (You'll always be Mama's baby honey.) He shows me the happy stuff in its happy little baggie. I take it and start to get in the car but the Vampire Man pulls me away. Jerome grabs his gun and points it at him. No, not that gun. That's funny. I laugh. "Easy, man." The Vampire man says. He isn't scared of Jerome's big nasty gun. Bullets can't really kill Vampires though, not really. "No, man, I don't need her. Tell you what, you give me fifty bucks you can have the bitch and the junk." No, Jerome, don't say these things. I know you don't mean it, you love me. I forgive you. The Vampire Man gives Jerome some money and he drives away. I still have the happy stuff, and I didn't have to play with the black serpent. That makes me happy, even though I don't mind having Jerome's dick in my mouth, not really. The Vampire Man takes my hand and walks away with me. (Help! I'm being stolen!) He walks fast and for along time. Please stop Vampire Man. I can't keep up. "Alright." He says. He walks for about a block more and then he brings me into a coffee shop that I used to go to a long time ago. We go inside into the warm air and he sits me down in a soft seat. "Do you want some coffee?" He asks. No. "Something to eat?" No. I want my happy stuff. "Heroin?" I nod and show him the happy little baggie. And you can't have none. It's all mine. "What do you take it with?" I reach into my pocket and show him the really good needle I found in the alley. Some dummy just threw it away. Now it's mine. You can't have this either. "Using dirty needles can kill you." He says. So what? The happy stuff's going to kill me anyway, dead, dead, dead. "You don't want to live?" Nope. I just want to feel good. Don't you want to feel good, Vampire Man? Isn't that why you bought me? (I'd just die if you was a whore.) A teenager with greasy hair and an apron comes up to our table. "C'mon man, put that away." He whispers. "You can't do that shit in here." I look up at him and the Vampire Man grabs my happy little baggie. He walks out of the shop very quickly. I run after him. He turns around in the street and I try to stab him with my needle. I'll teach you not to take my happy stuff. He steps away and grabs my wrist. Once he has my needle he smashes it with his hand. No! Why did you do that, Mister Vampire Man? What did I ever do to you? "Shut up. You tried to kill me. Now do what I ask or I'll dump this shit down the first sewer grate I come to." What do you want, huh? My lips? My ass? Just tell me what to do and I'll do it, I promise. Please don't throw my happy stuff away. "Follow me." He says, and he walks away so fast I almost have to run to keep up with him. I get so tired, but I don't stop. The Vampire Man has my happy stuff, and Jerome won't come back till Wednesday. I follow the Vampire Man to an old, empty building. The walls have things growing out of them in places and moldy boards cover the windows. Is this where you have your coffin? He brings me around to the door and raps on it with his pale hand. Another vampire person opens it from the inside, a black woman who has faded to grey. She looks at my feet, and then slowly lifts her head till she's looking at my face. "Why her?" She asks. "She has black hair," says the Vampire Man, "like me; like Marissa." "Ah." Says the Grey Lady. Even though that's not a word, not really. The Vampire Man brings me inside into a big room that smells musty and wet. He takes me to a flight of creaky, vampire stairs, and we walk up them till I loose track of what floor we're on. We go down a hall way and he brings me into a bedroom with a little futon in it. A Futon-Room. That's funny. I laugh. "You have a nice smile." He says. (All the better to eat you with.) "You're very beautiful." He lights a lantern that sits on an old sewing table with paint peeling down its legs. Can I have my happy stuff, Mister Vampire Man? He grabs me and pulls me to him. I feel his breath on my lips. "Fuck me, Marissa." He whispers. "Fuck me good and then you can have your junk." I kiss him, even though my name isn't Marissa. The Vampire Man feels the part of my pretty stomach that my shirt doesn't cover, and then pushes his hands up till it doesn't cover anything anymore. It's cold in the futon-room and my nipples are hard. He kneels and licks them, sending little fire-fly tingles all through me. Oh God, Mama, I'm sorry if sometimes I like it. I know it's bad. I'm going to do the bad thing with this Vampire Man. I'm going to let him inside my bad, wet place and it's going to feel so good. I'm sorry. He unbuttons my tight, black jeans and strips them off. He kisses my pussy through my panties before taking them off too. He makes me stand with my legs apart and then he kisses my pussy again. French kisses it; spreading the lips apart and pushing his tongue into me. I feel the screaming building up in me, filling me. Oh, I like it so much. I want you in me, Vampire Man. I want your essence to coat my insides. He stands up and takes off his pants. Can you read my mind Vampire Man? His cock is long and thin, like the sword of Prince Charming. He picks me up and pushes me against the door. Shutting it and pinning me. I wrap my legs around his waist and he pushes into me. I lift myself with my legs and let myself fall into his thrusts. The screaming is all through me now, fighting to get out. I slide against the door as fast as I can and kiss him as I come, letting the screams out into his mouth. He spins around and lowers me to the cold, wooden floor. He keeps fucking me until he comes too. He covers my face with kisses. Little vampire kisses. "Marissa... Marissa." He says. Did you like that Vampire Man? Was that good? "Incredible." Good. I liked it too. Can I have my happy stuff now? He pulls out of me and stands up; still in his sweater and long coat, but with no pants. His penis is limp now, and shiny in the light from the street. He goes to a closet across the room and opens the door. I see him reach onto a high shelf and take down a shoe box. Are you going to get high with me Vampire Man? He sits in front of me indian style and opens the box. It's filled with white powder. I've never seen so much in my life. I dip my finger into it and then into my mouth. It tastes like chalk though, so I spit it out. I hope you didn't pay too much for that Mister Vampire Man. It's not what you think it is. "It's not cocaine." He says. What is it then? What does it do? How do you take it? "You breathe it. I blow it into your face and it kills you." Kills? Dead? That doesn't sound like fun. He holds up my happy little baggie. "This shit kills you too, only it kills you piece by piece. First it kills your brain, then it kills your pride. Pretty soon you find yourself selling your ass for ten bucks on a street corner just to get more of the stuff. Eventually though, it kills your body; and then everything's over. You're dead and you never come back." So what, Vampire Man; at least that way you die happy. (Mama, I didn't mean to be no whore. I'm sorry.) He picks up a handful of the Powder. "But you see, the special thing about dying this way is that you get to come back. And when you come back you're better. You never need to eat or drink, and you never get sick. You never feel sad or guilty. You can live forever if you want to; and this," He holds up my baggie with his other hand, "you'll never need this again. All you'll need is the Powder." No, thank you. I don't want to die, not really. I don't want to be pale like you. I just want my happy stuff. Then I'll go away. "I don't want you to go away, Marissa. I want you to stay with me forever." I get up and run for the door. I don't care about my happy stuff anymore. He can keep it. I'll find Jerome and he'll give me some more. I know he will. He'll give me a new needle too; because Jerome loves me. I pull on the door but it's stuck. (Oh, I don't want to die.) I spin around and the Vampire Man is standing right in front of me, with his handful of Powder between our faces. I gasp, and he blows it down my throat, into my lungs. I try to scream but the Powder's so dry it takes my voice away. Oh no, no, no, no. "I'm sorry Marissa," He says, "I just couldn't let you leave me this time. The Preacher can't hurt us here." My legs start to feel like they're made of play-doh. I think I'm going to fall but the Vampire Man picks me up and carries me to the futon. He kisses my forehead and stands up. His face gets blurry when it's so far away. The futon isn't long enough for my pretty body. I think it must have been made for some little vampire child. He walks to the door we came in and yanks on it hard so that it opens. Oh, no Vampire man, don't leave me in here to die. I'll fuck you again I swear; just take your Powder back okay? Please... He leaves and shuts the door behind him. Oh, my legs won't move, oh God. The air tastes so good. I don't ever want to stop breathing. Everything is getting blurry now. I'll never see the pretty lights again. I'm so scared. Jerome, come save me. Come take me away from here and make me happy again. I don't want to go to hell. Mama says all whores go to hell. Why am I all alone? What did I do wrong? Oh please. God, tell me. I'm not bad Mama I swear... I swear... I'm so scared. My name's not even Marissa. ________________________________________ It's day out now and the room has no curtains. The light hurts so bad. Need to sleep more. Nowhere to go... Just sleep. ________________________________________ The sun is going down and taking the light and heat with it. The sky turns deep purple and fills the room with its hue. The futon is uncomfortable and I don't have a blanket. The air smells like old sex. I want to take a shower but I don't know where one is. The door to the hall way opens. Vampire Man? Is that you coming to kill me again? No. It's another one of the vampire people. A woman, but not the grey lady I saw before. A tall woman with stringy, blond hair. Her eyes are hidden behind it so I can't tell what color they are. "Marissa?" She asks in a soft voice. I shake my head. That's not my name. That's just what the Vampire Man calls me. "Are you the girl he brought in from the street last night?" Yes. That's who I am. The girl from the street. "Can you be Marissa for me?" She asks. I nod. (I'll be anything you want honey, just don't leave me okay?) She pushes aside her hair and smiles. She's pretty like me, but with sad eyes. I think she remembers things too. She helps me up and takes me over to my clothes. I get dressed and follow her into the hallway. She leads me to another room on the same floor. "This is my room." She says, and opens the door. There's a big canopy bed and a chest of drawers with a mirror on top inside. They both look old. Like stuff from the junk yard. She brings me inside and takes me through another door. We're in a bathroom now. A bathtub is against a wall. It's one of the old kind with the little monster feet holding it up. It's filled with steaming water. "Do you like where I live?" She asks. Yes I do. You have a beautiful little girl room. Like the one I had. I had a bed like yours once. "Would you like to take a bath?" Sure, Sad Lady. I like baths. She stands behind me and pulls my shirt over my head; letting her hands feel my pretty tits before she takes off my pants and underwear at the same time. I didn't bring my shoes. She helps me into the tub and rubs at my back with a washcloth. Nothing feels real. "Let's get you all clean Marissa." Who's Marissa? Why do I have to be her? Why's she so special? "Marissa was his sister. She lived with their Mother far away from him; in the country. When he would go to visit he and his sister would sleep in the same bed; even when they were to old to be doing so and started having desires that they shouldn't have been having. Their Step-Father was a preacher, and he saw no reason they shouldn't spend the nights together since he believed that God protected his house from incest and all other forms of sin." "Do you know what incest is honey?" Sure. Incest is the bad thing Uncle Phil did to me when I was twelve, and I did to him when I was fifteen. Did the Vampire Man do it too? "Yes. He started fucking his sister when she was in ninth grade. It was bound to happen eventually. It was so hot there in the country that they slept naked. Sometimes they got into tickling fights. Wrestling with a naked girl would make him hard and one night he just slipped into her. After that they did it all the time. They liked it. Knowing that there was someone in the house that thought it was evil just made them like it more. They fucked every night they were together for a year." Yes? What happened then? "The Preacher walked in one morning while his Step-Son was taking his sister from behind. He howled in rage that Satan had invaded his home, and stormed out of the room. He came back in a few moments later with a shotgun while his children were still dressing. He shot them both, and then himself. Only one of them lived." The Vampire Man? Of course. He didn't die till later. Not until he breathed the Powder. Oh God. He blew the Powder down my throat. Am I dead now Sad Lady? "No, of course not. You might have been for a while, but now you're fine." Am I a ghost? "No. You're Marissa. You're everything he's ever wanted since that day in the country." Oh, Sad Lady, I'm so cold. Why did you make the water so cold? The Sad Lady kisses my forehead. "You need some more Powder." She helps me out of the tub and dries me off with a big fluffy towel from a hotel. She leads me into her bedroom and leaves me standing naked on the floor while she opens the top drawer of her dresser and pulls out a small metal box. She lifts the lid and takes out a handful of the Powder inside. "Take a deep breath." She says. I do and she blows the dust into my face. I look past the Sad Lady and into the mirror on top of the chest of drawers. The Powder makes my face all white. I rub it away but I'm still so pale. A pretty Vampire Lady now; with a pretty white face framed by pretty black hair. "You're beautiful." She says. "What's your name?" You already know my name, Sad Lady. I'm Marissa. "Good." She takes me into her arms and kisses me. Her tongue darts into my mouth and licks my teeth. All she's wearing is a short black dress with a zipper on the back. I undo it and let it fall to the floor. She pushes me gently onto the bed and bites my neck hard. I side my hand beneath her panties and feel her ass. It's not pretty and round like mine. It's tight and narrow, like a young boy's. I roll her over onto her back and pet the hairs between her legs. (Don't touch yourself there, girl. It's a bad place. A bad, wet place.) I put my first two fingers inside her and fuck her with them. She moans softly at first, but screams when she comes; like I do. Shh, Sad Lady. You're going to wake the neighbors. She kisses me again and then runs her tongue down my body till she reaches my pussy. She licks till the hair there is as wet as it was in the tub. Then she explores my insides with her mouth. Tasting, licking, sucking. I've haven't been with a woman since that time with Johnny. I did it for him, then, and I didn't really like it. I like it now though. The Sad Lady takes my clit into her mouth and tongues it until I stiffen and bite my lip. She stops and rests her head on my leg. I taste blood in my mouth. "Sleep now." She says. "I know you must be tired." No. Mostly I'm hungry, even though the Vampire Man said I wouldn't need to eat any more. I never get tired after sex. Not like Johnny did. But I close my eyes anyway and try to take a nap on her big, beautiful, canopy bed. ________________________________________ I was a little girl once. I lived in a flat top house with its own backyard. I had a little orange cat named Fairy that loved me. The man Mama made us call Daddy loved me too. Sometimes I would try to play outside with the other children, but they always called me names. "Crazy girl, crazy girl!" Toby shouts at me, circling me and shooting me with his squirt gun. Leave me alone. I just want to play Barbies with Patty. "Well Patty doesn't like you crazy girl. Hazy, lazy, spacey, crazy girl." Shut up! Why don't you shut up? I yell and yell, but the children never stop teasing. They hate me. Just like Mama. Mama hates me cause I'm always doing bad things. "I just got off the phone with little Mike's Mother you little bitch. She says you were showing your bad place to that boy. That's a bad, evil thing, do you hear me? Evil!" Mama's face gets so red when she's angry; and she puts it so close to mine. Her breath smells like cigarettes. I'm sorry Mama. I didn't want to but he said he'd buy me a candy bar if I did. "Then he's almost as bad as you! Do you know what you're going to be if you keep doing that? A whore! Don't you ever be no whore girl. I'd just die if you was a whore." The man Mama makes us call Daddy is home now. Mama is telling him about all the bad things me and Rory did today. I'm in bed, hugging Fairy close and trying not to listen; but her voice is so loud. Rory is teasing me through the wall. Powder and the Playground "That's a wrap!" the director yelled as the final scene for this episode of 'Pretty Little Liars' was finished filming. This was unlike any other day at the set as the biggest guest star they have, or could ever have, had signed on for a spot. "That was awesome!" Taylor Swift told the director as she walked off of the set. "This has been something I'd been looking forward to for a long time." A fan of the show, Taylor had wanted to be a guest on the ABC Family show for years but anytime that filming had taken place, she was out on tour or promotions. Now that the work had been done on her latest album and all promotional tours were complete, she finally had her opportunity. To no surprise for a star of her magnitude, Taylor was cast as herself in the episode as the 'Liars' spent the night at a concert of hers. She did not have a huge part, nor did she interact on screen with the entire cast but she spend most of her time on air with the character of Spencer, played by the slender twenty-nine year old actress Troian Bellisario. During the filming, the two girls got along very well, laughing and joking around. This was surprise to the rest of the cast as they saw Troian as the complete opposite of Taylor in almost every way. Everyone figured that if Taylor were to get along with anyone, it would've been Lucy Hale since they shared the music profession with one another. "I guess opposites attract," a stagehand said as he watched the two girls walk away talking to each other. As they walked, Taylor invited Troian out for a bite to eat at a nearby restaurant, which was quickly accepted. The blonde invited the brunette to her dressing room to wait for her while she changed into the jeans and hot pink tank top she had arrived to the studio in. Taylor started to head to the bathroom with her clothes when she was stopped. "You don't have to hide out to change, it's not like I haven't seen tits before," Troian commented as she sat down in front of the vanity mirror. Taylor pulled the bright yellow dress down her body, leaving her in only her black panties as she wore no bra. "And a nice pair you have," Troian said as she looked in the mirror at the reflection of a mostly-naked superstar. "Bigger than I thought." "I had them worked on a couple years back, they were way too small," she responded, looking at Troian's relatively flat chest hugged tightly by a black t-shirt. "Not that small is bad." "Ha, don't worry, I like my little boobies," Troian said as she cupped her breasts. "Hey, what is this?" she asked, looking at a white, powdery residue on the table. "Oh that," Taylor said as she looked over after pulling her tank top on. "I, um, guess I can't hide this anymore." "Hide what?" Troian asked. Taylor looked over at the door to make sure it was closed before she pulled her jeans up and walked to her guest. Without saying a word, she held one nostril closed, bent down and snorted the powder while Troian's eyebrows raised. The blonde began to wipe some powder off of her nose before speaking. "I do cocaine," she said. "I've been doing it since I was sixteen." "That's why you're so perky all the time," Troian said. Taylor laughed before she grabbed her purse from the couch and headed towards the door. Troian got up and followed her out of the room. The girls made their way to a vegetarian restaurant, where they sat and ate for a few minutes. They continued to make small talk as they ate but Troian could sense that sitting still was the last thing Taylor wanted to do. While she was no expert on cocaine herself, she knew that it was a drug that made people more energetic. "Do you want to go for a walk in the park?" Troian asked her coked up friend. "Sure," Taylor said as she rose to her feet and started to leave. "Hey, I thought you were paying?" Troian yelled out, stopping Taylor in her tracks. "Sorry," she said as she looked at the bill and left cash. The girls left the restaurant, seeing the sun setting in the distance. Taylor led the way as they arrived at the nearest park once the last bit of sunlight disappeared. Once behind the trees and out of sight from the public eye, Taylor pulled her pink tank top off, tucking it into the back of her jeans. "Whoa Taylor, you can't do that. What if someone sees you?" Troian said, staring at her hard nipples under the light pole. "Don't worry, when I come to L.A. I make sure I get this section of the park closed off for me," she explained. "I did a favor to the head of security." "What kind of favor?" Troian asked, looking at her puzzled. "It has to do with my ass and his penis, you know what I'm saying?" she asked. "Gotcha," Troian responded. "Don't take this the wrong way but you are a lot more, well, slutty might not be the right word but..." "Nope, you're right, I'm a bit slutty," Taylor said, surprising her friend. "I've been Ms. prim and proper for my entire career in public but deep down, this is who Taylor Swift truly is. I like coke and cock, I can't deny it." "Never would've guessed," Troian said as she continued to follow her topless friend through the park. Taylor led Troian up and down every inch of the park. After an hour, they finally decided to take a break and relax at the small playground. The singer sat on the bottom of the slide while the actress climbed atop the monkey bars and lay across them. They both relaxed and stared up at the stars. "Is that a shooting star or am I still high?" Taylor asked pointing up. "Nope, you're still high," Troian said, looking down at her. "Not enough, they should all be moving," she responded while pulling a bag from her pocket. "You want to try it?" "I don't think so, I'm not into drugs," Troian said as she dropped herself onto the sand, unafraid of any granules getting in her denim shorts. "Have you ever done coke before?" the blonde asked, getting a 'no' answer. "If you've never done it, how do you know you don't like it? You only live once Troian." Taylor poured a small amount of the drug on her finger and snorted it while Troian looked on. She thought about the words she had said and could not disagree. How could she say she does not like something without trying it first? "I want to try it," she yelled as Taylor began to put the bag away. "That's my girl," she said as she opened the bag up and poured the drug onto her upper lip. "Come snort it off of me." Troian slowly walked over to her topless friend, drawing her face ever closer to the mustache of coke on her lip. The brunette put a hand on each side of the slide and leaned forward until she was nose to nose with Taylor. She stared into her eyes as she inhaled the drug up her nose. Her eyes went wide as she saw the line disappear from the blonde's smiling face. Once she was done, she kept her face close to Taylor's. "Wow," Troian said as she instantly began to feel the effects set in. "Yeah," the topless superstar said as she lifted her head up and planted a soft, loving kiss on her lips. Troian was shocked at first but immediately slid her tongue between Taylor's lips and began to sensually make out with the girl. Her hands went form the slide to Taylor's ribcage. Slowly, she lowered herself down until their bodies were tightly pressed together. The blonde ran her fingers through Troian's hair, pulling her face closer to hers. She began to push the actress down, allowing her lips to slide down her body. Troian kissed her chin and neck before making it to her chest. With her heart beating out of her chest, Troian allowed her lips to engulf Taylor's hard nipple, softly suckling on it while teasing it with her tongue. Her hand continued to slide down her body, stopping to tease her belly button before reaching for the zipper of her jeans. "You know what you are doing," Taylor commented. "You should talk to Shay Mitchell, she knows what I like to do," she responded while switching to the other nipple. "You aren't the only one with secrets...they don't call us 'Liars' for nothing." Troian unzipped Taylor's jeans and roughly pulled them down. She stuck her hand inside her panties and brushed against her wispy pubic hair before reaching the prize. Her index and middle finger hooked into her pussy and began to massage the inside of her with a gentle aggression. "Shit," Taylor said as she grabbed onto her friend's head, pushing her harder into her chest. Taylor's hands drifted farther down until they gripped Troian's black t-shirt. She quickly pulled the shirt off and tossed into the sand. The brunette looked up at her and smiled before pulling away from her while keeping her hand firmly inside her cunt. With one hand, she pulled her own shorts down, leaving her in only a pair of white cotton panties. She assisted Taylor by pulling her jeans off, one-handed as well. Taylor stood up from the slide to kick the jeans off, still not allowing Troian to release the grip she had on her pussy. The girls walked over to the monkey bars and finally the fingering was finished but was quickly replaced by a new, more exciting activity. After pulling each other's panties off, Taylor jumped up hung from her hands on the monkey bars while Troian climbed up, hooked her boots to the bars and dropped down until her head was dangling just inches away from her blonde friend's moist, warm cunt. She darted her head forward and slid her tongue between the pussy lips, causing a squeal. Taylor did the same to Troian, whose shaven pussy was waiting for its own attention. Both girls moaned loudly as they were thoroughly pleasured by the other girl. It only took a few seconds for Taylor's arms to get shaky, struggling to hold on to the bars. She had to fight to stay up but did not want to pull her mouth away from the juicy pussy in front of her. Troian had a huge smile on her face as her tongue probed Taylor's cunt. She was loving the high volume of liquid that the cunt was producing, much higher than anything Shay Mitchell could do. She figured that it had something to with the cocaine, which she was thoroughly enjoying. Her mind and heart racing felt amazing in every way and she knew that was making her own licking better. She could not believe how hyper-sensitive her clit was. She felt like she could cum buckets at any second. Taylor was also enjoying just how juicy and sweet that the pussy in her mouth was. Unlike Troian, she knew going in that she would be getting a lot of juice inside her mouth. While she had had plenty of sex while high, never had she done it with a girl. Knowing what her own body did when high, she was excited to know that her new friend could experience the best pleasure possible. After the fingering she had received earlier, Taylor was unable to hold on long. Every muscle in her body tensed up and she let out a large spray all over Troian's face. She could hear the brunette giggle from the drenching she received. Again, Taylor struggled to hold on to the bars with her shaky arms but was determined to give an orgasm equal to or stronger than the one that was given to her. The good news for her was that the other girl was ready to cum as well. Taylor watched Troian's knees wobble as she shoved her chin against her clit and moved it side to side, shaking a massive orgasm from the girl. Troian let out a wail as her orgasm ran down her upside-down body. "Shit," Troian purred as her feet let go and she fell to the sand landing on her back. Taylor looked down and watched as Troian's body continued to spasm as if it had not just fallen. The brunette was quick to slap her hand against her vibrating pussy, rubbing out the last few waves of pleasure. "You okay?" Taylor asked as she let go for the bars and landed on her feet. "I'm feeling awesome," Troian whispered while her body finally relaxed. Taylor walked back over to the slide and stared at it. An idea hit her cocaine-fueled mind, causing her to wipe her pussy with her hand and begin to coat the slide in it. Troian watched from the ground, still rubbing herself, wondering what her lover was up to. Once the slide was nice and slick, Taylor walked to Troian and rolled her on her stomach before leading her to the bottom of the slide. "Open your mouth and wait right here," she commanded before climbing the ladder to the top of the slide. Troian watched as Taylor planted her ass on the slide and slid down towards her. Her eyes were locked on her pussy which was quickly approaching. The blonde grabbed the side of the slide to slow down, stopping just as her pussy made contact with the brunette's face, her tongue instantly slithering up her cunt. Both girls started to laugh before Troian stood up. "My turn," she said. Taylor took her place and watched as Troian slid down the slide and, just like she had done, slowed down just in time to get a tongue invasion. The girls continued to take turns for several minutes, laughing hysterically each time. During the last few times, Taylor slid down on her stomach, allowing Troian to tongue her cunt from behind. Once they grew tired of the slide, Taylor dug through her pockets and pulled the bag of cocaine out, pouring a small hill on her finger and snorting it. Afterwards, she lay flat on her stomach in the sand and handed the bag to Troian, who poured a small line across her new favorite blonde's lower back. She snorted the drug before kissing her on each ass cheek. Troian looked over at the swing and hatched an idea. She walked over to the seat and sat down, signaling Taylor over. The singer sat on her lap facing her and wrapping her legs around her waist. As Troian backed up to start the swing, Taylor began to grind her pussy against Troian's stomach. The older brunette gently kissed each of her breasts while they swung in the moonlight. Taylor let her hand drop to Troian's pussy, softly fingering her without slowing her grinding down. Several seconds later, the only sound that could be heard in the empty park was the sensual squeals of orgasm coming from both women. They continued to swing with their lips locked tightly together for nearly an hour before it was time to end the night. "I have to be up early for an appearance," Taylor whispered in her ear as they got off of the swing set. "I'll never forget this night," Troian said as the girls began to dress. The happy couple walked out of the park hand-in-hand before going their separate ways. Taylor went to bed with Troian's pussy residue still on her fingers. She fell asleep with those fingers in her mouth. Troian went to bed with her head still in a rush. She could not sleep due to the combination of her first cocaine experience and the greatest sexual experience she has ever, and in her mind, would ever have. Powder Blue Panties My best friend in the world, save only my husband, was a classmate of mine through all my college years. Outside our major fields, bioengineering and psychology for Nick and myself respectively, we had a lot of the same required classes. We studied together often, and our hobbies overlapped, too. We became "friends with benefits," but no more than that since at the time I was full of feminist philosophy and had no interest in setting my cap for a husband. No, I didn't meet the man who was destined to change my mind about that until after graduation, when Nick and I had gone our separate ways. Still, Nick and I do get together every once and a while, and you'd almost say it was a, "Same Time, Next Year," sort of thing except for two differences: our spouses know about it, and there's a "no touching each other's naughty bits" rule in effect. We've never broken The Rule, though sometimes we've been tempted. And we have finessed it once or twice. This is about one of those times: "I've left a present for you on the counter," he said. "You don't have to do that!" I called out from the shower in his hotel room. I always say that, and he always does it anyway. Our "date" had had us out in the sun most of the day, and we'd each needed a shower. I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub, ready to get myself made up. Tonight we'd scheduled dinner and dancing, and I'd brought nice clothes in anticipation. But I noticed right away that there'd been a change in the pile of clothing I'd left for myself. The sturdy white cotton panties I'd set there had been replaced with satin – powder blue satin panties. I raised my voice so he could hear me in the main part of the room. "I half remember you saying years ago that powder blue panties were the sexiest kind," I said archly. "You probably did," he replied, "because that is my opinion. Those are the sexiest panties in the world." I took that for rhetorical at the time. I stuck my head around the corner. "They look like they'll fit perfectly," I said. "A girl should have some secrets, but you even know what size panties I wear." He only smiled mysteriously. "Well, I'll wear them, then, and it will be our secret." I pulled my head back and slipped the new panties on. The fabric was wondrously soft and smooth against my skin, though not particularly sheer. I finished dressing, ending with a white lace blouse, black wool skirt and black pumps. I reapplied my eye shadow and lipstick. I went back out into the main room, and he'd changed into a charcoal gray suit and burgundy tie. "You look beautiful," he said, appreciating me with his eyes. "You'd say that and somehow manage to make me believe it even if I'd come out in rags," I challenged. "That's because it would still be true," he replied simply. I blushed and then stepped into his arms for a hug. "You're very elegant yourself," I asserted. "I bought these clothes in order to make an appearance before the Board of Patent Appeals to argue a point of patent law about one of my biotech inventions," he said. We hugged, then I picked up my purse and we made ready to go. As we were just about to step into the hall, his eyes got a twinkle. "I guess you could say that it's my "law suit." I groaned appreciatively at his pun, and we headed for the elevators. We took a taxi to an elegant supper club. During the ride I seemed to feel unusually kittenish for some reason. I laid my head on his shoulder. When we arrived at the club we were seated without delay. We held hands across the table while we waited for our drinks to arrive. "It's nice of you to take me out like this," I said. "I feel good," I said suddenly. "Happy and...aroused." I grinned slyly. "Maybe it's because I'm wearing the sexiest panties in the world." "That's probably it," he agreed, and he gave me a naughty wink. Then my brows knitted slightly. I did feel something between my thighs. Just a wisp of sensation at the least level of perception. I realized all of a moment that I had been feeling something for some time now, but it had been below the level of conscious notice until now. I assessed myself, and discovered that the pink pearl of my clitoris had become swollen in its tiny way. I was being sexually aroused somehow, so gently and delicately I hadn't detected it even though I was well along the path now. I was getting wet inside, and sensed I'd soon be wetter. "Wait a minute!" I exclaimed. "It is the panties!" "Yes, dear," he said complacently. "They'll be damp soon, you know that," I warned. "No trouble. The neural induction network's fibers are completely insulated." "The neural ind...!" I burst out loud. Then I remembered we were in public and I continued in a hissing whisper, "Just exactly what am I wearing in this public restaurant!?" "The sexiest panties in the world." He was grinning openly now. "You said it would be our secret that you were wearing them." "I meant it would be our secret how big they are, not that they're feeling me up!" "Oh! Sorry about the misunderstanding," he said with a vast insincerity. "Well, I'm hoping it will make for a memorable evening for you, and I also am hoping to learn something." He was smiling in his most winning way, trying to coax me into following along with his plan rather than slipping off to the ladies' room and ending the experiment by taking them off. "And what is that?" "Without stalling ... so that you're always moving towards the goal at least a little ... how slowly can a woman be lifted to orgasm. And how does she feel when she gets there after such a ride?" He reached out with his hands to hold mine across the table, and said conspiratorially, "Aren't you curious about that?" What woman wouldn't be! "Yes, I'm curious," I admitted, letting a little smile show. "Trust you to find a way to finesse The Rule!" The waitress arrived just then. I sipped my wine and selected an appetizer. It was arousing in its own way, I realized, just to know what neither she nor the other diners knew, that I was being seduced by my friend and being masturbated by my powder blue panties right there in front of them. That sometime during the evening I was going to come. I realized suddenly that I'd accepted that outcome, that I was looking forward to it. But all I said out loud was, "I'll have the baked brie in lingonberry sauce to start, please." "And I'll have pate d'campagne," Nick announced. I focused for a moment to learn more of the nature of the sensations between my thighs. The stimulation was a little more definite now, and I could feel slight sensation everywhere from my mons back to within the cleft of my bottom. The invisible force the panties radiated reached into all my hidden places, back into the places concealed by the lips of my vulva, falling most heavily upon my clitoris itself. The little hood that usually protects it from sight had no power to shield it from the panties' compelling magic. It wasn't like being touched by fingertip nor by vibrator. It wasn't like being touched by anything. "Induction" was the right word for it: the panties induced pleasure directly. As the evening proceeded, and we had our entree and then dessert, my friend and I held hands and talked. Sometimes we talked about what was happening to me, sometimes about other things. The amount of stimulation that was being dispensed to me under my skirt was not the same at all times. It became sometimes more and sometimes less. I realized, and he confirmed, that it was programmed to deliver whatever it took to keep me from backsliding. If something distracted me, the intensity of the stimulation advanced so that I would continue to slowly become more aroused. If I slipped into fantasy or squeezed my thighs together to create friction, the intensity diminished so that once again I was advancing towards climax at a slow but inexorable pace. By the time I was tasting the last bit of a dessert called "Death by Chocolate" I was wondering if I was at any risk of "Death by Erotic Tease." It had been two hours or more since I'd put the panties on, and my level of excitement had been increasing moment by moment, always up, never down, but so slowly. I wanted to come! I wanted to come so badly now that I was just about ready to hike up my skirt and rub myself off and who cares who can see me! I was trembling and breathing in shallow gasps, when my friend's voice penetrated my awareness. "May I have this dance?" The orchestra had by this time set up, and had been playing music for slow dancing. There were quite a few couples on the dance floor, and I let myself be guided to join them. Or rather, standing in the midst of the couples who were dancing, my friend and I began making love. Why not call it what it was? What difference does it make that we were clothed and standing up? We held each other close, we moved rhythmically, I drifted closer towards my climax – it was making love. The first song ended, and we paused briefly. I held onto him on the dance floor as we waited, my arms over his shoulders, my eyes wet. I wept silently, firstly for the agony of frustration that I was in, and secondly for the ecstasy of being held and loved. The orchestra began a new song, and we began making love again. He guided our motion towards a hidden part of the dance floor, shielded by some potted palm trees. "Please, now ... Please!" I begged in a tiny voice. But the microchip that controlled my fate didn't have ears to hear. Heartlessly, it metered out stimulation to me according to its program and no faster. I clung to my friend and endured as we danced slowly. On a silicon chip, binary digits flickered through the system: 99.97% of orgasm intensity ... 99.98% ... 99.99% ... 100% ... call subroutine prolong_climax; while coming_now = true, do ... And then I was coming! All the boulders of sexual tension the slow teasing had so carefully piled on me were let loose in an avalanche. My knees buckled, but I was supported by his strong arms. I clung and sobbed at the intensity of the pleasure and the relief. But if the panties had been implacable in their patience and subtlety before, now they were implacable in their insistence and blatant power. They measured and analyzed the pleasuring waves my nervous system was creating for me, then matched frequencies and pulsed pleasure induction in perfect synchrony. The effect was as if the powder blue panties screamed KEEP COMING! at my clitoris. Helplessly, it obeyed. Thus buttressed, my orgasm reflex went on and on. For four times, maybe five times longer than any normal orgasm I'd had before, my climax spread its waves of pleasure and muscle contraction and release through me. My friend continued to hold me tightly, supporting me upright and just let me feel the power my coming undiluted. At long last, my poor overworked nervous system played itself out, and the panties gave up their attempt to prolong the climax. They shifted to yet another part of their program, which gave slow, almost soothing stimulation for a little bit. My friend and I rested our heads on each other's shoulders for a just a bit, then raised them together as the orchestra finished its song and its set and there was a bit of applause for them. We made our way back to our table. Once we were seated, the waitress appeared with the check. She said, "Would you like anything more?" We just giggled. When she'd left, I whispered, "Just one speck more and I'd never have survived it!" While we'd managed not to be noticed for what we'd done at the time, people afterwards had given us funny looks, and it wasn't hard to guess why. The magic panties had switched themselves off, but were still completely soaked with my juices; the scent of female in heat followed me in a cloud. In the elevator in the hotel, I joked about it. "I need to wash a bit and swap out for my white cotton granny panties," here I switched to Ricky Ricardo's accent, "or I'll have some 'splainin' to do." He reached into his pocket and surrendered my mundane undergarment. "It's too bad I never took up your trade." I added. I'd analyze my scent and see if I could isolate something that would make you desire me forever." He smiled at me and said, "That's one invention you'll never need." Powder "Nyah, nyah, you're gonna get a whippin, you're gonna get a whippin, Crazy Girl." No. Daddy loves me. He won't whip me. "Will too, will too. He hates you; and Mama's real mad. Maybe he's gonna come kill you." Maybe. Maybe I deserve it. Maybe he's gonna come kill me like the Preacher killed the Vampire Man. Rory touches my shoulder. He's in bed with me now, his little ten year old penis is hard. Mama is still yelling in the living room. "Wanna fuck, Crazy Girl?" Rory asks me. No. Now be quiet before the Preacher comes to kill us. I shove his head under the covers to hide him. He goes down and starts to lick my bad place. I let him because it feels so good. I'm so bad. I didn't even tell Mama the worst part; that I let Little Mike touch my bad place. I think of my shiny silver dollar and about all I'm gonna buy with it. A candy bar and a soda, maybe even a comic book; even though I don't like them, not really. "Honestly Eva," I hear Daddy say. "you know what the Doctor said about that girl. You know she has problems." "Doctor?" Mama screams, "Doctor? I don't care about no Doctors! Look at this damn bible Mister! Look at it!" Rory is making the screaming build up inside me. If it gets out Mama will hear and she'll come kill us. Mama and the Preacher. "They hate you." Rory says from between my legs. "They hate you cause you're bad. But I'll love you. I'll love you if you fuck me." He will. Everybody loves me if I let them inside me. Little Mike, Uncle Phil, Johnny... Johnny loves me when I'm sixteen. He takes me to the carnival. Johnny loves me when I'm eighteen and I move with him to the city. Mama doesn't want me to move. I don't care Mama. I'm going. Johnny loves me and you don't. I'm taking Fairy and going. I reach to get my cat off the floor but Mama grabs him first. Gimmie my cat Mama! "Oh, no, you Devil Child. This cat is staying right here!" Mama takes Fairy by his tail and swings him into the kitchen counter. His head bounces off the corner and blood from his nose sprays on the wall. She drops him on the floor and I kneel to pick him up. His head's broke. One eye is bulging out. Why did you kill Fairy, Mama? I didn't deserve that! "It was for your own good, child. You would have done the same thing if you were me." No! I won't never kill nobody's cat! I won't never kill nothin! I run all the way to Johnny's house. I never see Mama again. Johnny loves me the first year we live together. He tells me that all those other girls don't mean anything to him. He tells me that I'm the only one for him. But when we're in the alley together and I tell him about the baby growing inside me he gets as bad as Mama. He tells me to kill the baby before it's even born. "Don't you say no to me, you bitch!" He screams. "You don't have enough sense to have no baby!" Oh, but Johnny I want it so much. I want a little baby that loves me just like I love you. I want a little baby that loves me just because I'm me. I won't kill it, Johnny. I won't never kill nothin. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about! You're crazy! You'd have little crazy kids! Look, you fucking cunt, it's either me or that damn kid! I'll leave this time I mean it!" That's okay Johnny, I don't love you anymore. You want me to kill something. You say mean things and you aren't cute with little tiny baby fingers. You go away. "You bitch! I'll show you to talk like that to me! I'll show you what you can do with a baby!" Let go Johnny! Please don't hit me like that. It hurts so bad. Stop it! I can't breathe. My legs feel wet. I look down at the pool of blood forming at my feet. That's our baby there, Johnny. There on the sidewalk. I wish you let me wear panties. Maybe if I was wearing panties they would have held the baby in. Wait, don't leave me here! See, I don't have a baby anymore! I'll forgive you! Oh God, it hurts so bad... The Doctor Lady wants to take my pain away. She puts a needle in my arm and pumps me full of stuff that makes me forget about Johnny, and Mama, and dead fairies and babies on the sidewalk. It's liquid mercy, and it makes me happy. I go to sleep. The nurse man is in the room. The one who always wipes his nose with his hand. "You sure are pretty." He says. I am. I'm Mama's pretty girl. Do you want to fuck me, Nurse Man? I'll let you, even though my ribs are all broke. All you have to do is get me some more of the happy stuff in the needle. The Doctor Lady hasn't been giving me enough lately. Will you do that for me? The Nurse Man nods. I leave the hospital today. No more happy stuff for me... I never really needed it anyway. Oh, Jerome, I need some stuff to make me happy again. "Sure baby, I have some stuff like that. It's expensive, though." Expensive? I don't have much money. Jobs are hard to find. "Hey, I know. You don't have to cry to me. I got your stuff right here. Tell me somethin though; do you like snakes?" Jerome laughs. He always laughs when he shows me his snake. Snakes... Shakes. ________________________________________ Someone is shaking me. It's the Vampire Man. I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight. The Sad Lady is gone. I'm so glad you didn't go away forever, Vampire Man. I'm glad you didn't leave me all alone like Johnny did. When I'm alone I remember things. I hate to remember. "I'll never leave you again, Marissa." He says. He loves me because he loved Marissa. I love him because Marissa loved him too. I am Marissa now. Does that make you happy, Vampire Man? "Yes. Come with me, my sister. I want you to meet our family." I already met our pretty blond sister. She licked my pussy for me. Does that make you jealous? "No. All I want is for you to be happy." Oh, I love you my brother; my Vampire Man. He waits for me to dress and then he takes me down the hall and the old stairs. He leads me to the ground floor and to an elevator shaft with no elevator in it. I can't see the bottom in the dim light of the lanterns that are all around, but the Vampire Man tells me to crawl down the ladder on its side. I do. I want to meet my new family. I go down for a long way, but I start to see light beneath me after just a little while. When I get to the bottom of the ladder I'm still not on the ground. Strong hands help me so that I don't fall. I'm in a big room, like a basement, but with parachutes tied to the ceiling, and torches mounted on the walls, far below them. The room smells like sweat and burning wood. There are a lot of people down here, maybe as many as twenty. They all have pale, vampire faces, even though not all of them are white like my brother and I. The Grey Lady is down here; and so is the Sad Lady. She smiles a sad smile at me. Where is the Vampire Man? I look for him. He drops from the ladder I came down and lands in a crouch. He's so beautiful, cat like and pale. The man who helped me down looks like an exotic model. He is tall and dark and muscular, with his hair in tiny braids that go down to his waist. Strings of beads are fastened to the bottom of them so he sounds like a rattlesnake when he moves. Just looking at him makes me feel my bad place getting warm. He and the Vampire Man lead me into the middle of all the other pale people. A lot of them reach out and touch me as I go by. Some just brush my arms, but some feel my breasts over my shirt, or my ass over my jeans. All of them seem like they've been waiting for me for some time. The people stand aside and reveal a large, round tub with steam spilling over the sides. I already had a bath today, Vampire Man. The Sad Lady gave it to me. "This bath is special." He says. "It washes away your past and brings you into our family. Do you want that?" Yes. More than anything. You know that. The Strong man stands behind me and tears the back of my shirt so that it falls off me. The Vampire Man gently helps me out of my pants and underwear. The Strong Man lifts me up like he's rescuing me from something. You don't need to save me, Strong Man. I'm with my new family. He carries me up the steps that lead to the tub. He lowers me into the too hot water. Goose bumps rise on skin from the shock. The water doesn't burn, but it makes me feel all prickly. All the pale people cheer, and start stamping their feet on the ground; making it into a big bass drum. The rhythm's hypnotic. The Strong Man begins to dance like a charmed snake. He writhes his way out of his clothes and steps into the tub with me. His cock is so big it looks like it would hurt to have it in me, but I want to feel it so bad. An Indian man and a woman with fiery red hair climb the steps carrying a big, shallow bowl filled with Powder between them. When they get to the top they pour it into the tub. Thick white smoke rises up and covers the strong man and I in a mist. The fog spills over the edge of the tub and drifts down to all the people who continue their rhythmatic pounding. The water and the heat and the Powder make me dizzy. The Strong Man gets to me, spins me around, and enters me from behind. I have to open my legs wide to get him in me, and I can feel the tip of his cock brushing against my womb. God, it feels so good to have you fuck me all the way to my baby making place, Strong Man. (I don't think she'll ever have children... not after what that bastard did to her.) My family is watching the Strong Man take me. It is exciting them. They like watching my face change shape as he moves in and out of me. The Grey Lady is kissing the Vampire Man's neck. Her hand slides around and squeezes the erection growing in his pants. The Sad Lady is kissing an oriental woman. I can see their tongues touching. Everyone is forming small groups; twosomes, threesomes, they are all watching me, and at the same time, taking their pleasure from each other. A woman takes off her shirt. The Vampire Man's pants fall to the ground. The Strong Man bites my shoulder. I feel his eyeteeth pierce my skin. He pushes into me hard. Yes, Strong Man, hard like that. "The Powder made all this." He hisses into my ear. How? "It makes us feel like this, like we're in a dream. It makes us what we are. It keeps us alive so we must always have it." He pushes deep into me. He makes a noise that I think means I'm pleasing him, but it sounds more like a growl. Where do we get the Powder? Where do we buy it? "We make it. Its recipe is simple." He moans loudly. What is the recipe? "One part mandrake, two parts clay tablets, painted with the old writing." Don't slow down Strong Man. You feel so good inside me. Faster, please faster. The screaming is getting so close. "Listen," he says, "The most important part is the bone." The Sad Lady and the Oriental woman are rubbing their pussies together. The Grey Lady has the Vampire man deep inside her mouth. A bead of sweat rolls down his cheek; or maybe a tear. (Sweat and tears, girl, that's the only way you get anything in this world.) "You have to help us get the bone." The Strong Man says. I picture the Vampire Man and I wandering through a graveyard, digging up old bones, watching out for ghosts; but even this can't stop the screaming inside me. I erupt in orgasm, as the Strong Man fucks me hard and fast. My shriek makes everyone turn to look at me. Someone laughs quietly. My vision blurs. I feel like I did the first time I took the Powder. I'll help you get the old bones. I like the Powder. "No," Says the Strong Man, as he continues to move inside me. "The bone must be fresh. We must kill to get it. You must kill to get it. It takes me a moment to really hear his words. Suddenly I can see Fairy, with his broke head and his bulging eye, floating towards me in the tub. I scream and pull away from the Strong Man. He grabs me and turns me around to face him, and then forces himself back between my legs; forces his cock back into me. He starts fucking me hard again. I claw at him, and leave lines of blood across his chest, but he doesn't stop. He hisses like a snake. His eyes are snake's eyes, golden, slit pupiled cobra's eyes. I try to push him away but he's too strong. I can't stop him. "I'm going to come into you!" He shouts. "You will be one of us! You struggle, but I can feel your cunt clutching at me! You want this! You want me to fuck you!" suddenly he arcs his back and roars. I feel his cum spray into my womb. I hear the moans of my family as they please each other. The room spins so fast. Make it stop, Vampire Man. Why didn't you save me? I didn't want him to fuck me, not really. Oh, Mama, I'm so sorry. Sometimes it feels so good. Everything goes dark. The Strong Man lays against me. He's softening inside me, but he hasn't stopped moving completely. "You screamed when you came." I hear him say from far away. "You like me being inside you. You'll want me to fuck you again. You'll help us get what we need." No. I won't never kill nobody. Never. Just watch, Strong man, just you watch. ________________________________________ There's a crack in the sidewalk by my toe. Hurtful white light from the passing cars flows along the street like iridescent liquid. It fills the crack and moves on. It leaves me in the soft, pretty light of the signs. Their candy-apple glow makes me feel like I've come home. I left the old Vampire Building the night after the one the Strong Man took me in the tub. The day after that my body started to die. At first I hid. The Vampire Man found me. He begged me to come back. He said he couldn't bear to loose me again. I told him I'd find something to make it so I didn't hurt anymore. All I needed was to have Jerome give me one more fix. Jerome pulls up in his curvy car. He opens the door and I climb in. "Hey baby," He says. "Jerome's here. I got what you need." He holds up a bag of the happy stuff. "You look like you need this pretty bad. You're all pale. Maybe we should increase your dosage, huh?" I take the baggie from him and smile. No, that's okay, Jerome. As a matter of fact, I won't be seeing you anymore. "What? What do you mean by that?" Jerome's door flies open and the Strong Man pulls him out of the car. Jerome reaches for his gun on the way out, but I push it away from his hand. The Strong Man pulls Jerome into the alley I'd had him hide in before the curvy car pulled up. "What the fuck?" Jerome is yelling. "What the hell is going on?" The strong Man lets Jerome go for a second, but grabs him again when he tries to lunge for me. Jerome tries to fight, but my brother is too strong for him. He flings him up against the wall like he weighed less than a child. "Hey, what is this, huh?" Jerome asks more quietly. "What's up, baby? C'mon, you still need me. Where else are you gonna get the stuff that makes you happy? Damn it, you still need me!" What a silly thing to say, Jerome. Of course I still need you. I need you so that I can make the Powder.