I told her how old I was and compared notes with her on high-school now and a few years ago. ass porn Fortunately I had swept up a couple days ago, so it wasn’t too dusty. That bench is right by the Galvaneyes, which has the junky retro-fashions that a lot of female teens go for, and a half-block from the Salvation Army store which has a lot more and cheaper, though fewer teens go there. She was plainly a little reluctant, maybe a bit because she didn’t know me, maybe a little more because she wasn’t sure how much older than her I was. Anyway we talked until the next bus was almost due, and then I asked her: “When are you supposed to be home?”
The defenses visibly came back up as she asked me: “What do you want to know for?” “Well, if you have the time, I’ve got a place near here with some good hash we could use,” I replied. (Indeed, it did, but we couldn’t see it.)
Cynthia looked around my apartment a little nervously while I got the drug and pipe out.
