Come in
Rachelle lived in a small house alone, about 2 miles away. Since
it was still early fall, I walked. Along the way, I drifted off
into memories of our mutual past, oblivious to my surroundings.
Turning the last corner, her modest three rented house sat there.
Before making it to the first step, the door swung open, and Rachelle
stood there, dressed casually, 5′6″, in all her beauty.
“Well are you going to come in?”
“Sure, ah, just admiring the picture you make.”
She closed the door behind me, grabbing my hand and leading me
to her bedroom. Plopping down on her bed, I pulled out the object
of her immediate desire.
My brother and I started growing pot about when we started college,
a dual major of sorts. Though never actually sold any, we did
learn agriculture and hydroponics.
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