Now it’s just me. Home alone.I draw a bubble bath. Lavender and vanilla scented steam fills the room as I light candles. I lower myself into the foa...ming tub, balancing a glass of sweet wine in one hand. I linger, enjoying my wine, sipping the syrupy liquor and holding it briefly on my tongue before swallowing. When I finish my drink, I set the long-stemmed glass aside and relax more deeply into the hot water.When the bubbles start to dissipate and the bath starts to cool, I shave my legs and my. It was hard life for women especially women during those days. They had to depend on men or warriors to hunt the food. Women mainly cooked, bore child, gather some fruits or tubers from nearby places, and cleaned up the hunted animals.Men had the privilege to choose his mate. Once a boy turned eighteen, he would select a mate and paid a demanded price. The woman he chose could be another man’s mate or daughter. He could ask permission from the man. He would be rejected or demanded a price in. I really need this. I could die if I don’t get released from this pressure.”Dukey backed up a couple of feet and shouted, “No way now how. It’s not going to happen. You’re my best friend and besides I’m not into dudes.”“But I’m not a dude. We’ll not at the moment. Even you said before that I was a hot looking woman.” shot back Joni.“That’s beside the point. When you turn back into a guy this would be very awkward for the both of us if we go through with thi ... Uh what are you doing?” said. But he was horny. I wanted morethan anything to help him out with his problem.Time to step up to the plate. I stood outside his stall and unzipped. Mylimp white dick flopped out and I jerked on it. No reaction. I looked overat the black man in the felt hat, and he was smirking. While I watched hetook out a crack pipe and took a hit. I could hardly be judgmental. Imyself was high on meth, had several beers in me and a bottle of popper inmy pocket. I preferred meth to crack because it lasted.