Light it up. Smoke the crack," Chrissie said.And with that, Samantha flicked the lighter and took her first hit ofcrack. It felt magical.As Samantha... took hit after hit from the crack pipe, Chrissie whisperedinto her ear... "You love crack. You are addicted to crack. You mustsmoke it all the time. You'll do anything to get it. It is painfulwhen you are not high. Cocaine and crack. You love them. You love tosnort coke and smoke crack. It doesn't matter what it does to you oryour career.. He came about a half hour later wrapped in a cloth. We was wet and looked beautiful. "I dare you to do it," Holly goaded me all during that period while Nick was showering."I dare you to pull his towel off." I waited like a predator for its prey. When he finally came out I started walking by him and pretended to trip, reaching out and clutching the towel. It fell away easily and we were treated his total naked body. We expected the moment to be fleeting as he would quickly grab the towel to. “Thanks, ma,” Coree exclaimed.“Now,” Rochelle thought. “If I walk into your rooms and bathroom, will i be pleased or displeased.”“”Give us a thirty, ma. And, you’ll be pleased,” Coree negotiated.“We’ll see,” she agreed reluctantly. “I’m gonna start dinner.”The boys scurried off to their cleaning. Rochelle pulled out the frozen beef merlot skillet meal she’d ordered from Schwan’s home delivery service. She followed the directions to heat up the dish containing roasted potatoes, carrots, onions,. The door was bare except for the name of the doctor, Dr. Randall Walters, MD. Marcia double-checked the paper with the name on the door and stepped in. The waiting room was small, with only a couple chairs and a coffee table. Back issues of National Geographic and Women’s Day were scattered across the table. A small window rested in the wall directly across from the door and Marcia walked up to it. There didn’t appear to be anybody there. She looked around the counter and saw one of those.