I haven’t done heroin, or any other drug, in five years, starting on that day. So now I’m 35. I’m well-off, I’m sober, I’ve got a huge back-...log of awful and awesome memories, and I’ve got a girlfriend I would kill for. I’m not self-destructive in any drug-related way. But there’s one way in which my mind continues to try and ruin my life. I cannot stop thinking about sleeping other women. I told you, I’m disciplined, and I never act on these feelings. But “these feelings” are more like “that. "What are you waiting for?" she demands.I silence her with a finger on her lips and wait for the clock. It chimes once, twice, twelve times in all. I give the confused girl my winningest smile. "Happy Birthday, Roxanne. Welcome to the age of consent."As I lower my head, Roxy pushes against the couch and raises her hips, now almost vertical in the effort to expedite my touch. I hold her hips steady and spread the hot meat of her thighs. She shivers at the feel of my spicy breath as I examine. Taken by surprise, Tony bowed slightly, and taking her gloved hand he kissed it. She blushed slightly, and turning towards the silent group of officers who were close enough to be watching and listening to the conversation. "For your information gentlemen Herr Nash won the Victoria Cross, for his bravery in saving lives, by defusing a mine lodged on the casing of the boat he commanded, not for taking lives, as our desk bound hero here has suggested. He has also spent a large part of his life. Live his dream, or her dream, withher dream guy, but do something to get the fortune, too. After all, it'shis inheritance." He worked his basketballs into the front of the loosegarment. "I know! You said the cousin looked like his father, right? Sowouldn't the lawyers expect the son to look like the father? The cousinshows up at the lawyers on the son's eighteenth birthday claiming to behim, and the lawyers sign everything over to him. They didn't havefingerprinting back then, so who's to say.