Candy's Night Visit

Candy came into my room at 4am Sunday morning, pantiless, wrapped in a huge swath of material, which despite it voluminous proportions, it didn't manage to cover her snatch.

"Babe," I said. "You haven't quite got your kagool fitted properly."

Candy looked down. "Hon, it needs air."

"I'm sorry..." I thought the rules were known. I thought the rules were agreed to.

"Your brother with his god like cock, has been filling that over and over again for the last half an hour, she needs to breath, trust me. Shove over."

"What time is it?"

"I have a joint."

"Why didn't you say sooner." I’m cheap, I have never denied it.

I sat up in bed shirtless, and Candy sat next to me, in whatever it she was trying to be. She pulled the joint out of somewhere. "Got a light?"

I had a lighter on the bedside table.

Candy lay back. "I am so relaxed."

"Shut up."

"Your brother, your brother, your brother," she said. "Who I can guarantee you is now fast asleep."

I sucked on the joint. Smoke filled the room. “I don’t want to hear.” Give me five pipes and an unending supply of porn and ask me again. Go on. I dare you.

“He snores,” Candy said.

“So do I,” I said.

“You’re not asleep,” said Candy. She was quicker than me. She was often quicker than me. Sharp.

We both wound down visibly. It was like I was watching myself. In the mirror, so to speak. But, I was next to the mirror. I could watch Candy’s head droop in real time, as though we were both being winched down, from up above, at exactly the same time, as the THC penetrated our brain cells.