Getting her fix (closed)

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Katherine (kate) Johnson
20 years old
Blonde hair just past her shoulders
Icy blue eyes
5’5, 115 lbs, 34 b

For as long as she could remember, Kate’s family consisted just of her mother and herself. Her dad had left just a few months after she was born, leaving her mother to work two full time jobs for most of her life. Kate was alone most nights and went out with older kids from her neighborhood, and started drinking and smoking early, before getting involved in harder things, as well as slowly developing an eating disorder, forcing herself to purge, and not eat, to prove to herself she still had control over herself.

She found someone through a friend who could supply her with high quality goods, whenever she needed them. Unfortunately for Kate, she didn’t know he’d gotten into trouble with the law, and was promised no jail time if he helped the cops, and turned in his customers. Her dealer turned narc had been reporting to the police what she’d been getting from him for a month, before she was finally busted buying a big stash for her and a friend. Her sentence, because she was so young, was that she would be placed into a treatment facility to help her beat her addictions, and eating disorder, which meant no specific time was placed on her release.

Kate looked out the window as the court appointed guardian pulled under the awning of the rehab clinic. She got out of the car, and took her bas from the back seat of the car before walking through the doors. Her eyes focused on the linoleum floor of the entry way as her appointed guardian registered her at the desk.

She looked up as she felt an orderly tugging at the bags she held in her hand, and she looked at the woman standing in front of herself and the guardian. “We need to search through your belongings to make sure you aren’t bringing anything illegal into the facility” She explained as they took her bags away. “They’ll be returned to your room shortly” the woman assured. The court appointed guardian, assured she was fully registered, said goodbye to Kate, and left as Kate was ushered down the hallway. She pulled her sweater around her more as she heard the cries of patients in some rooms.

The woman showed Kate her new room, the cold grey color of the walls, the bed against the wall. She looked around the room, the barred window and the dresser against the opposite wall. She closed her eyes for a minute, feeling her last hit of cocaine and her last joint starting to slowly wear off. She’d done them right before her ride arrived, knowing that it would be the last time for a long time she’d have a hit of anything. The woman spoke to Kate, pulling her back to the present as she introduced herself as Linda, and then told Kate that it was almost time for her first group session.

“I, I don’t think I’m ready for that yet” Kate said, walking to the window and looking out at the grey November sky. Fitting, she thought for where she was, and how she knew she’d feel soon.

“Don’t worry” Linda told her “You don’t have to say anything at your meeting today, it’s just for observing what happens. You’ll go to the group meeting, and then have a one on one with your counselor who will work with you through your addictions, as well as a meeting with your eating disorder counselor and nutritionist this evening.” For what her job was, Linda was far too happy of a woman, smiling as she spoke about the gruesome schedule of Kate’s day.

She walked with Linda to the group meeting, and sat down at the end of a beaten up looking couch. “The rest of the group will arrive in a moment or two, try to relax a little bit, get comfortable” she suggested as she turned to leave.
Kate sat with her head against the back of the couch, closing her eyes dreading what her life would be like today, and for the length of her stay here.

 

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The kids started filing in, alone and in pairs. They were a sorry sight. The smell of cigarette smoke preceded them, usually. They were a nervous, twitchy lot. Most of them looked like they'd had too much coffee that morning; most of them probably had. At least enough coffee could give you some kind of high.

The doctor who led the group session entered through a different door, and was looking around the room and back at her clipboard, when the last of the kids hurried into the commons room to join them. He was almost six feet tall. He had long brown hair. He clearly hadn't shaved in days and days, if not weeks. He couldn't have been more than twenty, that if he was lucky; hell, he could have still been in high school, it was hard to say. He had a world-weary look to him, like he'd seen more than he should have in his youth. He was skinny, too, even though he tried to hide that fact under big baggy clothing. His eyes were on the floor for the most part as he made his way towards the seat he liked.

He sat down on the sofa on the opposite side of the new blonde girl and only then noticed that she was there.

"Uhh, hi," he said. "I'm Tommy O'Brien." His eyes were brown like dark chocolate. He tried his best to smile, but it was hard.

She was about to reply when the doctor called everyone around. A wide variety of seats and chairs were dragged around, noisy on the linoleum floor.

A circle was made which included the couch they were sitting on. They all went around and said their first names. Then came some sharing time. At least a few of the kids in the circle understood that if nobody at least started talking about something, they'd have to play some kind of stupid game.

One girl was in here because she got caught with a variety of drugs when she got pulled over for speeding one night.

There was the guy who was selling steroids to his high school football team so he could get money for LSD and ecstasy and lots of cocaine.

Heroin.

Heroin.

Heroin.

God damn, the moral of fucking rock n roll, Tommy thought to himself. Don't do fucking heroin. The shit will kill you.

Tommy'd been here two days so far, and he hadn't been able to really say much of anything in these meetings yet. He felt the others looking at him. He took a deep breath.

"So... when I was a kid, and I mean, 13 years old, I ran away from home. For the last time. I knew it had to be, because if I got caught and they dragged me back home again, the old man would kill me. He promised. He didn't want me to come back, either. So I actually had a ticket this time. That bus took me clear across the country. Took almost two weeks.

"I ran out of money pretty quick. Got busted for pickpocketing. Got busted for stealing. Fell in with the wrong crowd. Sure they took care of me, and we all took care of each other, but some of them were just not good people.

"There were drugs, and the days were long and we were outlaws anyway. I was easily hooked. Hell, I like it all.

"I got caught and figured out, eventually. They sent me back home. Me and the old man had a hell of a fight, but I was big enough by then to stand up to him.

"And I'm here with you all today in this wonderful clinic because a month ago, I nearly died from an overdose of a whole mess of shit, partying too hard in a nightclub. The worst of it was that I was driving my car all fucked up like that, and I put a couple of people in the hospital in the accident.

"So I want to get clean and get my life back on track."

 

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Kate watched as everyone else started entering the room. Most of them sat down in individual chairs, their eyes locks on the floor. She looked at the ground as the doctor walked in and sat in a chair at the head of the circle, and didn’t notice at first when someone sat down with her on the couch.

She looked at him as he introduced himself to her, telling her his name was Tommy O’Brein. He was thin, and tall, with shaggy dark hair. She looked over at him, as he shook his hair from his deep brown eyes. She couldn’t tell how old he was, he could be 18, or he could have been ten years older. Kate opened her mouth to respond, and introduce herself, but the doctor called for attention for the meeting to begin. She looked at his clothes that were far too big for his thin frame, but then again so were hers.

Kate cringed as the others dragged the metal legged chairs across the floor, forming a circle as the doctor started talking to them. She said her name, Kate as they went around the circle, but didn’t share anything.

She shifted, bringing her feet under her on the couch and pulled her sweater tighter around her as she heard Tommy start to talk. She looked at him as he shared his story. It was similar to hers, she hadn’t run away, but she stayed out with friends for a week at a time, and her mom eventually stopped trying to control her. She looked at him as he continued his story, about how he’d put some people in the hospital when he drove while completely messed up. He’d turned himself in willingly, his choice to come here. She wondered why she couldn’t have done this voluntarily? Why it had to get as bad as it did. Yet even as she thought about this, she started thinking about how much she needed something, needed a fix of just about anything right now.

She sat against the back of the couch for the rest of the meeting, listening on and off to the stories her peers shared about how they messed up their lives, and wound up here, they all sounded somewhat similar and they all looked similar, drained, and pale, like she felt when she was checked in this morning, like she felt now.

 

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Tommy sat back in the sofa, not really listening to the kids who spoke after him. He hadn't expected everything to come out all like that, but once it had started he couldn't stop it, he just had to let as much as he could out. There was more in there. He was starting to realize that maybe there was hope for him to beat some demons.

He sniffed, squeezed his eyes shut. Did he really want to get clean? They'd been good to him until recently; it was his own fault for going overboard and getting so out of control like that.

His attention shifted back to the blonde-haired, blue-eyed waif sitting across the sofa from him. She was attractive, maybe a little older than he was. She hadn't said what she was here for, but he could tell right away coke was at least part of the reason.

Group-time was over. Now they had to a bit of free time before dinner, but there would be a one-on-one counseling session for each of them before they could eat. Half the kids drained their time away watching the tv. A few of them wandered off to their own private corners and were scribbling in their journals.

Tommy was called in to see the counselor after the first kid came out of his session. He had just opened a magazine, and tossed it back on the short table as he stood up and went in to see the quack.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Okay," he said. He looked at Doctor Anderson. He was in his mid-thirties or so, healthy of body and sharp of mind. Short combed blond hair, blue eyes, glasses. Tommy still didn't really trust the man, because he didn't get the sense from him that he'd ever really been through any kind of hell.

"How are your cravings?"

"Strong coffee and unfiltered cigarettes notwithstanding?"

"You know what I mean."

"If I was tempted, I would indulge," Tommy said, looking at Doctor Anderson. The good Doctor looked right back.

A minute later, Tommy walked out, and a nurse called for the next person. Tommy sat down on the sofa again, picked up the National Geographic he'd been flipping through, and smirked to himself.

Tommy had lied to the doctor. He had smuggled in a few choice items, and was waiting for just the right moment to dig into it... he just needed more time to figure out the system of the place. He glanced to his right, the blond nymph, and knew just how he wanted to get high...

 

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Kate stayed on the couch as the meeting ended, waiting for a doctor or counselor to tell her where to go next. She watched as others got up and went to a tv in the next room, some wandered back to their cell like rooms. She looked around as a few doctors came in and pulled kids for their one on one meeting that she’d been told about during her orientation today. She watched as one of them took Tommy back into his office. She leaned into the back of the worn couch, and closed her eyes, tapping her fingers on her knee, realizing if she was back home, it would be time for something to keep her on some sort of high. She cringed at the thought that she wouldn’t be able to, that the strongest thing she’d get here was black coffee.

She was surprised and somewhat relieved at how quickly Tommy’s meeting finished, and hoped the same would stand for her. She looked at him as he sat back down on the couch; she wondered how long he’d already been here, how he handled the whole ‘cold turkey’ thing.

“Sorry, I got cut off earlier, I’m Kate Johnson” She said, picking at her painfully short thumbnail, a habit she’d picked up when she needed a fix of something, and couldn’t get it. She watched as another kid came out of one of the Doctor’s rooms, and the nurse called another name, still not hers.

 

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"Nice to meet you, Kate Johnson," Tommy replied. He could tell she was nervous... actually, probably fiending, from the way she picked at her fingernails. He knew because he had the same bad habit.

Tommy's foot tapped on the floor. The caffeine had him going, that was for sure. He already had the urge for another cigarette. He had brought a carton of cigarettes with him, on the advice of a friend who'd been through rehab before. He took a deep breath.

Yeah, he needed something; anything. Hell, he even had some! It was a great test of his will to not go take a quick snort right then and there. The only reason he didn't do it was because he still didn't know enough about the system here to trust that he could get away with it. He couldn't afford to get caught. It would mean he'd have to serve in full the sentence for the DUI and hurting those people.

 

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Kate cracked a small grin at his response, her eyes fixed on her thumb. She moved her hands under her thighs to stop herself from picking at her nails anymore, adding yet another tempation to her list of wants, minor, but still there.

She looked at Tommy's foot tapping on the floor as she bit her lower lip and shifted on the couch. She watched him for a minute, realizing he wasn't much further into this whole process than she was. She sniffed, and looked up as another doctor's door opened back up.

A nurse called out Katherine Johnson, and she stood up, pausing and turning to look back at Tommy. "Gonna be around in a few minutes?" She asked. She didn't know much about him, but sitting with someone at dinner would be better than sitting alone.

 

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He wondered where she thought he might be running off to. "I'll be right here," he replied, and managed to muster a smile. He watched her as she went into the quack's office; in particular, he was watching her pert little ass as she walked away from him. He pondered the circumstances and wondered if there would ever be an opportunity to screw her. He had already noticed that supervision was rather lax here. The nurses and guards seemed to be either complacent or jaded.

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Doctor Anderson pulled up Katherine Johnson's file on his computer. His eyes narrowed as he read the highlights: cocaine, marijuana, a wide variety of pharmaceuticals, and bulimia. When she walked in, he was not surprised to see a skinny little waif of a girl.

"Welcome to Pine Valley Rehabilitation Center, Katherine," he said. "Please, have a seat." He started through his opening pitch to the addict, which was always pretty much the same: we understand that your life has been hard, we understand that you've been trying to escape it with drugs, we want to help you get better, blah blah blah. The doctor looked her over. He could tell right away she was coming down from a high; she had clearly blown something up her nose before she left for this place.

He also couldn't help but wonder, as he often did with the young women that came into his office, what she was like in bed. He undressed her with his eyes and got a sense from her that she could easily be another conquest with the proper encouragement. He did, after all, have the power to medicate her...

 

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Kate smiled a little at Tommy before turning around and following the nurse to her Doctor's room. She sniffed as she walked in, and saw the doctor stand up and welcome her. He gestured her towards a chair in front of his desk and she sat down, looking again at her fingernails. her hands shaking slightly.

"It's Kate" She said as he called her by her full name when he welcomed her. It was trivial really, and she'd answer to either, but liked being able to have even a sliver of control over her life.

She knew his speech welcoming her was generic, and he really had no idea what her life had been like. She listened as he explained what their goals would be, and looked at him. She looked at the clock on the wall and realized it had been almost 6 hours since her last hit. "This is bullshit" she thought to herself as he spoke to treating both her addictions and her eating disorder.

As Doctor Anderson continued his pointless speech, Kate looked up at him for the first time. His hair was blonde and short, combed back, his blue eyes behind his designer frame glasses. She wondered if he had actually struggled at anything in life. She pulled on the sleeves of her sweater, covering her hands as she picked at her nails.

 

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Doctor Anderson was concluding his little speech as she squirmed uncomfortably in the chair before him. "So, Katherine, in the end it's going to be up to you to get clean and lead a healthy life. Once your back out in the real world, there will be plenty of temptations. We're going to give you the tools you need to resist, but it's up to you to use them. Do you have any questions?"

He sat back, his arms folded across his chest, his piercing eyes seeming a bit threatening, almost. Like he had something planned for her...

Indeed, he did. He'd let her stew in rehab for a while, a few days, till her withdrawal symptoms were at their worst and she needed something, anything to get high, to get off, and then this hard little bitch would be putty in his hands...

 

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Kate bit her lip as she heard Doctor Anderson call her Katherine again, knowing she would be fighting a losing battle by trying to get him to call her Kate. She shook her head no when he asked if she had any questions, avoiding his eyes, which she could feel were on her.

They sat in silence for a moment, besides the sound of her foot tapping on the ground before Doctor Anderson stood up and walked to the door, reminding Kate about her appointment the next day. She nodded and walked out, walking back to the couch where Tommy sat, his eyes closed. She joined him, sitting on her side of the couch, pulling her knees up close to her chest. "What do you think about Doctor Anderson?" She asked, sniffing and wiping at her nose.

 

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"I think he's full of shit," Tommy replied. He watched her wipe at her nose after sniffing, and he knew what she had stashed up there. He sniffed involuntarily; he'd needed a fix for days, since he'd arrived, but he hadn't gotten after it yet. There was a morbid part of him that wanted to watch this beautiful young thing suffer through her detoxification, but there was another, equally morbid part of him that wanted to watch this beautiful young thing get high and fuck his brains out. He wondered if she would, if she was the kind of girl who would put out if you got her high.

He didn't want to waste his drugs on her if he wasn't going to get laid, after all.

A nurse announced that it was dinner time by rolling in a cart with several trays of food. "Just sit tight, she'll come to you," Tommy said. Sure enough, the nurse came along and placed a tray for each of them on the little table in front of the sofa.

Macaroni and cheese, green beans, potatoes, an apple, some juice. "Yum," Tommy said, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. The mac n cheese was bland, the green beans needed some salt, the potatoes were okay, and the apple was tasty. But nothing to write home about, that was for sure.

 

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Kate was relieved with Tommy's answer, she was glad she wasn't the only one who thought that way. She sat back against the couch resting her chin on her knees, watching people around the room. They all looked the same, they looked drained almost lifeless. She was starting to feel like that too, and knew that unless she found something to take soon, she'd feel like hell for a long time.

She thought about the way she would sometimes pay to get her fix when she was low on cash, sexual favors for some coke or rx meds. It wasn't something she was proud of, but now, she'd be willing to do almost anything and she knew that the longer she went, the more desperate she would become.

Her attention was brought back to the room when a nurse walked in and announced it was time for dinner. She started to get up, expecting to have to go to a cafeteria for dinner, but sat back down when Tommy told her to. She looked at the tray of food set in front of her and grimaced, looking at Tommy as he sarcastically talked about his tray. She ate her apple and picked at the rest of her food, leaving it on the tray. She already hated food and she was going to be expected to eat food like that?

"Does it ever get better?" She asked him, leaving him to answer how ever he chose.

 

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"Honey, this is way better than the fucking meat loaf we had yesterday," Tommy replied. He ate most of his food, though he grimaced through half of it. "I don't think they're trying to make our stay here be very pleasurable. They'd probably rather have us not want to come back."

He finished and pushed his tray away. "I'm gonna get another cup of coffee and then go outside for a cigarette. It's the only way to get the awful taste out of your mouth. Care to join me?"

 

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Kate sipped at her juice as she listened to Tommy's answer. They expected her to work on her eating disorder, when the food she was supposed to eat tasted like this? She pushed her tray to the side and slowly finished her juice.

She brought her knees back up to her chest and looked over at Tommy as he invited her for coffee and a cigarette. She nodded and got up, following him to the lounge where they poured themselves a cup of the strongest coffee she'd ever tasted. They walked outside where it was starting to get dark, and she pulled her sleeves down over her hands as he handed her a cigarette.

"So this is the strongest thing we get now?" She asked taking a long drag on her cigarette.

 

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"Without a prescription, of course," Tommy replied. He sipped on the coffee and took a drag on his cigarette. "But I smuggled this in with my carton of cigarettes," Tommy said, pulling from his hoodie pocket another pack of cigarettes. Their backs were to the door and they were alone in the courtyard. He opened the pack and inside was a wooden dugout! He opened the dugout and took out the battie, the little metal cigarette. He shoved the hollow tip into the hole that had all the weed, twisted it, and pulled it back out.

He handed it over to her, a conspiratorial grin on his face.

 

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Kate shivered a bit, and took a sip of her coffee. it was late fall and the nights were cool when the sun set. She wished she would have had time to figure out a way to get smuggle something in with her, even just to help her wean off, she knew cold turkey would be terrible, and wasn't sure she could do it.

She looked at Tommy and raised an eyebrow as he pulled another pack of cigarettes, she smiled as she watched him, and shook her head as he handed it to her. "You first" She said, it was his after all.

 

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"No, no," he insisted. "Consider it a 'welcome to rehab' present. Thank your lucky stars they don't drugtest any of us. They assume that the place is clean because they search us and we don't get any visitors. From what I can tell, a lot of the staff here are quite happy to take little bribes here and there." He handed her his lighter as well. "So far I've managed to only take one hit a day while I've been in here. It ain't nearly enough, though." He took another drag on his cigarette, shivered against a chill northern wind, sucked down a big gulp of hot black coffee. "But I'll tell you what, you drink enough of this coffee, it'll spin you out pretty good."

 

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Kate took his lighter as he handed it to her and lit up taking a long, deep drag as he talked to her. She held the smoke in her lungs before exhaling. It was quality and she closed her eyes as she handed it back to him. It felt so good to get high, even if it was only pot. She took one last drag of her cigarette and crushed it beneath her foot.

"I think you're my new favorite person" She said smiling a little as he took a drag and handed it back to her.

 

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He held his hit in, smiled at her words. He was reminded from a line in a widespread panic tune: "I'll be your best friend if you get me high!"

He let his hit out in a slow stream, aimed skyward, then took another drag on his cigarette. He fought the urge to tell her what else he had for her. He knew he had to take his time, and let things out in little bits and pieces, to string her along. He was pretty sure that she was just going to use him to get high, and he didn't mind that, but he'd at least have some control over it. Maybe tomorrow he'd bust out the cocaine, if he could figure out a secure location to cut it out. They would probably be noticed if they went together into one of their cells, and besides, those had little windows at eye level.

Maybe if they could sneak into the kitchen... now there was a possibility. After dinner time that place would be empty. The entrances into the doctor's offices were too open, being right off the common room.

Perhaps the best way to get high was right here, where they were now, digging quick little bumps out of the bag. Though, honestly, little bumps were nothing like a fat line, and he knew he'd want to lay one out.

And he knew he'd want to lay her out, too... He reloaded the batty, deciding to indulge and be proper stoned, took another fat hit and handed it off to her. Soon his head was swimming. He finished his coffee, stamped out his cigarette.

He knew then what he'd have to do: some kind of bribe for the night sentry. Once an hour the sentry came through the common area; all their cells opened into the big main room. They were supposed to be in their rooms, lights out, at midnight until seven in the morning.

 

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Kate shivered again as Tommy handed her the batty and inhaled deeply, waiting again before slowly exhaling. She smiled, her head starting to swim as she sipped at her coffee.

They each took another hit, and finished their coffee before walking into the warmth of the building. "So what is there do learn about this place?" She asked him as they got new cups of coffee and returned to the couch where they had been sitting.

 

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"I'm still learning myself," Tommy replied as they sat down. "But basically the idea seems to be that if we're isolated from the real world for long enough, we'll be able to get clean. Probably just because we don't have access to anything. Once our bodies are clean, they think they can clean our minds and then send us back out and we won't want to get high."

He leaned in closer to her, speaking in a soft voice. "Personally, I think it's all bullshit. The high you get once you've been detoxed for a little while is magnificent, beautiful, just perfect. Of course, I've no real intention on detoxing... just gonna do my time, enjoy what I can when I can, and then get out of here. I've got to be here for a month. But it shouldn't be too bad. At least I know I'm going to enjoy my time with you."

 

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Kate sat against the arm of the couch facing Tommy with her legs crossed underneath her. She held her coffee with both hands warming up after their time outside. She was relaxed, and happy to have met Tommy so early in her stay.

She smiled as he leaned to her, speaking softly. She leaned in a little closer and listened to what he was saying to her. "At least you're done after a month" She replied "I'm here until they think I can leave without being a burden on society." She took a drink of her coffee and leaned back close to him and asked "There's no way what you had tonight is going to last you a month, what are you planning to do when that's gone?"

 

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"Sober up, I guess," Tommy shrugged, leaning back into the sofa. Should he tell her? He could tell from the look in her eyes he could trust her, at least a little bit. He leaned in closer and spoke softly again. "But I've got plenty more than what you saw earlier, honey," he said with a conspiratorial grin. "I'll make it through okay as long as I don't go on a wild binge."

 

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She looked at Tommy with a raised eyebrow as he leaned in and told her more, his voice low. "They searched all of my stuff, how'd you get anything in?" her lips near his ear as she asked him.

Kate sat back when she realized he hadn't said anything about sharing anymore with her. He said he brought enough for him to be fine. She looked around as people started to watch tv or play a game for the evening.