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White slaveThe opinions of a bunch of strangers meant nothing to her, not in the face making one hundred dollars for being sociable! She moved without thinking, following the others like a dumb steer in a moving herd; and when she was called upon to speak, she opened her mouth and somehow, the words came out. Another joint was making the rounds, a different kind this time, something one of the Mexican men pulled out of his jacket. Chris dutifully took her puff in turn, and nearly choked at the incredible potency of this grass. Jesus, it was nothing like the other! This was so strong it made her dizzy as she held it in her lungs! *** Whatever it was that happened next, in the next hour – or was it two hours? – is anybody's guess, for surely Chris will never know. All she remembers now is that she took another drag from the tiny tightly-rolled joint with the pinpoint of glowing red ember on the end, and before she knew it, the room had changed. Some of the men had left, gone were the soft red lamps, and in their place was an unused bedroom, strewn and soiled and cigarette-burned mattresses, lighted with three candles jammed into the necks of empty wine bottles; it looked more like a fraternity house, she later mused, than an adult's apartment ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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