my car keys. I pulled out the half a joint I saved from a few days before. I needed it. I never left my weed around the house where my husband could see it, and Max ignored the weed, silently letting me indulge, As long as I didn't do it when I was on the base, he pretended I didn't do it at all. I, in turn, pretended I was naturally horny, versus chemically horny, and we got along just fine. It worked out. I sat in the car and lit up the roach. I watched the smoke swirl across the dewy glass of the windshield. I took another deep hit and held it in a little longer. I didn't see or hear her coming. Gina was suddenly standing outside my car window. "Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me," I said, a little ticked off. She was staring at my hand with the smoldering roach. "Can I get a hit?" she asked. Can you imagine? I knew I'd be breaking some kind of shelter rule, apart from the actual law, but I passed it to her anyway. She looked like she needed it. She took one big hit over a couple of small tokes and I saw the rest of the joint disappear. "Thanks," she said and motioned it back to me. "No, it's all you," I said waving the roach off. "You kinda need it more than I do, I think." "It sure don't make my face any better, but at least it numbs my brain, ya know?" she answered. "Got anymore?" Giving her the hit in the first place was probably wrong. But smoking her out was surely wrong. I didn't know why I told her yes. In my married world, no one smoked with me, Not too many people were up for taking bong hits with the captain's wife. I guess I was just kind of tired of getting stoned alone. I told her to get in the car and I'd roll one up. I started the car and we drove over to the mall. I figured we'd be better off in the bigger parking lot than the one at the shelter. Another rule I'm sure I broke. We parked
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