She drank like a thirsty animal, liquid spilling down her chin and rolling down her throat. I pitied her. Indian Sex Video Poor woman, I thought. I set out the next morning and drove around the neighbourhood, looking for her. I was in the midst of drawing a diagram of the neurological effects of crystal methamphetamine when Amanda walked into the room. He was a terrible manager, but he was a very shrewd opportunist. I kneeled down behind her and pushed my hips into her backside, thrusting her further into the toilet bowl. “You okay? We don’t want you getting sick on the floor, now, do we?”
She nodded a vaguely. I drew a bottle of vodka from the drawer and placed it on the kitchen counter. I wasn’t surprised. Perhaps it was because she was disrupting the recovery of the addicts, perhaps I was frustrated because she didn’t show any interest in me. I cringed whenever his watery blue eyes were fixed on me. She drank like a thirsty animal, liquid spilling down her chin and rolling down her throat. Ronald was a morbidly obese man in his sixties.
