Prepared

             He opened his desk draw and pulled out a
pencil box.  Inside were several joints
already rolled along with a bag of pot and a packet of papers.

            “You’re obviously prepared,” I said.

            He smiled, putting a joint behind
his ear and stuffing a book of matches in his pocket.  He opened his window and got on the desk.

            “Come on,” he said, as he jumped to
the ground outside.

            “I don’t have shoes on,” I
protested.

            “Come on I’ll help you.”

            I sat on the desk and spun around,
dropping my legs out the window.  He reached up putting his hands on my
legs.  I scooted further out and he moved
his hands to my hips, picking me up, and lowering me softly to the ground.  I followed him around to the side of the
house.




Lisa Loomis--(Boy in a Band--a novel)  Available at Amazon.com]