
As I sat in my car smoking, I suddenly remembered what my girlfriend had said and was worried. I knew she'd smell the smoke. I knew she'd leave me now!
I took another drag.
"Inhale.... Exhale.... Good Girl Whitney..."
It felt like I was burning while being dipped in ice water. My mind fogged up. I couldn't remember what was bothering me. I couldn't think of anything but finishing that smoke.
"Whitney my pet, when are you coming home?"
"Immediately my Mistress..."
"Good Girl Whitney... Good Girl..."
And that was my last moment as a full-time male.


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