When Girl Met Boy

[COLOR=red] [SIZE=7][B] Elena felt better the day after she took shrooms because of their revelation. She had been on the PC, and a guy she knew from her website, Roger came on line. On a whim, she said a quick "hello" to him, as he said he was in Cali from Vancouver. It turns out that he was NOT happy with his current situation and that his employer had turned out to be a total dick. She and Roger exchanged phone numbers via messenger. At the end of the conversation, Roger had said, "I think I want that room, however temporary. Who would have ever thought?" Then he logged out. Whoever would have thought indeed, thought Elena to herself. Roger did call later and that had been the first time she had actually heard his voice. He had just gotten out of rehab and had been off smack for 6 days or so he said. She remembered how hard it was kicking a huge habit to painkillers....or not so much kicking, but reducing said habit by 2/3 anyway. On the phone, Roger said he wanted to get the hell out of where he was staying in the worst way, and besides that, the guy was kicking him out on the street. Roger had been working like a dog all day in this dude's yard, plus doing whatever housework, and apparently the guy was not paying what he promised and he reniged on the plane ticket home. She gave him the address, had the guy driving him down from wherever the hell he was look it up on map quest. At about 8pm or so, Elena got a phone call from Roger informing her that he was waiting on some nearby cross streets close to her home. The guy just sort of left him there. Well this ought to be quite interesting, thought Elena to herself. She had often thought about him when she went on line. She had known him as a cyber space friend for about 3 years now, but didn't think she'd ever actually meet, let alone party with this guy in the flesh. Yet the night of March 9, 2005, that was indeed exactly turning out to be the case. Trip out. She drove to the fitness center, then spied an attractive, young blonde babe with a suitcase. That had to be him. Pulling into a handicap parking spot so as to load his big suitcase in her trunck, "So we finally get to meet!" He gave a shy smile, but Elena said "Gimme a hug" so they did a quick, chaste hug, shook hands, and headed towards her home. "How you feelin babe?," she asked him. He had said he was glad the smack in Cali, as she told him, was shite compared to what he was used to back home. Less temptation. Still he said, "I've got some meth my dealer sent me." "VANCOUVER METH? NO WAY!!! Get out! Whoooo hooooo!," said Elena. That night would prove to be a memorable night indeed. She had just run out of meth that day and was not going to re up. Although very happy, she wondered, how was it somehow, something seemed to intervene with her kicking. Meeting Roger was a once in a life time opportunity, she thought. It would be a shame to pass this chance up. After she parked the car, she led the way up to her apartment. It was HER place. This was what she LOVED so much about it being HER place. The freedom to have over whomever and whenever she wanted. She got Roger situated downstairs, then they went upstairs to party down. Who would have ever thought.