Mourning Skye: Chapter 2 (part 3)

“Then why the back story?” Angeline asked. “Did you listen to any of it?” “Great point.” “I know it’s a great point, that’s why I told it. It pretty much has soggy as hell thinking about it.” “You’re a lovely woman, have I ever told you that?” Angeline pulled Sammy into her tightly as they walked, hugging and stumbling along. “You have. But I never get tired of it.” Sammy smiled back. Angeline stopped suddenly and brought her purse back up to her face. Sammy whipped to a stop. She rustled about and brought a cigarette to her lips and reached back into the bag blindly looking for the lighter. As she pulled it out it fell to the ground and bounced three times and came to a rest at Sammy’s feet. Sammy bent down and picked it up for her and in one motion lit Angeline’s cigarette. Angeline held Sammy’s wrist as she lit the cigarette. “Thank you, love. I don’t know what I would do without you,” Angeline exhaled. Sammy softly smiled. “You would find another foul-mouthed whore to light your cigarettes for you.” “That’s probably true. That’s probably true,” she repeated. “Speaking of being such a whore, finish the story.” “Where was I?” “Jason’s dick was in your mouth,” Angeline sneered. “Yes, that glorious dick. So, I totally went down on him in the car after knowing him for like two hours. He did his thing, I wasn’t expecting it and totally spit it all over his pants.” “That shit comes out fast.” “No, duh. People really need to tell you that before the first time...