Using his platinum Amex card, he mixed
the Cocaine and cut four neat, white lines. He picked up the fifty-pound
note, rolled it tightly and let it unravel very slightly. Grinning with
anticipation he began snorting the white lines. Trembling as the blood
vessels in his nostrils absorbed the drug, he finished the fourth line and
sniffed heavily two or three times. He licked his finger and wiped up the
remaining coke from the table and rubbed it round his gums. His eyes
widened as the coke raced around his body. He breathed in deeply and fell
back into his armchair, letting the waves of heightened pleasure and
awareness wash over him. He had so quickly grown to love this feeling.
Did this chapter grab you?
|Copyright © 2002 Richard Armour|