Chapter 14

"Holy shit, babe," she said. "How much is this?"

"Um, it should be 10 grams," I said. "Two of us, 48 hours... figured that would be enough."

Kat already was crushing and chopping four generous lines. She took a tiny bit on her finger nail and took a test sniff. "Oh fuck," she said. "It's good." She offered me a nailful. I obliged. It was good quality.

"I've known this guy for several years," I said. "Discreet and high purity. Expensive, but that's what you've got to do in Vegas if you don't want baking soda."

"Do you have a bill, babe?" Kat asked. "I didn't bring my kit to the airport."

I smiled. "And now for the first of my weekend surprises for you, darling," I said.

I gave her a small box I had been holding. She unwrapped it. Inside were a snuff bullet, waterproof vial with a small spoon attached to the cap, and a glass straw.

"Your very own Vegas weekend c*ke kit," I said.

"You really are more than just an amazing dick," she teased