Chapter 7

I followed them to the kitchen. The heroin high had sunk in and become more familiar and not any more fun. I wished it had the comparatively short duration of cocaine. Kat bent over the counter, and Jess administered a booty bump. With that, the party started with an explosion.

Jess led Kat to the dining room, where the table had been outfitted with a mattress pad, sheet, and a couple pillows. She assumed her position as the evening’s centerpiece, and Alix stepped forward -- wearing nothing but six-inch patent leather heels -- and covered Kat’s torso in thirty lines of cocaine. As it happened, that was enough for two for each football player attending that day.

The football players arrived in a fleet of five large black SUVs, which dropped them off and put a match to the chaos. Jess, always the straw that stirred the party drink, invited them in for their welcome lines of cocaine. The energy level was off the charts. The players came in with a cloud of weed smoke trailin