Using Up Lloret
Introduction: A work of total fiction, purely fantasy for 18+ Only I sit in the hotel room patiently awaiting her arrival. I just fixed myself another line of cocaine, powdered courage. Adrenaline is making my body shiver from anticipation as if the room is too cold. Theres a light knock at the door. In one swig I finish the remainder of my whiskey and walk to the door. Two deep breaths and then I open the door up revealing my girlfriends mother, Lloret, early fifties, sad sleep deprived...