She was down at the end of the bed totally absorbed in Zig’s collection of graphic novels—not reading them, just grooving on the drawings and exclaiming every five seconds.“That is so cool,” she would say, and flip another page.“I got stuff to do this afternoon,” Zig said.“This is so beautiful,” Charlene said, pronouncing it beauty-full.Zig could have stared at her butt all day, except for the fact that they’d already done it twice. Amazing what the kids of today would do for free drugs. Although clearly he had misjudged his proportions. There was a real art to getting it just right.He used to prefer his females totally unconscious, courtesy of Rohypnol or some variant. In fact, he had done serious time for a couple of those. But these days he preferred them, well, compliant and relaxed but not comatose. He’d been in the mood for a bit of fun, so he and Charlene, a kid he’d picked up near Covenant House, had been playing Ex, Dex and Sex, as he liked to put it. The Ex had worn off, but the Dex was obviously still working because she was speed-focused on his damn comics.She said beauty-full once more and that did it.
