Deep Throat
I spotted the tall, thin blond girl sitting on the corner right in the middle of the zone. When I drove by, she glanced at me, but I was unsure if she was looking for a date. I turned the corner and pulled to the curb about 100 feet down the street, then looked back to see if she was walking toward me. She was. Good. She got into the car and I drove about a mile to get away from the hot pickup spot, then pulled over to the curb. Looking her over, I realized she was really tall – probably over 6 feet. I asked and she confirmed, 6’1″. She didn’t look wasted by a drug-based life style: her skin was clear, she had white shiny teeth, and all were there. She was …