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For now, here's the next chapter of Young Junius. Beware, what you see below will be a part of episode 19!! If you don't want to spoil 19 for yourself, don't read further...

Well... I can't give you that chapter. It's too frigging good! Ok, here's a taste!

Clarence waited to hear who was at the door. “It’s Sheila,” the voice said: Sheila Dee, and he knew it for sure to be her. No other woman could use her sixth sense to know exactly when a man had some good drugs and that it was time to shake her ass out. Sheila always knew. Clarence looked down at his lap, considered whether it’d be worth a good blow job to let her in on what he had. Didn’t take long to decide that he had plenty of rock to go around. Sheila didn’t just give a good blow job, that woman knew every bit how to give a god-damn masterpiece performance blow job. She’d leave a lipstick ring around the base of your shaft so dark that you’d remember her the next time you took a shower, get you thinking about it again so you wanted more.

Clarence still sat on the bed looking at the pipe in his hand. “C Dubb,” she said. “You hear me out here! What you got going on?”

 Clarence checked the lighter. He knew she’d have the x-ray hearing to know if he lit it, but he didn’t care. For all she knew, he could be lighting up a Kool. He laughed at that; the woman just knew. Her sixth sense was like a crack rock radar. Even when he had a good stash of coke she knew to come around. It was like she could smell it.

But even Sheila couldn’t keep him from hitting his pipe right then. He flicked the lighter to life. “C Dubb!” she shouted. He brought the flame down to the rock and sucked hard. After the last blast before the cop and the lobby, he was starting to wind the fuck down, way too far down now that he sat here and actually felt the pain in his arm and his head. If he didn’t hit it now, he might even pass out before Sheila could get her groove on, unzip his pants and earn her share.

“Mmmm!” He hummed to her as he dragged on the pipe, hoping that if she heard a sound from him she’d shut the fuck up and just wait. Then he tasted the blast and he sucked it down hard into his lungs. He sucked a breath in behind it to push it deeper, and then seeing that the rock still smoked, he hit it again to get more in on top of that. 

Lung capacity: that’s what it came down to. Ever since he’d started smoking weed when he was thirteen he’d been increasing how much he could suck into his lungs. Now he held it, watching the world go cloudy and grey for a second in his vision before it all came clear and turned to a new world of vivid colors. That was the boom he was looking for. The boom-bang. He checked his forearm and even though the welt Johnson’s night stick had left stood out a few inches from his skin, it didn’t hurt. He stood up. None of it hurt anymore.

“Dubb!”

Clarence let a little of the smoke seep out through his teeth, as Sheila started knocking on the door again, banging it with her fists. He crossed the small room to the door and checked the peep hole. Sheila stood holding up her middle finger like she knew exactly where he was, so he unlocked the door and held it open just an inch, his foot in place to keep it from opening more. Then he put his lips to the opening and blew his smoke out at her into the hallway, emptied his lungs in a steady stream right at her face. 

“Ooh,” she said, “I know you got that good stuff!” She leaned into the door trying to open it. 

“Mmmm mmm,” he said.

“Now let me in, baby. You know I make this worth your while.”

Clarence moved his foot and let the door swing open wide enough for Sheila to get through. As she did, she took the pipe right out of his hand and kept walking toward the bed like the apartment belonged to her. 

“Yeah, baby. Come on and bring yourself in.” Clarence glanced out into the hallway and shut the door.

“You know you want it,” she said. She was sitting on the bed already.

Sheila was dressed like always: with a shirt that fell too low across her chest and revealed her cleavage pushed up by a too-small bra to offer it to the world on a tray. But in other ways she’d already lost some of her game. The worn flannel shirt she wore over her tank was a blue plaid, definitely not becoming, and her jeans were all wrong—last year’s tight acid wash instead of the simple black leggings that the younger girls were wearing now. But Clarence didn’t care. Shit, half his clothes were still from the 70s and he liked that style better than the overpriced Girbauds and Z. Cavariccis that brothers were wearing now. Pants was what you wore as a man, he’d always thought and so, true to form, he had on a dark pair of brown work pants like his father wore when he worked for the city. When he wanted to get wild for a club or something, he had a pair of black nylon parachute pants with a lot of zippers at the back of his closet. 

Shit, even if the wash on Sheila’s pants was all wrong for the year’s fashion, their tight-ass seams didn’t hide a thing. She’d gained a few extra pounds, but what woman in her thirties hadn’t. Her hair could use a new weave, but she’d shed that Jheri curl like the bad habit it was and now sported a ‘do that Clarence could actually put his fingers in. He shrugged, knowing Sheila wasn’t much more than a drug whore, but he’d had enough good times with her that it touched something inside him to have her around. 

She sucked on the pipe and although the rock still sparked, showed a little blaze, she reached for the lighter and burned it again to get a bigger drag. 

Clarence stepped to where she sat on the bed, took the pipe out of her mouth and brought it to his. She started to protest, but he put his fingers over her lips. When he dragged in the smoke now, he didn’t swallow it, didn’t take it into his lungs; instead he kept it in his mouth and leaned forward, brought his lips down to hers and kissed her, pushing the smoke into her mouth. She moaned her approval and leaned back onto the bed, pulling at his shirt to bring him down with her. He resisted, stood back up and hit the pipe again for himself now, dragging deeply, hoping that if he stood in front of her for long enough she would go for his belt and start to open his pants.