Across the Rubicon (Part V-A)

Elizabeth had just enough self-awareness to know that her kids should not be anywhere near the denouement and downfall to come. So she managed to get Douglas's uncle to look after them. He was single, down in the low country, classically handsome in a country sort of way. He'd almost be an option, but her tastes were decidedly different now.

So it was easier, waking up late in the a.m., nude, betwixt her dealer on one side and the homeless man on the other. Her body shone with a light sheen of sweat, the barely working ceiling fan gently wafting down a breeze upon the sweaty threesome.

She gently parted Jack's cheeks, pouring the last bump of coke onto it. Then she took that rolled up dollar, taking a sniff off of it. The homeless man grunted, falling back to peace only when he felt Elizabeth's tongue exploring the entirety of his crack. She'd been so revolted, that first time, but now it felt the only method to succumb to the darkness, to the corruption. And as she felt D-Train behind her, his long fat Black prick coming to life ... she prepared to receive her comeuppance once more.