Clarity (Part VII-A-1)

She looked at Jack as he got high, chasing an elusive utopia he'd never actually reach. Elizabeth was tempted, seeing the effect on him, seeing his troubles fade away into a haze.

But that temptation was accompanied by clarity. It was ephemeral. If she did it once, she'd need it again. And again. And the addiction would feed on itself. The man was homeless after all, because of addiction. Who is to say she'd do better? Just because her pussy was prime?

No ... that was no path. No future. But she was still a blackened white bitch in the hood, broke and out of options. She didn't need money. She didn't need trophies anymore. She just wanted a path.

She leaned down, kissing the addled Jack. She didn't know what to do with the man, but despite his drug problems, he was homeless. And hung. She'd have to manage it carefully to keep out of the grasp of addiction. She looked at her phone, considering. A path.