Jigging With The Law, Juggling The Pay...

For a moment you consider evading the question or lying to Jean about your main source of income, but you realize she will find out eventually so you have to be honest.

"I'm a **** dealer," You admit with feigned nonchalance, and Jean stops dead with one foot in the door of the car.

"Excuse me?" She asks in shock, and you just stand there, hands behind your back.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" You ask.

Jean shakes her head, then looks at you appraisingly: "Do you sell to people under 18, what sort of **** do you deal in, do you ever sample the product, and are you part of a gang or syndicate?" She asks stoically.

You are a touch taken aback but you look her hard in the eyes and answer all the questions truthfully: "First of all, I don't deal with kids, nor will I resell to those who do: if you're too young for beer and cigarettes your too young for recreational ****," You start in. "Second, my main trade is Pot, which aught to be legal, and Tylenol-3, which in Canada is over-the-counter. I deal prescription **** when I can get a reliable source that I know isn't stolen from someone who needs them, mostly a couple of 'smurfs' I work with, and I've traded in high grade Meth sometimes, but only to students who need it for doing term papers, and I make it clear each sale is a one time deal. I dont touch coke, crack, oxy, ketamine, or any of the other hardcore stuff, I'm more an unlicensed medical dispensary than a normal '**** dealer'," you take a breath before moving on. "Third, no sane pharmaceutical salesman, 'recreational' or otherwise, 'samples the product' to use your terms. It's just not a good idea. Fourth, I associate with a small alliance of like minded individuals who club together to deal with the major suppliers and protect ourselves from other groups who might take exception to our activities in areas they consider 'their territory'. You might consider it a 'Gang' but we don't tag, don't wear colors, and there's no kind of initiation ritual or lifetime membership, we are just a loose group of independent business operators, mostly college students, who club together for mutual advantage," you finish, and Jean breaths a sigh of relief.

"Ok, that's something I can easily accept in my mate. Everyone has a past, what matters now is the future," She says, caressing your newly feminine face with one white furred hand...