Give Dugan a ride home

“You know, Dugan, I think you probably need a bit of a break. Do you need a ride home?”

That question takes a several seconds to work its way through Dugan’s neurons. He finally responds with a questioning, “I think so?”

With a sigh, you roll out of bed and throw him his clothes as you start to get dressed yourself. You are intrigued to try this potent Wildfire, but as stoned as Dugan is, it’s probably going to be too much effort to try to have any kind of meaningful conversation with him as you try to score a hit.

Once the two of you are dressed, you lead Dugan out of your room and toward the front door of your home. You pass Aron — or maybe it’s Bryan — in the hallway. “Hey, Sis.... Jeff came by to see you.”

You stop at this news and look around. The prospect of spending some time with Jeff as soon as you ditch Dugan is quite appealing. “Where is he?”

Your brother gestures down the hallway toward your mother’s room. “He’s in with Mom. She’s keeping him entertained.”

As if on cue, you hear Jeff’s voice coming down the hallway. “I’m going to cum! Are you on the pill?”

Your brother nudges you in the side with his elbow. “Jeff sure is hot. Are you positive he’s not bi?”

That answers the question about which brother you’re talking to.

“If that’s just the first time he’s cumming, Mom is going to be keeping him busy for a while. Just tell him I’ll call him later. I need to get Einstein here back to his house.”

You turn to Dugan to urge him out the door and find that he is engaging in a meaningful conversation with the hallway mirror. You pull him away from it and lead him out the door.

“That fellow sure looked familiar,” he says slowly. “And did you see how cool his hair is?”

You load Dugan in the car and coax directions out of him to his house. No sooner does he finish telling you where he lives than he leans his head against the window and starts to snore without even closing his eyes.

You roll your eyes and wonder again how you ended up bringing a loser like this home with you. Oh yeah... It was purely for the purpose of pissing off Myra. You hope it was successful. You also wonder what Myra sees in this guy. He’s dumb as a box of hammers, isn’t all that cute, and isn’t particularly gifted in the sex department. Maybe that’s the best that she can manage.

About fifteen minutes later, you are pulling up in front of a house that is surprisingly nice. You assumed Dugan would be living in some rat-infested crack house or something, but this is a nice, middle-class home in a well-kept neighborhood. You look at your stoned passenger and see that he is still snoring, and he has yet to close his eyes. He stares ahead, vacantly.