MJ looks at me like I’m the idiot, “Peter, they named me ‘Mary Jane’.”
Gwen sits up, taking the little baggy of weed and lays the makings of another joint out on my nightstand. She takes the spent roach and dumps it into an open soda can.
“I was drinking that.”
“Who’s stopping you?” Gwen chuckles while rolling the green around in the paper. Licking the side she folds it over and twists. “Have you ever smoked a joint before MJ?”
MJ shakes her head ‘no’. The motion sends a good vibration into the depths of my dungarees.
“Okay then, I’m gonna help you out red.” Gwen lights the end and takes a little toke to get it started. “Lay your head back, close your eyes and open your mouth. I don’t want you to burn yourself your first time.”
MJ has that ‘not very sure’ look on her face but she did as told. Gwen sucks deeply, inhaling a lung full. “Shotgun.” She bleats before leaning over and pressing their lips together, forming an airtight seal. MJ’s green eyes open wide in shock and surprise. Gwen blows the smoke right into Mary Jane’s lungs.
Gwen pulls back and shuts MJ’s lips with her fingers. “Hold it in. I’ll tell you when.”
I could see the exertion on her face. It looks like MJ was really struggling. I st...