Dig Your Own Hole (2/9) By Joe Hakim

(1/9), (2/9), (3/9), (4/9), (5/9), (6/9), (7/9), (8/9), (9/9).

Jenny, my girlfriend, was already home when I got in. She was laid out on the sofa in the front room of our apartment. She was sipping a glass of wine and smoking a cigarette. "Where have you been?" she asked. She was a beautiful girl, just turned nineteen, but she went through wine and cocaine like it was oxygen. "Are you fuckin' high already?" I growled. "Oh dear, bad day at the office darling?" she said. I ignored her and went into the bathroom. Sure enough, she'd left her vanity mirror next to the sink, and all the tell tale signs were there; the familiar white residue and a small plastic bag.

I slammed my hand onto the sink and the mirror fell onto the floor, smashing into pieces. She was by far the best fuck I'd ever had, and all she had to do was walk into a room and heads would turn - even the women's. Living with her, however, was proving to be a nightmare. "That's seven years bad luck," she shouted from the living room. "Fuckin' bitch," I grumbled to myself. I hadn't given her any money, so I had no idea where the coke had come from. Knowing her, she'd probably given her dealer a blow-job for it.

She was bad news, but I was hopelessly enthralled by her. When we were fucking or out drinking, I felt like the biggest man in the world, but all the time in between fucking and drinking was taken up by arguments and accusations. She was would just sit around all day getting smashed, and I was convinced that she was seeing other people while I was at work. I lived in constant paranoia that one day my money would run out and she would leave. I made my way back into the living room. I threw the empty bag onto the table. "What the fuck is this all about?"

Her lips parted into a grin, showing off her perfect teeth, and then she casually swept her back her hair and said, "It's sherbet darling, nothing more." I grabbed her arm, and shouted in her face, "Don't fuck with me, I know what it is. All I want to know is how you got it?" Her eyes narrowed. "Get the fuck off me," she said. I immediately dropped her arm and went into the kitchen to get myself a beer. I cracked it open and then plonked myself on an armchair. After a while she turned and to me and said, "What is it baby?"

I sighed and took another swig from my beer. "We ran into a bit of problem today." Her voice changed - softened - and she gestured for me to sit next to her. I stood up and sat next to her. She put her head in my lap and I began to stroke her hair. "We were starting to dig the foundations and we stumbled across what we think is some sort of graveyard." "So?" she asked, unzipping my fly. "So that means the work will have to stop." She reached into my trousers and took out my cock. "So?" she asked again. "Delays cost time - time costs money."

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