>be me
>girl asks me to buy her smokes
>she gives me a fistful of dimes, says it's five bucks
>I take her silver, don't bother to count it
>go and purchase her deathsticks and drop them off
>she says she'll get me the rest tomorrow
>I ask her if she has a job
>she says no
>well, then how do you plan on paying me tomorrow?
>well I could ask my stepdad for money or...I could have sex with you

heh, it's all going according to plan, and she thinks it's her plan, she knew before she asked me for smokes her only option was sex, but really I knew before this whole strange ballet began that it was going to go in my favour. I'm one day away from it all coming to fruition.