riderxlx wrote:
What illness does she have? And what happened to her?
Bruce.
Bruce, she is dead, some five years ago. But what fun and insanity that I had with Christi Cane. She was a substance abuser. And when it came to the police it was never any fun. One time she was arested at the Houston airport with a few ounces of grass, she told security, she forgot she had it on her. They sent her back to San Antonio and the judge looked at her record and basically decided to just dismiss the case as pointless.
"She forgot she had it on her!" Typical Christi. I picked her up from the court house and brought her back to my studio, I had gotten her kitty Papa and brought him to my studio, where Spiky got along fine with Papa but I had to keep Ginger away as he want to beat up on Papa. Christi did not want to come to my studio, but when I told her Papa was there hanging out with Spike, well she wanted her Papa, so we went to the studio.
Papa did not want to leave, he liked Spike and so I had Christi take a shower, the studio of course was loaded with with clothes and all things girly. I asked Shadyn (she and Christi were on the outs) to please get a few ounces of grass, which she had deliver to the studio vary quickly, then went off with some babe for the night, leaving me to give Christi to get hi and the two cats to deep and I took Christi around the corner to get a family size order to go from Bill Millers B-B-Q of fried chicken.
We returned to the studio and Christy feed the kitties fried chicken, yes all three of the cats and ate her fill, did another joint and stayed the night cuddling Papa and Spike, while Ginger went and stayed in Shadyn's room. I worked on images into the night until Shadyn returned with a different woman and threw poor Ginger out, so I punished Shadyn by giving all three of the kitty's her shrimp ring that was in the fridge.
In the morning, I took Christi home with Papa and at noon I taxied Shadyn's nocturnal conquest home to her angry husband. He though I was his rival, but I told this dude I was just her taxi and that she was with my female sleeping it off in the main bedroom while I had to sleep on the sofa. Everyone was happy and I went back to the studio short on gas. There Shadyn was, butt necked in the garden, it was just past noon and she was sunning herself, eating a Slim Jim, drinking a Natty Light and wanted to know where her shrimp ring was. "Me and the kitties at that last night while you were trading spit with the girl toy." I explained.
"When you are ready, put on some clothes and I will take you to HEB and get you more shrimp and Natty Light, you only have a few left and I am not going in the middle of the night to HEB for beer, tomorrow will be Sunday night and they will not sell liquor until after non on Sunday!" I told Shadyn.
"Please, I will make it up to you!" She told me.
"So what is my incentive to go run this errand?" Was my answer?
"Tonight (it was always at night with her), " I will do some nude modeling for you, what every you like!"
Typical Shadyn, typical Tim, wrapped right around her finger, again.
Like Christi, Shadyn is dead, thanks to drug related things. The pharmacist screwed up along with three doctors. She would be alive today if I had known VADA, she would have known about the dangers of the mixed medications.
See, many women's lives I know are intertwined. So it goes in a busy life and deaths. The Modern world in which we all live.
That is where this comes from (see posts).