As badly as Bailey wanted to be seated with her back pressed securely against the cushions, she remained in place as Scott closed the gap between them once more. He slid his jacket free and tossed it to the side. She watched in land on the desk chair across the room and returned her leery gaze to the man now making a circle around her. "So new stuff, huh?" she asked with a nervous laugh. "Where did it come from?" Scott paused in front of her and smiled wide, showing her all of his neat pearly whites like some of predator taunting it's prey. She shifted uncomfortably and began to chew on her lip ring. She tongued the silver hoop back and forth, pulling her lower lip in and out of her mouth.<i>Why was he being so strange? <br/>
</i><br/>Scott brought one of his slender fingers up to her temple and gave it a tap as he explained the brutal potency of his new strain. She gulped back a whimper and nodded her head. "Thank god its Friday then." With her words out, the atmosphere seemed to change around them and everything suddenly felt lighter. He told her to relax and she feebly smiled, bringing an arm up to touch her temple where he'd poked her.<br/><br/>Before striding up the stairs, he'd ordered her to take a seat on the couch and she did so without question. Growing up, her father did an excellent job of instilling one single rule in her brain: women were beneath men. He explained that one day she was to be a man's wife and that she would cook for him and keep a clean house. She would lie beneath him and give lots of children. She was to do as told and to never ask why or object. She had been a good Christian girl, having attended bible school and a private high school for the first two years. When she turned sixteen, like every other girl her age, she hit a rebellious rough patch and was pulled from private school due to poor grades. Once she entered public school and got a taste of freedom, she ran with it. She still lived by her father's golden rule which landed her a favorite among the boys at school. Who didn't enjoy a girl that did everything you asked of her?<br/><br/>Bailey hurried across the room and plopped down on the couch. She sat as far back in the seat as she could and crossed her legs in front of her, sitting indian style. She reached for the remote and quickly turned on the TV. She left it on a local channel and kept the volume setting on low. She could hear Scott's heavy foot falls over head making way their to the stairs case. He returned and instead of joining her on the other couch, he moved in behind her. She felt his weight on the back of the couch as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her. She froze and sucked in a sharp breath as his lips found her ear. He spoke and she could smell the weed drift toward her face. He reached around and held the joint up to her mouth, encouraging her to take a drag.<br/><br/>Bailey parted her lips and wrapped them around the lit joint. She watched the cherry on the end glow bright red as she inhaled and slowly fade when she removed it from her mouth. She opened her mouth and let the smoke drift up through the nostrils, completing the classic french inhale. She held the smoke deep within her lungs before she exhaled slowly and filled the living room with a white haze. "What are you doing?" she asked on the exhale, to afraid to shrug him off.