Mox Harris, in the closet with a fresh joint ready to light in hand<span class="bbc_u"><br/><br/></span><br/><br/>Mox slipped inside the closet and turned on the small nightlight he'd purchased to give just enough light but nit enough to draw suspicious glances toward the room.   He pulled the joint he'd been toying with all morning, and put it up to his nose.  It was the best shit in town, and he had a steady supply of it.  Just sniffing it WA enough to get him semi-hard.  A joint in the closet before lunch usually ended up with a bit of sex on the side.  Now, when would his favorite closet mate show up?<br/><br/>Then, the door opened and he heard her quiet voice.  "Mox, are you there?"<br/><br/>Instead of answering, he reached out and put his hand around her wrist, pulling her into the closet and pulling her in tight against him.  Shutting the door behind him, he grabbed her ass playfully and held the joint up to her nose.<br/><br/>"Ready for a little fun, Kate?"  he said.  He put the joint in his mouth and turned his head to the side.  He flicked his Bic and the lighter flared to life illuminating his face.  The small round glow at the tip blinked reddish orange as the joint began to burn.  He inhales deeply and held it up to her lips, his lungs full of fresh smoke.