Julie

Julie was a homeless woman who resembled Shona on the outside, but under the boots, hats, hoodies, scarves, and overcoat, wasn’t. One night I picked her up, thinking she was Shona, to confront her about ripping me off the previous night. She explained she wasn’t the same woman, and with some conversation we were able to figure out who the actual woman was who did rip me off.

Julie and I did procure some cocaine, and I took her to my house to enjoy some. Julie was smart, honest, and kind. She smoked with me and then gave me a very competent topless blowjob, which I paid her for. I didn’t cum, and she didn’t care. She introduced me to her connection, who took care of us that one time, but then he ripped me off twice after that before I stopped doing business with him. He went to jail, and I believe he may be out by now. I can’t help hoping he does OK, even though over time he fucked me out of almost $600. I learned a valuable lesson.

I later got the information from a reliable source that Julie died from an OD less than a month after the last time I saw her. Julie was a good person.