Dear Paul,
How's it going, sweetie? I know it's been awhile since I wrote you again, but things are hectic as hell over here. I got a little bit behind in some of my classes, so I have to do make up work in order to be able to graduate. Actually, the only class I'm worried about is Algebra II. If I had been going to public school all along, I wouldn't have any problems. I could have just taken basic math one and two and that would have covered my math requirements for graduation. But, since I did my first three years of high school with the nuns, I had already taken Algebra I and Geometry. So, when I transferred over here for my senior year, they told me I had to enroll in their distinguished graduate program because of the classes I'd already taken. That means I need Algebra II. Fucking nuns screwed me over again. I should have let them find that crack pipe in my locker three years ago and I wouldn't be going through this nightmare right now.
My boyfriend, Shane, finally joined the Navy too. Now I just need to get one more person to join and I'll get promoted again. He went up Tuesday and was supposed to join on Wednesday, but the dumb fuck had wax in his ear and had to get it cleaned out before they could give him a passing score for his physical. He got that done yesterday and passed the rest of his physical. He's going to be studying how to work on computers. His test score was a lot higher than mine. That kind of surprised me really, because he hasn't struck me as being that smart. I never cared though. As long as he knew how to use that monster cock of his, and he does, that was the only thing I cared about.
I went with Keith to pick him up when came back down from taking his physical. Keith's my recruiter. I know you remember me telling you about him the last time I wrote. He's pretty good with his cock too. The shuttle got back pretty early, so I convinced Keith that there was time to take us both out to celebrate. He hesitated and tried to say that he needed to get home. I told him not to be such a scaredy cat and just to call his wife and tell her that the shuttle broke down and he was having to drive up to district to bring Shane home. We finally convinced him that the world would not end if he told Brenda another little white lie.
He relented and asked where we should go. I said that my mom and stepdad had taken my little brother and sister out of town and that there was plenty of whiskey at my house. Everyone liked that idea, so we hopped into Keith's car and took off. My battery was dead, so I borrowed Keith's cell phone and called Monica to see if she wanted to come over and join us. I talked to her brother and he told me she was out on a date. I turned his phone off and told them that it looked like they were stuck sharing me. They didn't seem too disappointed by that thought.
We got to my house, and when we were inside I made a drink for everyone and then excused myself to go to the bathroom. I had enough coke for two small lines in my purse. I went to the bathroom with it because I didn't want to do it in front of Keith. He thinks I quit that shit, but I haven't told him I started again. I'll quit again before I have to ship out for boot camp, but it would be such a waste of the next couple of months to have to be totally clean until I leave. So, I laid the lines out on a mirror in the bathroom and snorted them by myself. Coke's a lot more fun when you can share it, but oh fucking well.
