Cara Wright is a beautiful woman. Evan at the age of 39, and after having three kids in eight years, she looks great. Cara works hard to keep her figure and remain youthful looking.
She has long, wavy, dark brown--almost black--hair that hangs below her shoulder blades. Big, beautiful green eyes, thick eyebrows and a captivating smile. Even the tiny mole on her left cheek only highlights her attractive face.
She is 5'9", with long, shapely legs and a nice 36-26-36 figure with full B-cup breasts, that had swollen to C-cups before giving birth to her third child almost two years ago. They have gradually decreased closer to their original size since she stopped breast feeding a year ago, but many of her B-cup bras still feel too snug on her, while C-cups bras are too large.
Most people who meet her find it hard to believe that she is 39, saying that she doesn't look more than 30. She has her daily regiment of exercise and yoga to thank for that, as well as a ritual of skincare treatment. With a little makeup and hair treatments to help too.
Cara has been married to Phil for 15 years now. They met when both were 22, and dated for two years before getting married.
Cara's life with Phil, and her three children, has been a good one. But lately Cara has been feeling a little disjointed.
Her fortieth birthday is coming up. That, and what she suspects is the remnants of postpartum depression, has put her in a bit of a midlife crisis.
Cara has nothing to complain about, but she finds herself thinking back to her life when she was between the ages of 16 and 21; before all of the changes and responsibilities of being an adult, a wife, and a mother kicked in.
As she faces turning forty, there are times when she wishes that she could go back to those days of her youth, if just for a day or two at least, and relive some of those carefree times.
She expressed this with Phil a few times, but he does not feel the same. Phil's life was more structured in his youth, so he doesn't have the same memories of times of reckless abandon like she does.
Phil grew up in church, and has always been a responsible guy. That was something that Cara admires about him. And it helped to straighten her life out when they began dating.
It's not like Cara was wild and crazy or anything. But she definitely had a free spirit streak in her. She dabbled in pot and hash, drinking, and had five sexual partners before meeting Phil.
By contrast, Phil only drank casually, never did any drugs, and had only been with one longtime girlfriend sexually before meeting Cara. She took pride in saying that she more or less trained him to be exactly what she needed in the bedroom.
But now Cara was looking for a way out of the current slump she has been in. It's not like she has fallen out of love or anything. No, she is happy with her relationship and family. But she wants something to bring back that spark she is missing from days gone by.
A friend had suggested that she try getting high again. It has been well over fifteen years since Cara had smoked pot or hash. When she mentioned to Phil about how marijuana is now legal in their state, he scoffed at the idea. He also reminded her that, do to restrictions from their jobs, they still could get in trouble if caught smoking it.
Cara hadn't thought about that. She didn't want to risk getting her name on any database at a local dispensary that might one day be discovered by their employers. She also thought the prices were too high.
Her friend told her that local dealers still sold pot and hash, and usually for less than the legal stuff you could get at the dispensary.
Cara waved the idea off. But today she was feeling more down than usual. So her friend Sally invited her to go to lunch, and perhaps a drink or two, at Louis' Place. Cara met with her and they sat at a table, where each enjoyed a Greek Salad and a wine spritzer, while Cara talked over over her feelings.
Once again, Sally suggested that Cara buy some weed. Cara replied that she would love to smoke some pot, or maybe even hash again, but she had no idea how to get it without going to a dispensary, which she was not willing to do because of work.
Neither Cara nor Sally was aware that the woman sitting next to them could overhear their conversation.
Alice Potter was a 34-year-old woman who looked and behaved like someone who would fit in to an old fashioned hippy culture more than today's society. She was a thin woman, standing 5'7" and weighing 110 pounds, with a narrow 32-A, 22-32 body. She had long, straight, dirty-blonde hair, brown eyes and a smattering a freckles on her cute face. She wore a loose fitting, long, rust colored, lace trimmed tiered cami maxi dress, with thin shoulder straps, no bra, and sandals.
Alice listened to Cara's comments with interest, all while texting her boyfriend, Kelly. At her boyfriend's urging, Alice stealthily took a picture of Cara and texted it to Kelly, and the two of them came up with a plan.
Kelly mentioned a warehouse complex about a mile away, and said that he had helped empty one of the units the day before, and knew it was unlocked. He suggested inviting Cara there to get high.
Alice didn't think it would work, but was willing to give it a try. She paid her tab and waited until Cara and Sally ended their visit. Pleased when she saw Cara going to the ladies room as Sally left, that would mean that she had time to talk to her alone.
As Carla was leaving, Alice motioned for her to stop and introduced herself.
After a brief conversation, Alice spoke softly, saying, "I understand that you are interested in getting some pot or hashish."
Cara became nervous at the comment. Alice reassured her that she wasn't law enforcement, but that her boyfriend sold small amounts of both. "In fact, I'm going to meet with him now to get stoned. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you joined us. Perhaps you might want to buy some if you like it."
Seeing Cara look about nervously, Alice suggested that they they go outside where there was less chance of being overheard.
Cara agreed. She knew that she should just end this conversation and leave, but there was something enticing about Alice's offer. She wasn't sure if it was the thrill of doing something that she shouldn't be doing, or just having her senses slightly dulled by two wine spritzers during lunch, or a combination of the two. But Alice was making her consider the possibility.
Besides, she thought to herself, it's just marijuana. It's not like a serious drug.
The temptation was too much, so Carla called the office and said that she was going home early and then agreed to go with Alice.
Alice called Kelly and confirmed that he had already gone to the warehouse and let him know that Cara was joining them.
Cara could not believe that she was going to go through with this. But she really wanted to do something to spice up her life and get her out of her current doldrums.
Alice asked Cara to give her a ride to where Kelly would be waiting, so they got into Cara's car and left.
Alice directed her to the old warehouse district. The place looked downtrodden to Cara, but Alice assured her that it was safe. She directed Cara to drive around to the back row. Alice saw Kelly's car parked at the corner along the fence. Then she spotted the open bay door to the unit that Kelly mentioned.
"Pull in there." Alice said.
Cara drove onto the bay, parking half way inside.
She saw a man standing inside. Alice told her that this was Kelly.
He was about six feet tall; a little shorter than Cara's husband. Kelly was thin, like Alice. Probably weighing no more than 170 pounds. He had short brown hair, brown eyes and narrow facial features. An average looking man at best.
He was wearing khaki pants and a colorful Hawaiian style shirt, and brown deck shoes with no socks.
Alice and Cara strapped out of the car and walked to the front end of the car where Kelly came to meet them.
"You must be Cara." Kelly said.
Cara was feeling nervous, but believed that it was just because she was technically doing something illegal for the first time in over fifteen years. She also knew that she had to keep Phil from finding out about this.
"You want to take a hit?" Kelly asked.
