Thursday, December 22, 2011

Dead Rite chapter 90.03

“No love.” White grinned at his naive wife. “We're talking about methamphetamine, a class A restricted drug that causes a highly addictive dependency on a temporary euphoria combined with a tapering weight loss.”

“Not methylated spirits, then?”

“No.”

“So how do they take it, then, these street people.”

“Street people?” He ran through the conversation in his head, getting to 'street value' and making the connection. “It's generally smoked in a glass pipe, but it can also be injected, snorted or stuffed up the anus or urethra.”

“Ah.” Beryl squeezed past him heading for the kitchen. “I should ask for a prescription, then, if it's for weight loss.”

“I don't think that's a good idea at all, love.” He hugged her from behind while she still had the kettle in one hand ready to fill with water. “It's a prohibited drug for one thing, and besides, I love you just the way you are.”

She patted the hands around her waist. “That's sweet, love, but the doctor said I have to lose weight. Technically I'm obese and it's not doing me any good.” She reached for the tap. “And he also said you'd missed the last two appointments for your annual check up.”

“Ah, you know. Work and all that. If there's a case on I can't always make the appointments.” He nuzzled into her neck, planting kisses on the powdered folds.

She tapped his hands to make him release her and plugged the kettle in. The familiar his of water beginning to boil filled the room. “Cameron White. If I have to diet, you have to see the doctor. Is that clear?”

White gave a heavy sigh and nodded. “Yes, love.”

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