Chapter Two: The Stash is Discovered
It was a sunny day, as usual in Brady world. The kids had the day off from
school, and Greg was up in his attic pad taking hits off his pipe and daydreaming about Marcia. He dreamed of getting her fucked up and screwing the crap out of her. But for now, he settled for masturbating while smokin'
bud.
All of a sudden, Greg saw someone appear at the top of the stairs. He
frantically zipped up his groovy white bell bottom pants, completely forgetting that he was still holding his pipe and that his room reeked of
pot.
"Greg?" called Alice "I'm here to clean your room."
Greg, in a stoned stuper, sat on his throw pillows, looking like a dumbass,
bowl in hand. "Uh, hi Alice. groovy day isn't it?"
Alice frowned. "Greg. is that what I think it is?"
Greg looked sheepishly at all his paraphenilia scatted on the floor- papers, hitters, bowls, and of course baggies o' grass. "Um, it's for a school project Alice."
Alice held up her hand. "Greg, say no more. All I ask is that you share."
"WHAT?" cried Greg
"Oh come on, you honestly don't think I'm naturally this happy about being an old, unmarried, housekeeper do you?"
Greg relaxed a little. "Uh.."
"Just give me a few hits, and my lips are sealed."
Greg stuffed the pipe again, and Alice held it to her lips, lit it and inhaled. Greg was impressed at how long Alice could hold her smoke.
"Shit, Alice. I never knew." He said.
Alice smiled seductively. "I am a woman of many secrets." She took a few more tokes and handed the pipe back to Greg. "By the way, I have a full sized bong in my room that you are welcome to use whenever you want. Marcia and the others too."
"Thanks!" said Greg "Although I may have to cut back. this shit is getting to expensive and the guy who sells it to me is going off to school soon."
"Ah, never fear!" said Alice "Sam grows the shit, side business you know, I'm sure he'll cut you a real good deal."
"Oh Alice!" said Greg "You are far out!"
Alice gave a little moo of pleasure. "I sure am Greg..I am really fucked up man!"
And with that she picked up her dustrag and went back downstairs, to get her own stash of Hash and celebrate her discovery in privacy. Greg's secret was safe.
It was a sunny day, as usual in Brady world. The kids had the day off from
school, and Greg was up in his attic pad taking hits off his pipe and daydreaming about Marcia. He dreamed of getting her fucked up and screwing the crap out of her. But for now, he settled for masturbating while smokin'
bud.
All of a sudden, Greg saw someone appear at the top of the stairs. He
frantically zipped up his groovy white bell bottom pants, completely forgetting that he was still holding his pipe and that his room reeked of
pot.
"Greg?" called Alice "I'm here to clean your room."
Greg, in a stoned stuper, sat on his throw pillows, looking like a dumbass,
bowl in hand. "Uh, hi Alice. groovy day isn't it?"
Alice frowned. "Greg. is that what I think it is?"
Greg looked sheepishly at all his paraphenilia scatted on the floor- papers, hitters, bowls, and of course baggies o' grass. "Um, it's for a school project Alice."
Alice held up her hand. "Greg, say no more. All I ask is that you share."
"WHAT?" cried Greg
"Oh come on, you honestly don't think I'm naturally this happy about being an old, unmarried, housekeeper do you?"
Greg relaxed a little. "Uh.."
"Just give me a few hits, and my lips are sealed."
Greg stuffed the pipe again, and Alice held it to her lips, lit it and inhaled. Greg was impressed at how long Alice could hold her smoke.
"Shit, Alice. I never knew." He said.
Alice smiled seductively. "I am a woman of many secrets." She took a few more tokes and handed the pipe back to Greg. "By the way, I have a full sized bong in my room that you are welcome to use whenever you want. Marcia and the others too."
"Thanks!" said Greg "Although I may have to cut back. this shit is getting to expensive and the guy who sells it to me is going off to school soon."
"Ah, never fear!" said Alice "Sam grows the shit, side business you know, I'm sure he'll cut you a real good deal."
"Oh Alice!" said Greg "You are far out!"
Alice gave a little moo of pleasure. "I sure am Greg..I am really fucked up man!"
And with that she picked up her dustrag and went back downstairs, to get her own stash of Hash and celebrate her discovery in privacy. Greg's secret was safe.