"Wow! That's nice!" And nobody knew but her. She giggled, buttoned up the fly and searched in her drawer for a top. She settled for a silk cowboy shirt. Red with pearl buttons. She whirled before the mirror, bare feet tickling from the rug.

"If only I could wear clothes like this to school!" She wiggled her toes into a squeaky pair of Mexican hauarches and picked up a hair brush. The silk shirt rubbed her tiny pink nipples as she pulled the bristles through her hair. After a few strokes, it tumbled blondely over the fronts of her shoulders.

"Christ, am I ever a living doll," she said, puckering. Then she giggled, caressed her ass with both hands and rummaged in her desk for the corn-cob pipe she kept hidden there. She kept the grass in an old medicine bottle that she poked into the big stuffed tiger on her bed. After filling the bowl with green flakes, she wedged her stash back into the tear in the brightly grinning toy and found a match.

Like always, Sheri's first toke made her cunt tingle like wildfire. The second lungful of smoke brought dampness to the sparse blonde curls that edged each lip. She pulled more smoke from the pipe, holding it inside her for as long as possible. She let out her sixth toke with a burst of giggles and fell backwards on the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a long time, the pipe gone cold in her hand.

"Wow. Ohhhh wow." She was stoned. Good and stoned. She got up and put the pipe back in its corner in her drawer. Then she examined her eyes in the big mirror.

"Sheri Hawkins, you're blasted, gone, ripped." More giggles bubbled up from her throat. A silky feeling rushed over her skin. She felt very, very sexy. She was very, very sexy. Sheri giggled like crazy and rubbed her body up against the mirror. The hot points of her breasts thrilled from the cold glass. She touched her cowboy shirt, liking the way it hugged her slender form. If only her tits stood out more! She wobbled back to the center of the room. Then she opened the door and went out.