It was after nine o'clock when she tapped on Robby's door again. She had on exactly what she'd worn that afternoon while visiting him, except for one important difference. Three droplets of musk perfume she'd found on Mona's dresser. Two drops had been used up on her ears. Sheri had placed the third with a giggle and a hot rush of excitement. Holding her soft cunt lips apart, she'd placed it on the very tip of her clit. The pink nubbin swelled as the musk trickled down and Sheri had quickly sealed the magic inside her by pressing her labia together and holding them that way while she chanted a little spell. Then she'd jammed her corn-cob pipe into a pocket and tip-toed to Robby's room.

"Sure, you can come in," he said, opening the door wide and leaving it that way. Sheri almost closed it herself but didn't. She sat on the edge of the bed, hands on her knees. She ached for Robby to kiss her. To do what he'd almost done that afternoon. But he was setting up the chessboard instead, moving chain around.

"Chess isn't very exciting," she said, "unless there's something at stake."

"There's always something at stake. You win or lose."

"I mean something… something tangible." She smiled. She found it that afternoon in the dictionary and practiced until she was sure it would come out right. Robby finished putting the pieces in place. Sheri set her corn-cob pipe on the table and grinned.

"I didn't think you did any grass," Robby admitted. He took a deep breath and put the pipe in his mouth. In a second it was going and he passed it over. They smoked slowly, holding the stuff inside. Sheri was ready and felt her high coming on quick.

"Better shut the door," she said. "In case mom's in early and smells it."

"Yeah." Robby's eyes looked dreamy. She hadn't told him that it was really strong grass. Colombian supposedly. She turned the lock on the door and went back to stand behind Robby. It was the only place she could get up the nerve to ask what she wanted to ask.