Allie and Kris went down to the footbridge which had become their pot smoking place. No one really went through this spot much as it really only lead to the gate in their backyard. The trail running along the back of the houses was seldom used as most of the occupants were now empty nesters. Allie packed a bowl from her para-for-mara kit she always had. Allie led off and lit the small pipe, took a pull and passed it to Kris. She took a small hit and handed it back.
“Allie you know Sam and I have been sorta, well you know.”
“Yes, I know you two have been screwing like rabbits,” Allie said after she puffed out some hazy blue smoke.
“Well yeah if you put it that way. Well I want you to know its okay. You and Sam I mean. I know Sam really likes you and I think we have been doing what we do because—Well, I don’t know— because we like love each other and have done nearly everything else together our whole lives. So you know? We are having fun and all but I don’t really see us as being together, together, you know?” Kris tried to explain between hits off the pipe.
“Yeah I’ve seen that, else I wouldn’t keep hitting on her. But I wasn’t really sure. So you love her but more as a best friend with benefits?”
“Yes but maybe less trite,” Kris took the pipe and pulled another small hit.
Allie looked at her quizzically. “You two are pretty amazing you know. I’ve never met anyone like you guys.”
“Most everyone has never met anyone like Sam,” Kris said.
“That is the truth.”
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