If only the boyfriend knew

 She came over unannounced again. Smoked crack on the porch, shot up in the bathroom. All standard practice for her. Even after trying to reason with this moron, she can't understand the logic behind someone asking her not to do that shit in their home. This one ttends to ramble and run her mouth. She never gets to the point. So you must constantly interrupt her and force her to spit it out. I ask her not to do anything here, but her childlike brain can't understand the concept of doing it BEFORE coming over. She apparently has a bedtime shot and a morning shot. 

Her phone has a strange and distinct ringtone. I know this because the ringtone was constant until about 4am. Her boyfriend, if you want to call him that, was constantly trying to reach her. Since robbing my house, he knows to keep miles from here. We ignored the calls, at her request. He is a special kind of pimp. He is a junkie that absolutely depends upon her to get his shit for him. He plays against her sympathies, acting pathetic. "Please don't leave me sick like this! I love you! Don't do this to me!" She is his meal ticket. What is infuriating to me is how she couldn't give a shit about her own family, her children, herself, or me. Yet the minute this scumbag cries and moans to her, she runs to him to make sure he's okay. Priorities, right? He is what is important to her. I never understood this kind of manipulation. I see it between family members, and between other junkie couples. You don't need to be smart, it cunning. It's a basic childish behavior that is reinforced by successive results. The same as a mother giving into a whining child rather than chastising the poor mutant. For whatever reason, we choose to latch onto someone as the person we care about, and then stretch the bounds of tolerable behavior from these cretins. 

That said, using hair conditioner makes an excellent lubrication for fucking someone in the ass while in the shower. I managed to get that on camera, knowing he is aware of our growing collection of films. She will forever be bound to this shithead. Doesn't mean I can't have fun with it. Personally, without him to have to deal with her shit, that responsibility would fall to me. I much prefer to bust a nut and send her on her way, and let him deal with the side of her that is not always sexy and nice. I like my illusions.