Greater Expectations.

 I enter the new month without a word from Justice. The same day I was visited by the Cousin, Justice had earlier graced me with a quickie, before taking off to seek her fortunes elsewhere. I gave her 40 or 60, I don't remember. That night when the Cousin showed up unannounced, she came in, and the usual happened. Trashed the place, did drugs, spent at least an hour with the water running in the bathroom, all the usual eccentricities. I'm divided on her lack of respect. On the one hand, it's a major annoyance to me, but on the other, this is an oasis, like a free hotel room where creating a mess relaxes her. The rude bitch. The girl maintains odd and infuriating behaviors, such as filling a mug half way with hair conditioner, or mixing into a lovingly prepared meal several large teaspoons of mayonnaise. Girls tend to use up and take anything they think it's easily replaceable, with the though they it's no big deal. Well, then! Let her go all the way to Walmart and get some more Lysol to replace the bottle she  empties into...a different container. The reasoning behind this odd behavior is a mystery, I suspect, even to her, living with such a person would be out of the question. No one needs that much chaos in their lives just for a girl to bend over for five minutes and offer up a little pussy. She left that night, and Justice is AWOL. I don't care. All they did was remove the main dish in a buffet, in a sea of restaurants.