Itchy and Scratchy

Story Sent in by Edward:

I met Maura, an adorable redhead, at work. She spoke to me and asked for help with work issues often. One day during a storm I saw her walking to work and offered her a ride. We became closer friends after that.

My birthday was a workday and I didn't make any plans. She asked for a ride home that day, and once she found out it was my birthday, she said, "You should be out getting laid and getting hammered. Find us a bar." Well, you can imagine I floored it to the closest bar.

While we were drinking it was a fun, laugh filled conversation. Eventually she became serious. I asked several times what was wrong. The second time she simply said, "I got that itch."

I took this as a "do me" reference and I said, "Lets go get that taken care of then," thinking we were on the way to bow-chika-wow-wow.

She asked, "Are you okay with it?"

I assured her that I could help relieve those frustrations and scratch that itch she felt. She still seemed surprised.

"I wouldnt think you would do that. You dont seem the type."

"Well, I'm not a virgin you know."

Her eyes got huge. "No, no, no. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. I didnt even think about that."

Now I was intrigued. "What did you mean? What itch?"

Softly, almost whispering she said, "I need some crack."

I took this as a joke and laughed. In response she showed me her forearm which had been previously covered. There was a bandage over a two inch wide pink hole. Needless to say, I was stunned.

She explained that she had been trying to stay clean but had had a relapse. During the relapse she had dug a hole in her arm. Now she was fighting that "itch" to get some more. I explained I didnt know where to get any drugs and wished her luck.

We finished our drinks and headed for the car. Along the way she apologized for "not being in the mood and misleading me." I dropped her at home and grabbed a bottle on the way to mine.

We were cordial at work later. I never gave her a ride or went out drinking with her again.