And it's so hard to keep my fucking mouth shut. So hard to keep my hands off you. I love you so much... Smiles and hours of conversation. I can't say I haven't missed this... But I want you... I may be desperate by monday. I have my own pills. Little do they know I won't tell them shit about side effects. I could sell them and make enough money to buy as many Lortab as I fucking want. Haha. Ms. Doutre would be so disappointed. We are more fucked up than we give ourselves credit for.