Coffee breath (OG BUNDRON NO SMUT)

Chapter 1: "the start"

May 3rd, 1972
Ronnie was always a shy, hyper sexual, well, let's just say person who hangs out near the alleyways of Seattle and buys drugs. By "buy" I mean they'll pay with a entire lap dance for meth. They flinch when someone yells at them or rises a hand at them and acts like they're about to slap them or hit them. They've even flashed their tits for some weed. They drink, I sometimes see them at the local bar. For just a shot of vodka they sold their body to the public for 5 weeks. It ended in 2 hours due to me not wanting to have sex with them.
May 4th, 1972
Ronnie is back at the bar. Just sitting next to me. They look tired...I'm worried. Some man tried to snatch her up and rape her. I ended up giving her some aftercare and took her back home with me. I keep a blanket in my car in case of having to pick someone up or bring them back with me and they need rest, or they need some warmth. I gave it to her, she thanked me. As soon as we reached home, I picked her up wedding style and placed her on the bed when we got inside. She slowly woke up, looking like a homeless person who just woke up from a coma due to weed.