In the late Spring of 2010, I began divorce proceedings from my wife of 10 years while my sister, Melissa, was close to breaking up with her live-in boyfriend of four years. I was 39 and Melissa was 28. At the time, I was residing in Indianapolis, our hometown, while she was residing in Omaha, Nebraska.
Residing about a 10-hour drive from each other, Melissa and I got together about every third or fourth weekend - a mixture each of us visiting the other or meeting at in between points in Missouri, Iowa, and Illinois. And every time, we got massively stoned on weed until we both passed out.
Far more than merely being brother and sister, Melissa and I were lifelong best friends and hard core weed buddies. I was particularly protective of her since I was 11 years older and she had a fairly strong case of Asperger Syndrome, which among other things made her hypersensitive and emotionally fragile. I had a big part in raising her from the start and also became her legal guardian when our mother died, when I was 23 and Melissa was 12.
She and I had lived together our entire lives until four years earlier, when she moved to Omaha for her current boyfriend. Feeling that her boyfriend was a bad match for her, I encouraged her to break up with him and move into my new apartment. I knew that she and I would be a great help to each other in recovering.
But that Summer, she was arrested for selling weed. She pled guilty in the hope of leniency, but she had three previous possession of marijuana convictions, and was on probation for the last of them when arrested for selling, so she got no sympathy from the judge. He sentenced her to five years in prison. I promised to drive out and visit her on the third Saturday of every month.
On Tuesday, October, 12, I received an email message on Facebook from a Kimberly Jo Blair, with whom I'd never had contact but knew was Melissa's best friend and weed buddy in Nebraska. Her message read:
Hi, Steven! We've never met before, but I know that Melissa has told you about me. She told me that you're coming out to visit her on Saturday and asked me to invite you to spend the night at my brother's and my house. She doesn't want you to have to get a hotel room every time you drive out here and she figured that we'd get along very well. We can hang out and smoke a few joints. I always knew that you and Melissa had an awesome relationship, just like my brother and me, but I never realized just how much you love her until she told me that you were going to drive out there to see her every month. That is so awesome and it'll pull her through her time in prison. She deserves someone like you. Thanks for all you've done for her and I hope to see you Saturday! Kim
I immediately responded:
High Kim, it's so great to meet you after hearing so much about you for the last few months! Melissa talks about you all the time and you sound awesome!
I promise that I'll stick with her forever no matter what! She's the best sister, fried, and weed buddy anyone could ever have, so it's my pleasure to drive out there to visit her every month!
You're so lucky that you've been around her so much for the last few months! I hope I'll be around her so much in the future!
Thanks so much for the invitation to spend the night! It'll be great to meet you in person and talk about Melissa and whatever else comes to mind! And as for the joints, FUCK YES! I'll be so ready for heavy doses of weed by the time I get there! And Melissa told me that you're a super blast to get fucked up with! Just give me your address and I'll be there!
Thanks again and best wishes! I'll see you Saturday and please feel free to write again anytime!
Hugs from Steven
Right afterward, I went to Melissa's Facebook page, found Kim on the friends list, and added her. Then I lit a joint and set up a computer slide show of the 8,000 pictures of luscious female soles that I've saved onto my computer. I hoped that masturbating to those pictures would get me through the time until I could worship a pair in person again. Furthermore, delving into all those soles helped me release the tension of Melissa's imprisonment.
Upon arriving home from work the next day, I got online and saw that Kim had confirmed me as a friend. I immediately went to her page to learn about her.
Her birthday was listed as July 2, 1984, thus making her 26 at the time. Her status was listed as "In a relationship," and her "likes" included many pro-marijuana groups, which I was very glad to see, though not surprised. Melissa told me that she and Kim often did weed together.
Next I clicked on the pictures section. Kim was a white BBW. She was beautiful and had long, straight, sandy brown hair, almost to her waist. Her fat was evenly proportioned throughout her body.
The pictures showed Kim in a wide variety of places and situations, both indoors and outdoors, and she was always casually dressed. In many of the pictures, she was with a man named Tom, who was obviously her boyfriend. They had one or both arms around each other in many pictures and the look in their eyes was very romantic as well. He was a very fit man who looked like he was about 25 years older. His last name wasn't listed, nor was he on her friends list.
Her older brother, Ken, was in several pictures as well. I knew from Melissa that Kim and Ken shared a house together and had a very close relationship. In several of the pictures, Kim was wearing sandals. Unfortunately, however, she was never wearing flip flops or barefooted. Furthermore, none of her sandal pictures gave a close look at her feet. I so much hoped to see them, especially her soles, when I met her in person.
The next day, Thursday, Kim responded:
High to you, too, Steven! I like that pun! It's great to meet you, too! So I'm a super blast to get fucked up with?! Wow, those are big words to live up to! I'll do my best! But I know that Melissa loves getting fucked up with each of us, so I'm sure you and I will do just fine together!
I'm with my boyfriend right now, so I need to go, but here's my address and my phone number! See you this weekend! I'll get the joints rolled in the meantime!
Hugs from Kim
I was already developing strong feelings for Kim, but I figured that nothing would come out of them, since she had a boyfriend and seemed very happy with him. Still, I was very happy to have her as my new friend and weed buddy. And it was nice to finally be able to talk about Melissa with someone who knows her.
On Saturday, the alarm woke me up at 3:30 AM and I left home at 4. Stopping just once, for gas, I drove from Indianapolis to the Nebraska state women's prison, arriving a few minutes before the visiting time began, at 4:30 PM.
After having to go through a metal detector and get frisked, I was allowed into a large visiting room. Melissa entered just a few minutes later, dressed in an orange prison uniform. It was my first time seeing her since her most recent arrest. She looked exhausted, depressed, and embarrassed. She tearfully explained that having looked up to me for her whole life, she was ashamed for me to see her in a prison uniform.
Under prison rules, the only physical contact we were allowed was one brief hug and kiss at the beginning and end of the visit. We talked until visiting hours ended at 8:00 and she was tearful much of the time. Little of the conversation was devoted to our common interests. I tried that, but her heart didn't seem to be into it.
Instead, she mostly talked about her case, and her fear that it would ruin the rest of her life and her relationship with me. I did my best to assure her that it would all be okay, and that I would stay with her forever no matter what, that she would always be welcome to live with me, and that I'd take care of her if she couldn't get a job. She seemed to appreciate my words but not be fully convinced of them.
The time flew by so fast, it seemed like just a few minutes. We were both tearful as we hugged and said goodbye, but it was at least bearable, knowing that I'd be returning in just a few weeks.
From there, I went straight to Kim's house, which was about a one hour drive, just outside of Omaha. The house was small and isolated, located on a state highway. No other houses were in sight.
I arrived at the front door with a duffle bag. I knocked on the door and Kim answered in just a few seconds. She was wearing a white T shirt, an unbuttoned plaid flannel shirt, red sweat pants, and white socks. I estimated that she was 5'5" and 225 lbs.
"Hey there!" she said as she opened her arms, looking and acting like she was already pretty stoned.
"Good to see you!" I said as I took her in my arms and we had a long, tight hug.
As she let go of me, she said "Come on in" while motioning me toward her. She walked me across the room to the couch. And it was obvious from the smell of the house that she was as much of a stoner as Melissa and I are.
Since she had a boyfriend, I figured she'd sit on one the left or right of the three cushions and that would be my cue to sit on the other far side. But she sat on the middle cushion, which intrigued me. I sat down on her right, just a few inches away from her. Right in front of us was a coffee table with a cigar box, a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke, and a large bag of potato chips.
Kim leaned forward and pulled a joint and a lighter out of the cigar box, then turned to me and asked "Are you ready?!"
"Oh yeah!" I said, sounding tired but very enthusiastic.
As she handed me the joint and lighter, she said "I figured you would be after the long day you've had!"
"Well yeah, but then again I'm always ready for weed!"
"Me too!" she said as I lit the joint and inhaled. I felt the THC go to work on my brain almost instantly and it was obvious that this was first class weed.
As soon as I was done exhaling, I handed the joint to Kim and said "Oh fuck, this is some awesome shit!"
"Wow, thanks!" Kim said. "My brother and I grow our own!"
"That's awesome!" I said as she took her first inhalation. "How long have you been doing that?"
"13 years now."
"No wonder it's so good! You two must have it down to a science by now!"
"Of course!"
"Have you been smoking it that long?"
"Oh yeah! Ken gave me my first joint when I was 12, and I've done it pretty much every day since!"
"Wow! I gave Melissa her first joint, too, but I waited until her 16th birthday!"
