Adult Blogs: PIMP MY BLACK TEEN was right; I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I'd never opened a bottle of champagne before. She took it from my hands and had the cork popped in no time. After pouring us a glass, she dried her hands on one of the towels lying by the hot tub and produced a cigar from somewhere and lit it. Inhaling deeply, she moved over beside me and, pointing to her mouth, asked, "Do you want a shotgun?"
I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. Maybe a part of me still couldn't believe this whole scenario, with the Beastie Boy's "She's Crafty" now playing in the background and the undulating blue light all around us¡K and a sexy, half-naked woman old enough to be my mom asking me if I want a shotgun from her. Indicating the cigar in her hand, I asked, "Did you blunt that out?"