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 Ashlee's Weakness: Letting Sleeping Dogs Lie by pointless() Story codes and
what not: FF, college, drugs, roommates

   Author's Note: This is the second part of Ashlee's Weakness which is
itself part of a larger story arch beginning with my stories Ashlee and
Naiya's Sleepover and Macy's Crush.  There are more stories involved, but
as I listed many of them in the previous installment I won't bother to do
so here.  All stories (plus many others I've written over the years) can be
accessed from my profile, so feel free to go there if you find yourself
getting lost or wanting to read more.

   Please feel free to send me feedback whether negative or positive in
nature.  I did edit this myself, so there are most likely plenty of small
errors in the text which hopefully won't bother anyone too much.  If anyone
notices anything big and ultra annoying I'd love to know about it so I can
fix it or at least try to avoid making the same mistake in the future.  As
long as it's well intentioned and polite I am more than happy to read any
criticisms you might have on this or any other story I have written.

   And in case you were wondering all characters in this story involved in
any acts of a sexual nature are at least eighteen years of age.

   Enjoy.

   When Ashlee arrived back at the apartment from her night of passion with
Carrie she couldn't help but be darkly happy to see her lover asleep in her
bed.  Of course, she really had no reason to expect anything else.  Macy
wasn't, after all, one to worry.  A perfect example of this truth was the
fact that when Ashlee had finally gathered the courage to turn on her phone
after sitting in her car for more than fifteen minutes in the parking lot
where she and Carrie had parted ways she only found one text from her lover
that had simply said "hope ur having fun.  I'm going to bed.  Tell me about
in the mornin.  Xoxo.:)" and that was it.  No passive aggressive messages,
no half dozen missed calls and no anything else.  There was just one little
text and nothing more.

   As Ashlee stood in the doorway of their bedroom staring at Macy sleeping
so peacefully and managing to look so devastatingly cute despite the drool
slowly leaking from the corner of her mouth Ashlee couldn't help but feel
like the worst person to ever walk the face of the earth.  At least a part
of her wanted to feel like the worst person in the world.  Really though
she didn't feel like anything at that moment.  She just felt empty,
somewhat vaguely sad and tired.  She was very, very tired.

   Sure, the guilty part of her wanted to wake up Macy right then and there
to shake and beg her for forgiveness for the horrible thing she'd done, but
it was honestly just a small part of her.  The rest of her just wanted to
be left alone to sit in the dark of the living room thinking about nothing,
doing nothing and, most of all, feeling nothing.  She didn't want to
contemplate her sin, the effects it might and should have on her
relationship with Macy or her friendship with Carrie.  She just wanted to
disappear into her head and feel nothing for awhile.

   So that's what she did more or less.  It was a shockingly easy thing to
do.  She already felt fairly numb and, again, extremely tired.  All it took
was one lousy Vicodin from her stash, a couple of hits of the good stuff
she and Macy ha