[ WP ] You take your new wife to the city for your honeymoon . She has no idea you have a kilo of heroin in the trunk to deliver .

`` Thanks, I'll park it myself. You just take our luggage up to our room,'' I tell the bellboy. 
 
 I turn to my wife. `` Go on, honey. I'll be right up.'' 
 
 She gives me a kiss and walks out of the car. I look at that sweet behind as she walks up the stairs. Boy, did I ever get lucky. 
 
 I drive over to the parking lot, thinking, man... *she* is n't as lucky as she thinks she is. I wonder, is she ever going to question how I afforded this extravagant Las Vegas honeymoon on my teacher's salary? I feel a familiar pang of guilt in my chest. I wonder how much death I've caused, dealing this poison out to the world. How many hopeful young kids who do n't know any better, how much lost potential. 
 
 I calm myself. Whoever's going to get hooked on this stuff deserves it. I mean, it's fucking heroin - you know what you're getting yourself into. It's either a last-ditch measure against crippling sadness or... well, if you're that stupid, you *deserve* what you get. Natural selection, is what it is. I'm actually helping the world rid itself of the weak-willed. 
 
 In the midst of this iron-cast reasoning, I find an empty space and park. I get out, still feeling generally uneasy. The damn stuff's been in the back of my head for this whole trip, like a bad itch. Yet I managed to slip past all the customs, all the checks - and here I am. I ca n't wait for Pablo to show up and rid me of this horrible package... I ca n't help myself: I have to check if everything's all right, if there's been any spills. I move over to the gas deposit, open the cap and pull on the tiny string. 
 
 `` What are you doing?'' My heart skips a few beats. Joanna! 
 
 `` Wha - huh?'' is all I can manage as I quickly turn around, still holding the string behind my back. `` Honey, what are you doing here?'' 
 
 `` I forgot my purse in the glove box, but... what are you hiding there?'' 
 
 She does n't seem as annoyed as I'd expect - but of course she does n't, she has no idea, yet. She will in a moment though. 
 
 She moves closer to me and reaches behind me. With a look of resignation, I let her catch the string. 
 
 `` Oh my...'' 
 
 She pulls it all out, the cylindrical plastic bag full of the brown dust. `` Honey, listen...'' I say, without really having anything to follow up on that. 
 
 `` Is this smack?'' she questions. 
 
 `` It's... what?'' Did I just hear her call it by its street name? 
 
 `` Oh my God, Ron! Is this smack?'' She's got a glint in her eye. Something is screaming inside my head, but I'm not sure what it's saying. 
 
 `` You're a smack dealer? Oh honey... *that's wonderful! *'' She hugs me. I am frozen. 
 
 `` Oh I was so afraid you'd find out... this is incredible... you really are the one for me, are n't you?'' 
 
 She looks at the bag she's holding behind my back. `` Is this stuff any good? Oh, did you make that in your chemistry lab? Is it really pure?'' She ca n't contain her joy. I look into her eyes sternly, but she only looks back with unending love. 
 
 `` We have to celebrate, honey! I've got the necessaries in my purse. You do what you need to, I'll be waiting...'' 
 
 She hops around to the passenger's side, gets her purse and walks up to the hotel entrance. She turns once to smile warmly at me. 
 
 A cold sweat washes over me. My mind is racing, my chest pounding. There are rehabilitation programs, she' not too far gone, I'd be able to tell... but deep down, I know. I know that once you've gone down that road, it does n't matter how long you manage to stay clean - you never escape. A little devil in the back of your head will never stop whispering. 
 
 God damn it. 
 
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 ^ ( edit: minor fixes )
