The Tale of Alison

Prolouge:Here Falls A Conversation Between The Millier And His Druggies.
     So what I am the Miller, and doing drugs was not a thriller. They say when your on drugs, the truth comes out from underneath the rugs. The day was short and the night was about to be long. Let's all huddle Together like a camp fire but with no campfire song. Fire up that dope and pass it to me. I think to myself "it makes me feel so free". Don't hog it Mann just puff puff pass, I have a tale to tell while we are all here at last.
Here begins The Tale Of Alison.
     There was a girl named Alison and she was a wife. A wife to jealous John, he was a carpenter all his life. Alison was slim sparkling eyes very beautiful, she was a babe and very dutiful. She had him warm cooked meals ready and did her wifely chores, make sure everything was clean from the roof to the floors. Very friendly with her neighbors and sang lullabies. But from morning to night her godly ways would switch. Everyone thought she was godly and faithful but was a low-key witch. She seemed so innocent and sweet but that was only an act. There were Secrets I knew that made her a rat.
     Once her husband gets home and deep into sleep, she would sneak out and becomes such a creep. She would leave out of sight and sneak out throughout the night. Getting into the cars to sneak into the bars. She takes one shot two shots three shots four, then head her way towards the dance floor. Flirting from guy to guy as if she was single, being a un-loyal wife ready to mingle. She ease out  of the bar with one man, hm to go make her some money as easy as she can. Yes a prostitute I tell you also a cheater.
     Once she leave the strange man they goes to a room. To go cheat on her husband I must assume. They took a bag inside and guess what it was. It was a bag full of drugs (crack) they both sniff and began to hug. They began to make out while the drug was on the table. A wife she supposed to be not owning up to her label. As making out with the male got more serious and deeper, as if they was making love their bodies gotten weaker and was a good creeper.
     As the night got young and the male was asleep. She would find all his money and values and leave without making a peep. A wife you say? Not at night but yes during the day. She had went home and sneak into the house, take a shower making sure she was quiet as a mouse. Then she climbed back into the bed, and gave her husband a kiss on the head.