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This fictional account contains explicit sexual materials, adult language and sexual themes. If these offend you, please do not read further. The persons and events described in this work are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental. Copyright 2002 by SSTORYMAN. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to reproduce this story in any form and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial This is a sequel to the author's "Revenge" posted March 2000 and "The Affair" posted January, 1997. It may be helpful to read (or re-read) them before reading this story. There are also some references to characters who first appeared in the author's "Lisa's Quest" and "The Vacation." But familiarity with these stories isn't necessary to enjoy this one. Finally, thanks to AZ-MAN for his editorial suggestions, support and encouragement. CONFLICT OF INTEREST 10. The Ultimate Revenge. "So Mom's on drugs?" Priscilla sighed, disappointed by her sister's lack of comprehension. "Uppers, Penny, not drugs exactly. I mean, yeah, I guess they are drugs. But they only give you a buzz, make you a little hyper. That's all." The sisters were at the coffee shop again, smoking. Penny liked spending time with her older sister, and Priscilla for her part liked the company of a fellow smoker when her other friends weren't around. "So, why tell me this?" "Someday, Penny, one or both of us will get caught smoking. When it happens, we need something to negotiate with. It looks like Mom's doing something illegal. Some of her prescription bottles are in another woman's name. They're all from one of Aunt Sandy's friends on the lung association board. He's writing them for Mom. The whole thing stinks. So if they want you and me to keep quiet about it, both Mom and Aunt Sandy will have to back off." "You mean, they'll have to let us smoke?" Priscilla nodded. "I'm not looking for trouble. But if Mom finds out you or me is smoking and tries to stop us, I think we may have enough leverage to make her start buying my - I mean, our - cigarettes for us." "But Pris, that's blackmail." The older girl nodded as she lit up another cigarette. "It's a tough world, Penny. Mom and I don't get along very well these days. I'll do whatever I need to in order to protect myself - and you, of course. If Mom wants her pills, then I - I mean, we - get to keep our cigarettes." Penny followed her sister's lead and lit up another Marlboro Light Menthol 100. From smoking with Grace after school and her sister in the evening, she was quickly developing a hefty appetite for nicotine. She smiled as she exhaled upwards. "I don't know about this, Prissy. It sounds like you're planning on going to war or something." "It _is_ war, Squirt. Pure and simple. You don't want to quit smoking, do you?" Penny vigorously shook her head 'no.' "Absolutely not," she strongly asserted. "I don't think I _ever_ want to quit. In fact, I wish I could smoke all the time. I really like it." "Like I said, I'm not planning on bringing this up. But if Mom starts messing with us about smoking, I'm not afraid to fight back." Jim, the evening manager, came up to their table. "How are you guys doing tonight?" "Just fine, Jim," Priscilla smiled back. She blinked her eyes. "Why don't you join us? We sure don't mind if you want to take a smoke break," she laughed suggestively. "We like your coffee, but we _love_ the opportunity to smoke while we drink it." "I wish I could," he stammered, obviously captivated by Priscilla Preston's striking looks and long blond hair. "I'm on duty now. In half an hour, though, it's time for my break. If you're still here, maybe I can come back, sit with you for a few minutes and smoke with you guys." Priscilla took a prolonged drag. She opened her mouth and snap-inhaled a gigantic ball of smoke down into her chest. She tilted her head and smiled at Jim, while twin streams of smoke flowed from her nostrils. "If we're still here, Jim, I hope you will do just that!" "Okay," the manager grinned. "I'll see you then." "Prissy, what are you doing?" Penny demanded as he walked away. "He's in college or older, and you - I mean, we - are just in high school." "Relax, Squirt. I already told you. When you're a teenage smoker, you need to cultivate all the friends you possibly can. You never know when you'll need 'em. Anyway, I didn't tell Jim I'd fuck him, for God's sake. I only invited him to have coffee and a cigarette with us. Besides," she smirked. "He's kind of cute. And, he smokes. That's a plus. I think me being a smoker turns him on." Penny looked mystified. "What?" "Squirt, you'll discover that lots of boys like girls who smoke. Oh, I suppose there are also lots who hate it. But many guys think it's sexy. Next time you take a drag and inhale, glance over and see if our friend Jim isn't watching you." Penny decided to try it. She took a long drag, imitated her sister's snap-inhale, and turned her head toward the counter while she exhaled. Sure enough, Jim's eyes were riveted upon her. Seeing her seeing him, he grinned and self-consciously looked away. "Oh my God," Penny gasped. "You're right. He's watching us." Priscilla smirked. "There's a lot of advantages to being a smoker, Squirt. It's not only cool. It's also a guy-magnet sometimes. Don't worry. You'll soon learn that." Penny shook her head. "I had no idea. But I really like how he looked at me just now." "Then just keep right on smoking, kid," her sister laughed. "It only gets better." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Charity felt nervous as she drove home from Sandy's house. She couldn't believe everything that had just happened! She felt apprehensive. Rene would ask what happened, and it'd be tough to deny. Her roommate would undoubtedly notice her exhaustion. And her entire body was covered with the telltale marks left over from Sandy's many passionate kisses. She reached in her purse and retrieved her cigarettes. At a stoplight she slipped a Marlboro Light 100 into her mouth, clicked her lighter, and lit up. She'd already smoked a ton with Sandy, and for the most part Sandy reciprocated and did the same. Charity's smoking tolerance had reached a new level. She was always ready for another cigarette. She was smoking more often in the evenings, even if Rene wasn't around. This cigarette, the one she was now smoking, was probably her tenth of the night so far, even further evidence of just how much her habit had deepened recently. She took a long, drawn-out drag and thought about Sandy. God, for a woman who was intellectually committed to destroying smokers, Sandy Rogers smoked awfully damn well! It was an astonishing reversal. By her count, Sandy had six cigarettes in a couple hours, if she counted the first one that she only half-smoked before they began having sex. By the time she finally left, she knew Sandy was good and ready for Larilyn and Adrienne. Her client's former familiarity with smoking had been completely reestablished. It was only Friday night. If everything went as planned, the liaison with Larilyn and Adrienne would happen on Sunday. What she wasn't sure of, however, and what she didn't want to think about, was how the events of the next few nights might affect Sandy in the long run. There was no doubt in her mind that Sandy's smoking escapade had reawakened a long dormant, compelling love of nicotine. For God's sake, she mused, Sandy smoked two packs a day for years when she was a teenager and into her mid twenties. Tonight's performance demonstrated just how easy it was, and how easy it would be, for Sandy to fall right back into her old smoking patterns. The truth was, Charity liked Sandy. She _really_ liked her. Of course there was the political benefit of bringing down the infamous president of the lung association, and sucking her back into her old life as an avowed smoker. But in reality she mostly wanted Larilyn's scheme to succeed because she _personally_ wanted Sandy to smoke. She desperately wanted that beautiful mature woman, the one who was the spitting image of Hilary Clinton, to be a smoker again, to be just like her. She'd begun to feel a romantic relationship with Sandy was something she wanted. It wasn't that she was tired of Rene. She wasn't. But Sandy Rogers offered the promise of a different relationship. For one thing, Sandy was older, more mature, and yet still remarkably sexy and very attractive. She was also more seasoned as a lover than Rene. From their short time together, Sandy showed an amazing ability to do things sexually that Charity never before experienced. During her drive home, she fantasized about Sandy returning to her old life as a smoker, giving up her job as president of the lung association, and becoming her lover! The dreaming raised complexities, of course. If it worked out, and she left Rene for Sandy, would working at Johnson & Myers turn into a nightmare? And how would others react? It was one thing to have a roommate roughly your age, and quite another to move in with an older woman. People would talk. She sighed. All that thinking was premature, she knew. But it excited her to think about it, to dream about it. Entering her apartment, she saw Rene wasn't home. That was odd, because Rene rarely stayed out late. Though Rene hadn't said so, Charity guessed she was with her client discussing the non-disclosure agreement. They purposely weren't talking about their client meetings. That was why she didn't tell Rene where _she_ was going. But this worked out great. She'd be able to go to bed and avoid any more sexual involvement tonight. Charity smiled to herself. She was beat! Sandy had worn her out! Rene came home an hour later. She was still tingling. For six months she'd been faithful to Charity, but her experience with Adrienne and Larilyn caused her to question whether she wanted to keep on with her monogamous relationship with Charity. The pleasure she felt with Adrienne and Larilyn was more than novelty. It was fierce, violent passion, and she loved it. Charity was tender and loving, but the buxom blond Adrienne was an unbelievable temptress. As for Larilyn, well, though something of a novice she had the temperament to be a great lover. When Adrienne's roommate Brianna unexpectedly came home and walked in on them, things quickly got even more interesting. The bespectacled Brianna was nearly Adrienne's carbon copy, not in terms of physical appearance, but in her unending appetite for sexual pleasure. All in all, it was a pleasant and stimulating night. The lights in the apartment were off. Charity clearly came home earlier and went to bed. That suited Rene fine. She, too, was dog-tired. She'd had an exhilarating but draining time with Larilyn, Adrienne and eventually Brianna. She had one last cigarette, then brushed her teeth to get ready for bed. She slipped in next to Charity without waking her, and immediately fell fast asleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was eleven o'clock Sunday morning. Four women sat around a conference room table at the law firm of Johnson & Myers. In attendance were Larilyn Dahlberg, Sandy Rogers, Rene Williams and Charity Harrison. The tone of the meeting was professional, almost pleasant. Gone for the most part were the anger and bitterness from Larilyn and Sandy's first meeting earlier in the week. Rene scheduled the meeting for a time when they could have relative privacy, and that suited Sandy. She didn't want to be seen entering the law offices of her old nemesis Johnson & Myers. That alone would cause a great scandal. Rene smiled at no one in particular and began. "Thanks for coming, ladies. Ms. Rogers, Sandy, I'm sure you personally dislike me as much as any person in town. Your willingness to have the meeting here at my office says a lot about you, and I appreciate your flexibility." Sandy sighed and politely nodded. She wore a sleeveless yellow print sundress, similar to one she had on Friday night, the night she and Charity first met at her home. "Rene, you and I have had our skirmishes," Sandy said a little too graciously. "And every time you show up, I seem to wind up on the losing end. This time is not different, I guess." A twinge of compassion hit Rene; compassion mixed with nervousness. "I don't know, Sandy. You and the lung association have had your share of victories. But I appreciate you and your lawyer coming here today, so we can go over some ground rules." The brunette lawyer was strangely tense. Usually she felt confident and in control in this kind of situation. But today was different. She cleared her throat. "Before we begin, Sandy, I must admit that I'm a little tense. So, would you mind if I smoked?" "I prefer if you didn't," came the quick reply. "But before today's done, I suspect I'll be exposed to quite a lot of smoke, second hand and otherwise." She sighed. "So, it's up to you, Rene. If you feel you must, go ahead. It's your office." Rene again had on her navy blazer. She reached into the breast pocket and got her pack of Marlboro 100's. Shaking one out, she put a long cigarette in her mouth and reached for her gold lighter, which was in her the pocket of her tan slacks. She lit up, and as she did a cloud of smoke escaped from the corners of her mouth while her cigarette dangled. "Your legal counsel Charity and I prepared the final non-disclosure agreement," Rene went on, exhaling as she talked. "It's ready to be signed by both of you." She looked at Larilyn and Sandy in turn. "We agreed Charity will hold the signed copies in escrow till tomorrow morning. Sandy, assuming you fulfill your part of the verbal agreement with Larilyn before then, tomorrow I'll give Charity all the negatives of Larilyn's pictures, and she'll give me one of the signed copies of the agreement." She paused for another long drag on her cigarette. "The agreement restricts Larilyn from ever discussing you in a disparaging manner in public, and that includes giving a news story or any pictures to any media publication. If she so much as opens her mouth about you in public, she has to pay liquidated damages and all your attorneys' fees. As Larilyn asked, the no publication obligation is reciprocal. That means that Sandy can't disparage you either, Larilyn." "Fine with me," Sandy nodded. "Let me have it. I'm ready to sign. Let's get going." There was a short break while both women signed four copies of the agreement. Charity took possession of all four of them. Rene held up an envelope. "These are the negatives and all Larilyn's copies of the prints," she explained. "I'll deliver this envelope to Charity just as soon as Larilyn lets me know that you, Sandy, performed your end of the unwritten deal." Suddenly Sandy stood up. "Let's cut the crap," she angrily shouted. Her hostility was evident. "Don't sugar-coat what's going on. Tell it like it is. As soon as I smoke twenty cigarettes for Larilyn and her friend Adrienne, which will take me the rest of the day, I expect, we'll be done. Am I right?" "Basically, yes," Rene nodded. "That's the plan." "You old bitch," Larilyn cut in. "Don't give us any of your self-righteous bullshit. You ruined my relationship with my daughter for years. I'm entitled to this payback!" Sandy lunged across the table. "You little nicotine-addicted cunt," she shouted. "You Judas! You betrayed the lung association, and now you're betraying me, too. If I could, I'd ?." "Ladies, ladies," Charity barked, as she took Sandy's arms and separated her from Larilyn before blows could be struck. "We all agreed this would be a civil discussion." She looked directly into Sandy's eyes. "Sandy, this is _not_ smart! If you antagonize Ms. Dahlberg too much, these pictures will be in Walt Donovan's morning mail tomorrow. You do not want that. Zip it. Do you hear me?" Sandy was now shaking violently. "Yeah, you're right," she gasped. She was perspiring profusely. She turned toward Larilyn with a chilling smile. "I'm sorry, Larilyn. Charity's right. I want to cooperate. I don't mind doing this, if it means getting the pictures back and getting your binding commitment never to expose my sexual preferences." It was Larilyn's turn to smile coolly. "Sandy, I know you're upset. Believe me, Adrienne and I intend to make this exercise worth your while. Hate me if you want, but in the end I know you'll enjoy at least part of what Adrienne and I have planned for you this afternoon!" The tension was subsiding, but Charity broke down and opened her purse for her Marlboro Lights 100's. Without asking, she lit one up and looked at Larilyn. "Ms. Dahlberg, will you allow my client to choose the brand she'll be forced to smoke today?" Larilyn also still felt edgy. She wanted to join them in lighting up, but wasn't sure if she should in light of Sandy's violent outburst. "Yeah, sure, I suppose. I don't care what brand Sandy smokes." She looked across the table at her former friend. "What's your pleasure?" Sandy leaned forward. Both the female lawyers were smoking now, and she herself felt incredibly stressed. For a moment she toyed with asking Charity for a cigarette. But she didn't. "Let me tell you something, Larilyn. Charity here was kind enough to help me prepare for our meeting today. Friday night, and again yesterday, I practiced smoking with Charity." Seeing the delighted reaction, she went on. "I'll endure it quite well, I suspect. But I want to smoke Virginia Slims Menthol Light. You see, I was a menthol smoker in the old days. I smoked Virginia Slims Menthol. Lights were introduced after I quit, but Charity and I think it's best if I smoke the menthol lights today. That's what I want to smoke with you and Adrienne. Fair?" Larilyn cocked her head. "So you _did_ used to smoke?" Sandy nodded, giving her a wry smile. "In high school, college and even during law school, yes, I smoked relentlessly. By the time I quit in 1976, I was a two pack a day girl. Smoking won't be hard for me, Larilyn. I'm familiar with your evil habit. These last two days Charity helped me renew my old acquaintance with it. Yes, I can smoke. The only thing I ask is that I be allowed to smoke the light version of my old menthol brand." Larilyn was pleasantly surprised by the request, and by the revelation. She got out her Benson & Hedges and pulled a one hundred millimeter cigarette from the gold pack. "My God, Sandy! I had no idea you used to smoke," she lied shamelessly, pausing to light up. Everyone was smoking except Sandy, and Larilyn knew Sandy would be soon enough. "I'm glad to hear you used to be just like the rest of us. I must admit, it never, ever occurred to me you'd practice with your lovely lawyer to prepare for our marathon smoking session. I just have to ask you this, though. How was it, smoking again, after all these years?" Sandy shrugged. The urge to fight suddenly departed. "It wasn't hard, honestly." She glanced at Charity. "The big hurdle was psychological, not physical. It was hard putting a cigarette in my mouth again. It still is. But I can now, thanks to Charity's help." "Well then, that'll make it easier," Rene interrupted. "As long as we're all being honest, Sandy, let me say something. We all know of your sexual preference. I talked to Adrienne and Larilyn. They'll take good care of you this afternoon and evening. It may be a little hard for you to smoke again, but you _will_ enjoy the other part of the experience." "Look, Rene, I know you're a lesbian, too," Sandy snapped. "You can't repeat anything about my sexuality, just like Larilyn can't!" "Right, Sandy. We wrote the agreement to make sure of that. No one will talk after it's over. Look, ladies, all of us in this room like our sex the same way; we like pussy, not cock. I only brought it up is to be sure _you_ understand, Sandy, that I do believe Larilyn and Adrienne will show you a hell of a good time today. I'm a little jealous, to be honest." Charity angrily piped up. "Sandy will do fine, Rene." She took a drag and purposely French-inhaled through her nostrils while staring at her roommate. "Don't worry about her. She'll smoke like a champion. As for the rest, I suspect Larilyn and Adrienne will also be on the receiving end from Sandy. I hope that's part of the plan." She turned toward Larilyn. "I believe she'll want that." "Definitely," Larilyn nodded slowly, luxuriously exhaling twin streams of smoke through her pert nostrils. "I know what Sandy can do. I just want her to smoke while she does it. That's all." She reached out her free hand, but Sandy didn't accept it. "Sandy, I want you to remember why we smokers like to smoke," she whispered. "That's all I want today." Sandy bristled. "I remember. In fact, I doubt I ever forgot. Well, maybe I did. But Charity helped me remember." She sighed. "Larilyn, what do you say we get started?" The tone of the meeting was losing its prior antagonistic bent. Larilyn smiled. "Great. We're going to spend the whole day at Adrienne's place. She'll bring in lunch. I thought we'd start by eating together while we smoke, and then move onto the more pleasurable part after that." She paused. "So, Sandy, do you have your Virginia Slims Menthol Lights with you?" The blond woman nodded. "Excellent. Would you have one cigarette with us before we go? I'd love to see you smoke right now. That shouldn't be hard, since you've already prepared. I bet Rene would love to see you do it before we leave." Looking beaten, Sandy nodded obediently. "I'm your slave for the rest of the day." She opened her purse and took out a pack of VS Menthol Lights. Pulling off the cellophane, she proficiently opened it. In seconds she had a long, slim cigarette between her fingers. "I'm prepared to smoke with you till these are all gone." She held the cigarette up to her lips and sighed. "One of you will have to do the honors. I don't have a lighter." In seconds three different lighters ignited in front of her. Sandy smiled at Rene. "I'll let you light up my first cigarette, Rene, dear," she said with a strong tinge of irony in her voice. "A couple years ago you totally fucked me in court by kicking our collective ass on the anti-smoking ordinance. It's only fitting that you light up my first cigarette today and fuck me again." Rene grinned. She held out her gold lighter as the others put theirs away. "This is my pleasure, Sandy. God! Believe me, it's a great pleasure to light you up! You have no idea!" Sandy caught the light and took a moderate first drag. She effortlessly sucked mentholated smoke from her VS Menthol Light into her chest. Rene and Larilyn stared at the sight with mouths wide open. Sandy looked at Larilyn with a cynical smile. "Well, old friend, I assume this is the kind of smoking performance you're looking for?" She tipped her head and exhaled a long stream of smoke through pursed lips into the already smoky room. Larilyn nodded, happily dragging on her own off her B&H. "Sandy, honey, that is _exactly_ what I want to see you do. You look great smoking, by the way, I must say. And I'm betting that once you finish off that pack today, you won't _want_ to stop." "I doubt you're right about that one, Larilyn," Sandy replied, expertly manicuring her long, thin cigarette a bit too soon in the ashtray on the conference room table. "I'm not sure either, honey. But I sure as hell am looking forward to finding out!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunday afternoon seemed to drag on forever. Charity and Rene were home at their apartment, trying to stay busy with other things. Neither girl felt comfortable talking. They rented a movie and watched it, but neither of them had much interest in the film. Instead they were both wondering what was going on at Adrienne's house. Rene couldn't stop thinking about her Friday night escapade with Larilyn and Adrienne. She couldn't shake the mental image of the beautiful, buxom, promiscuous Adrienne pleasuring her. She felt horny as hell, but didn't want Charity to satisfy her incessant sexual longings. She excused herself at one point to take a nap, but instead masturbated alone in her room, thinking the whole time about how much she wanted to have Adrienne again. Charity meanwhile was preoccupied thinking about Sandy. As much fun as she had with her Friday night, her time together with Sandy on Saturday afternoon was even better. Without being asked she bought Sandy a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol Lights. Almost despite herself, the former smoker almost shrieked with delight the first time she lit up one of the light cigarettes related to her old brand. She smoked half a pack Saturday afternoon, eagerly giving herself over to the pleasure of once again ingesting the mentholated smoke that she enjoyed so incessantly in the old days. Their time together on Saturday ended with another marvelous lovemaking session. She desperately wanted Sandy to become a smoker again, and she finally told her client straight out. Amazingly, Sandy just smiled. She enjoyed the experience. Charity hoped smoking with her made Sandy want to return to her old habit. She wanted Sandy to want to smoke, and to want her, too. She was jealous of Adrienne and Larilyn. She desperately wanted Sandy for herself. But she wasn't about to say so, at least until she found out how Sandy would fare in smoking the entire afternoon and evening with Adrienne and Larilyn. At nine o'clock Charity's cell phone rang. It was Sandy. She took the call in her room, with the door closed, away from Rene's inquisitive ears. "Well, I'm done," Charity heard the voice on the line sigh. Sandy sounded tired. "It's finally over." "And? So? How did it go?" There was a pause, followed by a lusty laugh. "Larilyn wasn't kidding when she said Adrienne's hot. I knew Larilyn was good, but honest to God, Charity, that woman Adrienne is a sexual goddess! She knows what the hell she's doing, and she has amazing stamina!" "Yeah, that's what I heard. So, the sex was good?" "Yeah, it sure was," Sandy hedged. "But not nearly as good as the sex we had Friday night and again yesterday afternoon, Charity." She paused. "I'm not kidding. I liked Adrienne and Larilyn. I can't deny that. I love beautiful young women eating my pussy, and I love reciprocating. But you, Charity dear, well, you're something special. I hope you know that." It was Charity's turn to laugh happily. "That's sweet, Sandy. I feel the same way about you. I _really_ enjoyed being with you, both Friday night and yesterday. So, tell me, how was the smoking? How did you hold up?" There was an unabashed eagerness in her voice as she asked her last question. "Charity, sweetheart, I _know_ you'd love for me to start smoking again. But you know that just can't happen. I can't afford to." "I know," Charity unenthusiastically acknowledged. "But how was it? The smoking, I mean. Was it okay for you?" "Oh God, I don't know," Sandy admitted. "I mean, God damn it! Between eleven o'clock this morning and a half hour ago, I smoked twenty fuckin' cigarettes! How'd I do? God, I did fine. No, that's a lie. I _enjoyed_ it. I did. Especially after the first couple, after I sort of got into it, I fuckin' loved smoking my cigarettes! Larilyn's not stupid. She knew I would. And I did, too." There was a long pause on the line. "Thank God I smoked the whole pack! I won't be tempted to smoke any more tonight." "Would you like to? I mean, do you still _feel_ like smoking more?" "Charity, baby, I honestly don't know." She began to softly weep. "Shit! Fuck! I spent my whole adult life fighting against tobacco. I hate smoking, and I hate smokers. At least that's what my brain's been saying through this. But at the same time, I _did_ love smoking those delicious cigarettes all day. Isn't that terrible? I loved pulling all those carcinogens deep inside my lungs over and over. I didn't want to like it, but I did. It just felt _so_ fuckin' good!" "I knew it would, Sandy. When I smoked with you yesterday, I could tell you were loving it. And I loved being with you while you were smoking." Charity paused. "If you were to decide you want to keep smoking, Sandy, I'd love to do it with you again." "What do you mean?" Charity took a deep breath. "I mean, you're an amazing lady. I'm crazy about you. I used to think Rene was all I ever wanted. But you're different, incredible. I couldn't live with a non-smoker. Not anymore. But if you do want to smoke, Sandy, I'd like to be with you." "You're not just shitting me, are you? This is an honest proposition? It's not just a wicked trick you're playing because I'm president of the lung association?" "No, it's no trick. Not at all. I've thought about this all day. I mean it. If you decide to keep smoking, I want to be with you, if you'll have me." "Fuck! I don't believe this. I called you because I felt conflicted after smoking all day. And you're only making it worse, Charity." "I'm sorry, Sandy. I really am. I want what's best for you. But I also know what I want. And I think I want you. I love you." The last words were said in a breathless whisper, almost as a question awaiting a response. It hung in the air for endless moments. "God, I can't deal with any of this," Sandy's exasperated voice on the phone abruptly snapped. "I can't talk to you, Charity. I do like you, I really do. Adrienne and Larilyn can't hold a candle to you. But I also can't smoke. I just can't!" Charity nodded, though she knew Sandy couldn't see her doing it. "I understand, Sandy. I really do. I'm sorry. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be." She hung up and wandered aimlessly into the living room. Rene looked up from her book and expectantly smiled "Well? What did she say?" "Larilyn got her wish. Sandy is completely conflicted. But I suspect before long she'll get over it. She had a great time. But she won't keep smoking. Her life as an anti is just too ingrained." "Too bad," Rene smiled. "Do you think there's a chance?" "Oh there's always a chance, Rene," Charity muttered. "There's always a chance." |
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