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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 3. The New Client. That was how it all started. In two weeks Charity and Rene moved in together. To the outside world, they were roommates. In reality, they were lovers. Charity adored her relationship with Rene. Their lovemaking was deeply satisfying. She never imagined herself a lesbian or bisexual. But living with Rene completely changed her assessment, just as it changed her feelings about smoking; one hundred and eighty degrees! No one knew, but Charity Hamilton had become a dyed-in-the-wool smoker, and was committed to being bisexual. The ringing phone interrupted her extended musing. She startled, and picked it up. "Hello. This is Charity Hamilton." "Charity? This is Sandy Rogers. Did Ed Smith tell you I'd be calling?" "Yes," she said pleasantly. "Ed did mention you had a little problem." "It's a big problem," the voice on the phone curtly replied. "Can I make an appointment to see you? How about late this afternoon or first thing tomorrow?" Charity looked at her watch. It was after five. "I need to leave by six. How about if we do it tomorrow morning? Say, eight thirty?" "How about seven thirty? I'll be at your office at 7:30 a.m. sharp." She paused. "I suppose Ed mentioned this has to do with pictures of me and a blackmail scheme?" Charity hated meeting clients so early. "Yeah, he did. Go ahead and bring the pictures. That'll be fine. I'll see you at seven thirty." "Ed described you," Sandy went on. "I'll recognize you. He says you're a very attractive woman in her late twenties, a bit on the petite side, with long blond hair." "Yep, that's me," Charity replied. "I'll see you at seven thirty." She hung up. This woman could be a real pain in the ass! She felt uncomfortable about the case. But she was curious to see the pictures. Photos of women in compromising positions appealed to her prurient interests, like it appealed to Ed's, but for completely different reasons. Actually Charity wasn't leaving at six. That was a lie. She intended to work a few more hours. But she didn't want to meet Sandy; she wanted a cigarette. When she worked late, her pattern at day's end was to visit the "cage" on the first floor. If anyone asked, she was just buying gum. But then she sneaked out the back door onto the loading dock. There, far from the eyes of people leaving via the main entrance, she could smoke in peace for a few blissful minutes! She reached in her purse and took a disposable lighter and a cigarette from a pack of Marlboro Lights 100's nestled in the side pocket. She paused, and slipped out a second one. She smiled wantonly. This time she'd have two, back to back. Minutes later, out on the loading dock, she cupped her hands around a cigarette dangling from her lips, and lit up. God, it felt good! Not smoking at work was becoming more of a problem. Since moving in with Rene, she'd been smoking a lot more. At first, she only smoked at home. But recently she'd started sneaking a few cigarettes at work. She took a long, hard drag and sucked smoke into her famished lungs. The relief she felt was indescribable. Her smoking at work started innocently, when she decided to have just one cigarette on an occasional walk after lunch. But her after-lunch walk grew into a daily ritual. Before long she had two cigarettes, not one, on her walk, and sometimes three. Then she started her day-end "smoke a cigarette on the loading dock" ritual whenever she worked late. Now it was two cigarettes on the loading dock. She smiled shamelessly. The thing was, she wanted to smoke even more! If she could, she'd like to smoke constantly. Sucking more smoke in her lungs, she had to admit that she was hooked. She was a real smoker now. She loved sharing her little secret with no one but Rene, but she longed for the day when it wouldn't be a secret. In the meantime, she'd figure out ways to sneak more cigarettes during her sixty hour work week. She effortlessly chained into the second cigarette. She took long, cheek-hollowing drags and held the smoke inside her lungs as long as possible. She sighed. This should hold me for a few hours. After she got home, she and Rene would share several more cigarettes before bed. Bed! She laughed irreverently. Even after all those months, she still looked forward to cuddling in bed with tall, leggy, beautiful Rene. The thought of it made her feel wet again. So what the hell was she doing, she wondered, representing the president of the lung association? She shook her head. It was a good question. She'd learned to hate anti-smokers, like the bitch Sandy Rogers. Maybe it was from living with Rene and socializing with smokers at Johnson & Myers. But she hated the way antis made life miserable for smokers like her. She repeated her words. Smokers like her. She smiled and took another long generous drag, tucking the smoke safely away in her satiated lungs. Someday soon she'd come out of the closet. But regrettably, she couldn't do it in time to scandalize Sandy Rogers. For Ed Smith's sake, and for W&C's, she'd have to keep playing the non-smoker a little longer. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mom. We're ready for Penny to go home." "Okay, honey. I'll be down in a minute." Sherry Crawford was worried about Gracie telling Penny Preston she smoked. Her daughter probably didn't realize that Penny's aunt was Sandy Rogers, the president of the lung association and the notorious enemy of smokers. What if little Penny couldn't keep a secret? Letting her daughters smoke in their home wasn't illegal. At least, that was her husband John's opinion. But she knew it wasn't entirely clear. In any case, she definitely didn't want to become the target of vicious anti-smoking propaganda run by the lung association in the local media, or worse. She had to be sure little Penny wouldn't spill the beans and make a mess. Whenever she felt apprehensive or nervous, Sherry wanted the same thing every nicotine addict wants. She wanted a cigarette. She was out of her Benson & Hedges Menthols, so she'd have to bum another one from her daughter. Gracie's Salem Lights weren't bad, but they didn't have the same kick her full flavored menthols did. She'd grown entirely too used to the higher tar and nicotine of the wonderful Benson & Hedges Menthols she smoked. Maybe she shouldn't have, but she'd forever ditched the weaker lights she first learned on, and permanently switched to full flavored B&H Menthol. As she entered the kitchen, Penny was gathering up her things. "Are you ready?" she pleasantly asked. "I'll run you home right now." "I'm ready, Mrs. Crawford. Thanks for driving me. My mom appreciates it." "No problem," she smiled. With no comment she took Grace's cigarettes and slid a Salem from the pack. With Gracie's lighter she ignited it. "Like I said, I need to stop at the store anyway." She took an extended drag, sucking hard on the lighter strength cigarette, and pulled mentholated smoke into her lungs. She smiled, feeling somewhat relieved. "Let's go, dear." Penny looked concerned, and Sherry knew why. The youngster was worried about being in a smoke-filled car. Well, tough shit! She wasn't going without nicotine just because some snot-nosed brat didn't like it. Anyway, it'd give Penny a convenient cover story for why her clothes smelled like smoke. It was better for her mother to blame Sherry for the odor than to suspect her fifteen year old friend. Sherry turned to the quiet teenager. "So, Penny, what do you think about Gracie smoking? Are you scandalized? C'mon, you can be honest with me. I don't mind either way." Penny shook her head. "I knew you smoked, Mrs.Crawford. But I am surprised you let Grace smoke, too." "Her dad and I pretty much let Beth and Gracie do what they want. We treat our kids like adults, and smoking is an adult activity. We let them make their own decision about it, and about lots of other things." She intentionally gave her a big smile. "That's not so bad, is it?" Penny shrugged. "I guess not. Most parents don't treat their teenagers that way." For the first time she showed a smile. "Looking at it your way, it's really pretty neat." They turned a corner, and Sherry took another hit on her cigarette. "Mr. Crawford and I believe teenagers are real people. Parents should treat teens like adults, and not tell them what to do all the time. Kids these days don't listen to parents anyway. Know what I mean?" "You're right," she nodded eagerly. Mrs. Crawford seemed really nice. Then she frowned. "But what'll I tell my parents about the smoky smell on my clothes when I get home?" Perceptive kid! "That's easy, honey," she smiled. "Blame it on me. Tell 'em I was smoking at our house, or even in the car on the drive home if you feel you need to. That's one reason I had another cigarette. It gives you a convenient excuse, doesn't it?" Penny smiled again, glad for the idea. "Yeah, I guess it does. Thanks." "No problem." Up ahead Sherry noticed a shopping center. She flipped her spent cigarette out the window and moved into the turn lane. "Do you mind if I stop at the store for my cigarettes? This is on the way. I can run in, get them, and be back in a flash. Do you mind?" The youngster shrugged. "No, I guess not." Penny waited while Sherry ran in. In five minutes she returned with a plastic bag containing a dark green carton of Benson & Hedges Menthol 100's. As she climbed in the car, Sherry ripped the carton open and withdrew a green and gold pack. Tapping in quickly and vigorously on her wrist, she pulled off the cellophane and the outer gold paper. Without asking she removed a long white cigarette and put it in her mouth. She lit up again. "Ah, _that's_ more like it," she sighed contentedly after a hard, first pull. She held the thick, rich smoke from the full flavored cigarette in her lungs. "I _do_ like my brand much better than Gracie's." She paused to release a cone of smoke from her lips. She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot with a smile. Penny was watching with interest. "Excuse me, Mrs.Crawford. Can I ask a question?" "Sure, honey. Shoot. What is it?" "Isn't it miserable needing to smoke all the time? I mean, you obviously couldn't wait for another one of your own cigarettes. It seems kind of sad to me." Sherry smiled. "Did Gracie look sad this afternoon? Did she seem miserable when she was smoking?" Penny hesitated. "No, I guess she didn't." "In fact, I bet Gracie seemed quite happy, about smoking, I mean. Isn't that right?" "Well, yeah; she said she did. She says she likes smoking." "Right," she triumphantly replied, as she de-ashed through the crack of the driver's side window. "We _all_ love to smoke, Penny. Far from being miserable, we love the sensation of lighting up another cigarette. The reason we can't wait isn't because we're miserable. Not at all. No, it's because we anticipate the pleasure so much." She put her cigarette in her mouth for another drag. "Smoking is fun, Penny. That's why we do it." "But you can't live without it," she objected. "You have to keep doing it." "That's right," Sherry smiled serenely, releasing successive bursts of smoke from her mouth. "We have to, and yet we want to. It's a wonderful paradox. Having never tried it, you can't possibly understand. Let me give you an example you _can_ relate to. How do you feel when you're really hungry? Do you call that being miserable?" "No," the youngster softly answered. "I just can't wait to eat again. That's all." "And when you finally do eat, it's extremely satisfying, isn't it? It feels _so_ good. Well, that's what smoking's like for Gracie and me. The pleasure of satisfying our hunger, our hunger for a cigarette, is incomparable." She let out a gentle laugh. "Don't worry. We're not miserable. We're supremely happy when we smoke." Penny said nothing as Sherry finished her cigarette. But the wheels were turning inside her pretty little head. As they pulled up in front of the Preston house, Sherry looked directly at her. "Don't forget, Penny. Not a word to anyone about Gracie smoking. You promised. Remember?" "I remember, Mrs. Crawford. And thanks for explaining it. I think I understand now." Sherry smiled as Penny got out of the car. "I bet you do, dear. I bet you do." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amanda Preston was furious! The smell of smoke on Penny's clothes sent her through the roof. She almost called Sherry Crawford to complain about her smoking while driving her daughter home. But she thought better of it, mostly because Penny had to finish the school project with Grace. And frankly, Amanda didn't want to volunteer to do the driving herself. To calm herself, she walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a drink. Her older daughter, Priscilla, was amused by this dramatic, almost hysterical reaction. "Oh Mom, take a pill. Just chill! I could've told you this'd happen. Grace's older sister Beth's in my class at school. Gracie's mom isn't the only one in their family who smokes. Beth Crawford smokes, too. What's more, Beth's parents let her do it!" Amanda glared at Priscilla. "You don't mean it? God! Prissy, are you sure?" Priscilla smiled and nodded. "Trust me, Mom. I'm sure. I've seen Beth smoke, at parties and outside after basketball games at school." Amanda shook her head. She was a tall, statuesque blond with striking features. She still wore her work clothes. "My God! What's the world coming to? In the 21st century parents should know better than to let children do such things! That's exactly the kind of thing that drives your Aunt Sandy ballistic." Priscilla acknowledged it with a meaningful nod of the head. "For sure, Mom. Being anti-smoking is a religion for Aunt Sandy. But I'm just saying, it doesn't surprise me that Penny came home smelling like smoke. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Gracie smokes, too." Penny gulped involuntarily hearing her sister's remark. For the first time she spoke. "Oh come on, Prissy. That's silly. Gracie is my age. She's only fifteen." "Kids start smoking that young, Squirt," Prissy wryly answered. "I'm just saying, it wouldn't shock me, knowing her sister, Beth. She's been smoking for awhile." Amanda's ire reached fever pitch. "Well, once this project's done, Penelope Preston, I don't want you spending any more time with that Crawford girl. She's a bad seed. In a family like that, who knows what kind of trouble she'll get herself into in high school?" It was Penny's turn to defend her new friend, though she knew when her mom used her full, given name, it was a sign of trouble. "Now, Mom, don't get upset. Grace is a nice girl. She's really smart. I like her, to tell the truth. I like her mom, too. Mrs. Crawford is really nice. She just smokes, that's all." She couldn't resist a tweak. "After all, it's not like she's a lesbian!" "Penelope!" Amanda retorted. "Don't you dare insinuate there's anything wrong with your aunt being a lesbian! The only reason I told you about your aunt's ? preference, shall we say, is because of that incident last Christmas with her friend Camille. I raised you girls to be tolerant of people who are different. Your Aunt Sandy is different in that way. But there's nothing wrong with it!" Penny was in no mood to back off. "Exactly, Mom. We're supposed to be tolerant of those who are different. I agree. So I don't see why I should shun Grace Crawford, just because her parents and her older sister smoke. What's the difference? We tolerate Aunt Sandy's preference, as you call it. Why shouldn't we tolerate the Crawford's preference?" "You don't get it," Amanda said in a huff. She sipped her drink. "Your Aunt Sandy can't help it. But Sherry Crawford and her daughter chose their deviant lifestyle. Being a smoker is a choice, and a damn stupid one! Being a ? a lesbian isn't." She almost choked on the "L" word. Penny looked at her sister. Priscilla was enjoying seeing her sibling take on their mother. "Mom," Penny concluded. "I think you're wrong. If you tolerate one, you should tolerate the other. There's nothing wrong with Aunt Sandy. I agree. But there's also nothing wrong with Mrs. Crawford. I don't see how you can treat her like she's some sort of pervert." "You're too young," her mother replied sharply. "You don't understand, either of you. Teenagers can't differentiate in these situations. I don't want you associating with that Crawford girl after your project is done. That's final. End of discussion." Penny frowned. "Mom, I wish you'd treat Prissy and me like adults. We're not children, you know. Parents should treat teenagers like adults, and stop trying to tell them what to do all the time. Give us some credit for being able to make our own decisions for a change." "Stop! End of discussion," Amanda repeated sternly. "I mean it! And I don't want you talking back to me like that, young lady." Penny hung her head. As she did, she thought she detected the smallest curl of a smile on her older sister's lips. "Yes, Mother," she sighed. "There's no point in discussing it." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By nine o'clock, Charity finally had enough. She gathered her things, taking a file to finish working on at home. Her desire for another cigarette finally overcame her. As soon as she got in her car in the parking garage, she lit up. By the time she'd finished her twenty minute drive home, she finished that cigarette plus a second one. When she finally walked in the door she felt much better. She felt ? normal again. "Hi, sweetie!" Rene greeted her roommate by planting a big kiss on her lips. "My, my! You've been smoking again, haven't you, you naughty girl?" Charity laughed. "Yes, I have, baby," she admitted. "And it felt damn good, I confess." She put her file on the table and wrapped her arms around her brunette friend. "Let's try it again, but properly this time." The lovers embraced and kissed. Charity felt the familiar tingle of Rene's fingers squeezing her ass. She reciprocated in kind. "You know what, Rene? I've been thinking about something," Charity began as she pulled away and walked into the kitchen to get a Diet Pepsi from the refrigerator. Rene smiled. "Why don't you sit down and have another cigarette with me while you tell me all about? I've been smoking alone here all evening. I'm tired of that." The girls sat in the living room across from one another. Rene handed her blond roommate an unlit Marlboro Light 100 from her pack. "I love corrupting you, Charity," she giggled mischievously. "It's so much fun!" Charity lit up with Rene. "It's not corruption," she interjected. "But it's what I want to talk to you about," the blond girl sighed. She released the start of an exhale before sucking the smoke back into her lungs. "I want to talk to you about my problem with smoking." "Oh?" "I can't keep living like this. Every day I sneak out for a couple cigarettes after lunch. I constantly look for excuses to run errands so I can smoke. But I'm not satisfied. It's just hell waiting for the next opportunity to have a cigarette." She paused for another powerful hit, drawing more smoke deep into her lungs. "So I've been thinking. Do you suppose Johnson & Myers would have any interest in adding another lawyer?" Rene squealed and clapped her hands in delight, holding her cigarette between her fingers. Her brunette pageboy bounced, and she giggled excitedly. "Oh my God! I wondered how long this would take! It would be _so_ great to have you join my firm, Charity!" "Yes, but would they have me? What do you think?" Rene's eyes sparkled as she paused to puff on her cigarette. "I already talked to Randy Myers a couple weeks ago. I figured eventually you'd want to make a lateral move and join us. Well, I hoped you would, anyway. Randy was very positive. He says the firm has more work than we can get done. We especially need another experienced trial lawyer." Her face shone with pleasure. "Someone like you would be perfect, Charity!" The blond girl let out a huge sigh. "God, that's great!" She manicured her cigarette in the ashtray on the table. "So, what should I do if I'm interested?" Excitedly, Rene answered. "Talk to Randy as soon as possible. I know he's in tomorrow morning. He has a trial starting the next day, but I'm sure he'll squeeze you in first thing tomorrow. Come in early with me. We'll meet with Randy for an hour, and then you can go back to that awful, non-smoking Williams & Connors, while I smoke at work all day at Johnson & Myers!" She was teasing her friend, and she enjoyed it. "Shit," Charity mumbled. "I can't tomorrow. I have a client coming at seven thirty. You'll never believe who it is, either. It's the president of the lung association." Rene rolled her eyes. "Sandy Rogers? Oh, God! You _can't_ work for the lung association, Charity! I hate those guys!" "I know. I do, too. But it's not for the lung association. Damn, I shouldn't have mentioned who the client is. We agreed not to talk about our cases and clients, because of the conflict of interest thing. But it's a personal matter for Ms. Sandy, Anti-Smoking, Rogers." Rene laughed. "Stand her up! Let her cool her heels in your reception area without you. It'd serve her right!" Seeing a glum frown, she went on. "Yeah, I know. You have to do what you have to do. Blah, blah. Lawyers must zealously represent clients' interests and all that." She smiled again. "But soon, Charity, you can be finished with representing people like the bitch from the lung association. I know J&M will make you an offer. I just know it. God, it'd be so great, too," she sighed. "It'd be wonderful having you in our office. And you'll be able to smoke to your heart's content, as much as you want," she added slyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Rene's tease drew a smile. "God, I know," she sighed happily. "Maybe it's dumb to make a decision like this because of my need to smoke. But you know what? It's become so much more important to me the last few weeks. I can't make it any more only smoking in the morning and at night. It drives me crazy, especially because I know things would be completely different at Johnson & Myers." She paused for a last drag on her cigarette. "You ruined me, Rene. You _did_ completely corrupt me." Rene leaned over to give Charity a kiss. "And I'm so glad," she smirked. Following her roommate's example she crushed her cigarette in the overflowing ashtray. "Before you get down to business and work on that file you brought home, what do you say you and I take a little break in the bedroom first?" "Mmm, I'd love to," Charity sighed. She watched Rene pick up her pack of cigarettes and head to the bedroom. "If this is corruption, then I gladly give in to it! Take me, Rene!" "Don't worry, sweetheart," cooed the brunette. "I will!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At seven thirty the next morning, on the other side of Charity's desk sat Sandy Rogers, the great persecutor of the smoking community. Unknown to her new client, however, Charity had just had two cigarettes back to back driving to work. But with a squirt of perfume and two breath mints, she was confident neither Sandy nor anyone else could tell. "These pictures are really something. You and Larilyn were really involved, I take it?" "Yes, we were," Sandy confirmed with a sigh. She nervously brushed her short blond hair off her face. "Let me be blunt. I'm a lesbian. I do not now have, nor ever have I ever had, any interest in men. Unfortunately, in my position that can't be known. Larilyn and I were on the association board together. Several years ago she went through a difficult time and I ? I comforted her. One thing led to another. We began a torrid affair that lasted a year or so. These pictures were taken during that time." She gave Charity a demure smile. "I see," Charity grinned back. She once again thumbed through the photos. They _were_ hot, taken with a timed shutter on a sophisticated camera. It was a sequence of poses with the two lovers in bed together. "Why did you let her take these pictures in the first place?" As Sandy squirmed, Charity smiled. She had to admit that Sandy Rogers _was_ good looking for a woman her age. And God, she _did_ look like Hillary Clinton! "We wanted pictures of us together as mementos. Originally I had a set, too. I had one in a frame on my nightstand for awhile. When we broke up, I destroyed my copies and forgot about them. Evidently Larilyn didn't throw hers away. She says she has the negatives, too." "Obviously," Charity murmured, leafing through the photos one last time. "I hope you're not shocked," Sandy went on. "The pictures are embarrassing. I can't let them be distributed to my board. I didn't know what to do, except call Ed Smith. Is there some way you lawyers can stop this crazy woman from blackmailing me?" Charity smiled. "Let me answer your first question first. Don't worry, I'm not at all shocked." She paused and thought for a moment. What the hell? Why not tell her the truth? "Actually, Sandy, I guess I should admit something. I'm a lesbian myself." As soon as she said it, Charity knew it was a mistake. She'd never admitted her sexual preference to anyone but Rene. No one else knew the sexual nature of their relationship. No one thought a thing about two female lawyers from different firms rooming together. The look of shock and delight on Sandy's face was unmistakable. "Really? Oh, I see." Her countenance changed; her voice took on a seductive magnetism. In short, she began turning on the charm. "Tell me about it. Is this a recent development for you?" It was Charity's turn to nervously squirm. "Yeah, sort of," she mumbled. "I dated men for years, and had sex with them. But I was never satisfied. Then I met my current lover and, well, it was great. We've been living together now for several months. So I don't know if I'm a lesbian, or bi, or what. But I'm very happy with my decision." "I bet you are," Sandy smiled, seductively batting her eyes. "You know, Charity, right now I'm not seeing anyone, and you're very lovely. I don't mean to be too forward by coming on to you, but I may as well say it. If you're interested, I'd love to get together sometime, on a personal level, if you know what I mean." God, Charity thought. This woman doesn't beat around the bush! "Thanks," she blushed. "But my relationship with my lover is exclusive. For now." Damn, she thought. Why did I add those last two words? What am I thinking? Sandy nodded. "I understand, dear. If you change your mind, let me know. I'll be honest. I rarely have much opportunity to meet other discrete professional women who share ? shall we say, our common interest? I do hope you're not offended by my candor." "Not at all," Charity assured her. And it wasn't a lie. She felt a rush of adrenaline just listening to the attractive older woman's proposition. "I find you strangely attractive, Sandy," she admitted reluctantly. "But our relationship has to be purely professional, for a lot of reasons." She knew she shouldn't have opened that can of worms. Sandy _was_ attractive, and the forbidden nature of an affair with the beautiful older woman made the idea more delectable. But she was a closet smoker, which would inevitably make any fling with Sandy a disaster, even if she was tempted to cheat on Rene, which she wasn't. At least, she didn't _think_ she was. "Fine. Okay. Let's get back to business," Sandy went on. She appeared to recover nicely from being turned down flat. "What can we do about this blackmail threat?" Charity felt sweaty, and wiped her forehead. "Well, I could spend lots of your money fighting this, but here's what I'd do if I were you. I'd get my lawyer to write a nasty letter threatening legal action if Larilyn goes through with her plan, legal action that would be expensive as hell to defend." Seeing the pleased look on Sandy's face, she went on. "For the cost of my time to write one letter, you might just scare this women into doing nothing, forgetting about it, and going home." "Perfect," Sandy purred. "God, Charity, you're so smart! That's exactly what I want you to do. You're a genius." Again, the seductive charm surfaced. "I've seen threatening letters stop prospective plaintiffs in the past. But if we threaten it, and she goes forward anyway, you must be prepared to file suit. Otherwise, my credibility is shot to hell. By the way, you never told me. What's she asking for? Money?" Sandy suddenly looked very embarrassed. "No. You'll never believe what that bitch Larilyn wants from me. It's _so_ sick. I almost can't discuss it." She paused and took a deep breath. "For years Larilyn was one of my board members, a zealous advocate for the anti-smoking cause. But for some bizarre reason, a few months ago she started smoking. Imagine! In her early forties, she took up the damn habit. Have you ever heard of anything so retarded?" Charity's heart was in her mouth. "Uh, no," she stuttered. "That's pretty unusual." "It sure is. So Larilyn's only demand to give me the negatives is I have to smoke a pack of cigarettes with her. For some reason, she's obsessed with making me smoke. Isn't that sick?" Sandy blushed. "Actually, there's another aspect of her blackmail scheme I guess I can tell _you_ about, because you understand my sexual preferences. She has a lesbian friend who smokes, a woman about your age, actually. Larilyn's plan is for the three of us to get together. They'd eat me out while making me smoke." The older woman shook her head. "I mean, I like sex as much as the next girl, and I'm all for having a casual fling." She batted her eyes at Charity. "But there's no way I'd ever pick up a cigarette!" Charity shook her head. "And that's it? That's all? She wants you to smoke with her?" "That's all? It's too damn much! Don't you see? It's perfect revenge. Larilyn knows I oppose smoking in every form, that I've fought like hell to abolish it for years. We're winning, too, you know. I feel it'll finally happen within my lifetime, and certainly within yours. By the time we're done, there'll be no more smokers. So, for Larilyn to make me smoke is a real sharp stick in the eye." Charity smiled. She had to admire this woman's guts. "God, she's a devious bitch, isn't she?" Sandy sighed. "It was great when she was on our side. She _was_ deviously clever. Larilyn was a real asset on the lung association board. But now she's become very dangerous. She's deserted the cause; she's become a smokers' rights advocate. I don't know quite how or why it happened. But she's cunning, all right. I don't know if she'll roll over and play dead just because she gets a written threat on Williams & Connors' letterhead." Charity felt herself growing less excited about this project. She had no idea the stakes that were involved. "Well, we'll find out, won't we?" Sandy smiled. "Yes, we'll see what happens. I'm glad you'll hold my hand through this difficult ordeal, Charity, dear." From the look in her eye, Charity guessed she hadn't given up the hope of seducing her. "I feel so much better. I'm sure I'm in good hands." Charity gulped and nodded. "Right. Well, I hope this'll work out." After Sandy left, Charity closed her office door and stared into space. God, what had she gotten herself into? She personally wished Sandy's adversary would make her smoke. Hell, it'd be great if she got Sandy hopelessly addicted to cigarettes. But it wasn't likely. Sandy was a fighter. But she tried to imagine what Sandy Rogers would look like with a long, white cigarette hanging from her mouth. She shook her head. That was stupid. It'd never happen! |
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