Amy's off to Hong Kong

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Amy's off to Hong Kong
by Asiansmoke


Author's note: This is the third part of this trilogy. Part 1 was called
"Amy's story". Part 2 was named "Tying to quit". This one is called "Amy's
off to Hong Kong". This episode occurs 2 months after the end of "Trying to
quit", where we learned that Amy's husband asked Amy for a divorce due to
Amy's heavy smoking habit. We join Amy as she has the final divorce papers in
her hands.)

"There!" I said

Just as I was finishing signing the papers to finalize my divorce from my
ex-husband Jack, I felt relieved. I licked the envelope and would mail it to
Jack the next morning. How could that jerk divorce me because I started
smoking and wouldn't quit? This anti-smoking freak was finally out of my
life.

"Amy Ho is now a free woman! Time to celebrate!"  I shouted.

I sat down on the couch and did the only thing I could do to celebrate.
Smoke a cigar! I had purchased it a few weeks ago, waiting for this moment to
celebrate! I had never smoked a cigar before, but some of my male co-workers
encouraged me to try and smoke one so I decided to wait for this special
occasion to smoke it. One Saturday afternoon I was walking in a mall and saw
this cigar store and decided to walk in and purchase one.

When I decided upon which cigar to buy, the cigar storeowner gave me
instructions as to what to do and how to smoke it. The owner told me he never
saw a Chinese girl buying a cigar before. Especially one who looked like they
were about 18 years old. I graciously thanked him for the compliment.

Now that I finished signing these divorce papers, I took the cigar and
chomped off the tip of it, and then I stuck this big thing in my mouth and
brought my lighter to the tip of the cigar. I had to suck a lot longer than I
would smoking a cigarette to finally feel some cigar smoke entering my mouth.
It tasted more powerful and different. What a strong taste! I know I could
not smoke a cigar often, as it would take me a long time to get used to it.

After the first few puffs I decided to try and inhale like I would do with a
cigarette, although the storeowner advised against it. I didn't care, I
wanted to try it. The next puff that I sucked into my mouth I tried inhaling
it to my lungs. Wow! So strong! Now I know why I shouldn't be inhaling from a
cigar. Still, I would try inhaling again, maybe later. Maybe my next puff
even!

I smoked most of the cigar, about 75% of it until I found it harder to smoke
than a cigarette. Minutes after I put out the cigar, I lit a cigarette. What
a difference that was! I sucked harder and harder from that cigarette to get
the same smoke density in my mouth as the cigar, but it was difficult. I
looked at myself in the mirror and really saw my cheeks hollow when I took a
puff. Is that what I looked like to everyone else? I looked like a desperate
smoker, so addicted beyond help.

Later that evening I brought out a bottle of wine to celebrate my divorce, I
looked at the cigar on the table and decided to light it again. Why not? A
glass of wine and a good cigar! I was in high society tonight! Just as I lit
the cigar, the phone rang. I quickly took a puff and answered the phone. It
was my younger sister Cindy from Hong Kong. She told me she was getting
married!

"Hey that's great Cindy. Congratulations. Gung Hey! Gung Hey (Chinese for
congratulations)" I said.

"Thanks, Amy. I'm so happy. I've been living with Gary for 2 years now and he
finally proposed. We're getting married next month.  I also want you to be my
maid of honour." Cindy replied.

"Oh, Yeah, great, for sure!" I said, taking a long drag from my cigar. Now I
had a second occasion to celebrate! We talked about wedding stuff then all of
a sudden Cindy changed the tone in her voice.

"Amy..." Cindy asked.

"Yes?" I replied.

"I'm sorry about your divorce. Jack actually called me in Hong Kong at one
point, wondering why you had changed. He was quite angry and disappointed.
He told me something: Is it true...are you really a cigarette smoker now?"
Cindy asked.

"Yes, Cindy. I smoke now. I started a few months ago. I really enjoy it. So
Jack told you I smoked, huh?" I said.

"Yes. I also told Father and Mother if they heard of it. Jack called them
too. Mom and Dad are really disappointed that you smoke, especially since our
brother Michael quit years ago and no one else has ever smoked in our family.
They say you are bringing shame to the Ho family and it's ancestors." Cindy
said.

"Yah, yah. I figured Jack would call Mom. They always got along. What about
you, Cindy?" I asked.

"What about me...what?" My sister replied.

"Are you disappointed that I smoke? Do you hate me too? Do you actually think
I'm bringing shame to our friggin family?" I asked. I knew what Cindy would
say. She has always hated smoking. She didn't even want to go to a restaurant
that smelled of smoke when we were younger. She'd give me a lecture for sure.

"Well, I'm not really disappointed. I am just a little bit shocked. I never
pictured you as a smoker. I think the first time I will see you smoke, that
will be strange. But, I guess I'm immune to it now. You see, Gary smokes
sometimes, a few times a week, especially at parties and gatherings, but
never in front of Mom and Dad. He has tried to get me to smoke at times too.
Don't tell Mom and Dad that Gary smokes." Cindy answered.

"I won't tell them. So Gary smokes, eh? Have you ever tried it, Cindy?" I
said. I was hoping she could try it so I wouldn't be the only black sheep in
the family.

"No, I won't smoke. I find it disgusting. I'm not sure if I ever told you,
but, I tried it, once, in high school." Cindy said.

"You smoked? Way to go, Cind!" I said with a big smile on my face. Time for
another drag from my celebratory cigar.

"No Amy, I was not a smoker. I only tried it once, one puff, with some other
girls from school. We all wanted to try what it was like. One of the girls
had stolen a pack from their dad and I was the last girl amongst our group to
try a puff. I think I was about 13. I coughed and found it disgusting. I
haven't tried it again, nor do I want to. When I met Gary, I knew he smoked a
bit and I tried to urge him to quit, but that was unsuccessful. It bothered
me at first, but I guess I'm used to it now. Actually He's really trying to
quit now, he said we wanted to quit by the time we get married. He smokes a
lot less than before. By the way, when you come to Hong Kong, you'd better
stay with me, I am the only one in the family who is used to the smell of
smoke, and I'm sure you will smoke." My sister replied.

"Sure, I can stay with you, Cind. Love to. If you hate my smoking I can stay
in a hotel." I said.

"No, please stay with me. I think I am the only person you can stay with
anyways. Everyone in the family in Hong Kong heard about your smoking and how
much you smoke, they don't have a big opinion of you right now. I don't even
know if Mom and Dad want to talk with you." Cindy replied

"I expected that. I'm not quitting, though, they will have to live with it.
See ya." I said and hung up the phone. My sister was getting married and my
divorce is finalized on the same day. Amazing!. I better take another puff
from my cigar. It's almost done. When I finish this cigar, I think I'll
return to the store to buy some more. I can foresee cigar smoking as a
regular thing for me, once in a while.

The next few weeks went by quickly and I was getting ready to travel to Hong
Kong for my sister's wedding. 2 problems though. The first one is this. The
flight to Hong Kong is 14 hours. How am I not going to smoke for that long?
What the heck do I do? I'd better buy those patches I heard about and put
some on my body during the flight. The second problem was that I'm going to
be blackballed from my family for smoking and people will avoid me as if I
was a leper who escaped from a leper colony. I don't want to be singled out!
The only thing I could think of was that if someone else smoked in my family,
I wouldn't be alone. Maybe I could get Cindy's fiancé Gary to smoke more
often and not quit. Even though he was white and non-Chinese, he still would
be family. This way another person in our family would be a smoker and I
wouldn't be the only one. If Gary and I could get together and get Cindy to
try smoking again, Oh! that would be glorious!

As the day of the flight arrived, I put a few patches on my body to cut down
my cravings to smoke, but it didn't work. After a few hours in flight, my
lungs were simply dying for a cigarette, even worse than the bus rides home
from work. Good thing I had brought my cigarettes with me on the plane. I
tried to do what others do on planes, I went to the washroom to sneak a
smoke! I am so evil!

I was smart though. I wouldn't smoke a whole cigarette, only a few puffs. A
power smoke of sorts. What I did was I went into the washroom, got down on my
knees ( I'm pretty small) and stuck my face near the toilet and lit my
cigarette. I took 2 and 3 deeply needed drags and flushed right away as I
exhaled. I was hoping for the suction from the toilet to take all the smoke
with it down the toilet, and I was right! I took a few more puffs and kept
flushing. I finished half the cigarette and threw it in the toilet, sprayed
myself with perfume and opened the door. The next person who came in after me
didn't even notice the smell.

I went to the washroom a few times during the flight. Once I was really
needing to smoke and had to smoke a whole cigarette in the washroom. I was
pretty sneaky. As I walked into the washroom, I told the flight attendant who
stood 10 feet away from me that the washroom stank of smoke, I blamed the
person who just came out. But before the stewardess got to the washroom, I
told her I really had to go right away and I could come out quick so that she
could confirm the strong smell of smoke in the washroom which came from the
person who was in previous to me. I quickly smoked a whole cigarette in the
washroom and felt satisfied. When I finished, I ran out quickly telling
everyone it really smelled of smoke. As I had figured, the attendant was
there and smelled the obvious smoke. She even apologized to me for the smell
and didn't suspect it was me. I am so evil! The stewardess was looking to
blame to person who went in before I did. I fooled her!

I made in to Hong Kong and after standing in line at customs, I finally
received my luggage and went out and saw Cindy standing there. I was glad to
see her, my lungs were even happier because I could go outside now. I needed
another smoke! Since Cindy knew I was a smoker, I lit up at the airport
immediately and was half way through my cigarette as we got to her car I
asked Cindy if I could smoke in her car and she said that would be alright
with her. I even offered her a cigarette, but she declined.

"Are you sure you don't want to try one Cindy, you don't know what you are
missing." I said. I took a drag and exhaled the smoke towards my sister. I am
so evil!

"I said No, OK. My gosh, I'm still in shock watching you smoke, Amy. I can't
believe you really smoke! But I am seeing it with my own two eyes, so I know
it's true." Cindy replied.

"Maybe we can smoke together sometimes. Here, try it." I said and handed my
lit cigarette to her in the car. My sister looked at me in shock!

"Amy, cut it out! You are even worse than Gary! I won't smoke. I won't ever
smoke! You can smoke all you want. By the way I am observing you smoke, you
certainly enjoy it and you looked totally hooked!" Cindy said.

"Yes, I am addicted, but I love it, I don't care." I replied.

"Mom and Dad will care. You'd better not smoke in front of them." Cindy said.

"Why not, I'm not 15 years old, I'm 35. You aren't 15 either, you're 27. We
can do what we want, we aren't children any more."

"But Amy, you've been away in North America too long, you forgot what it's
like to respect your elders here in Hong Kong. If they don't want you to
smoke, you'd better not." Cindy replied.

"I do what I want to do, OK?" I shouted. I took a big drag on purpose and
blew it towards her again instead of out the window.

"That's OK with me, Amy. I don't mind,. You can smoke at my place. How much
do you smoke, anyways?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, I smoke about 15 cigarettes a day." I said, which was a lie. I was a 25
to 30 a day cigarette smoker.

"I guess I can live with that." Cindy responded.

The ride home was long. I smoked a second cigarette in Cindy's car. I was
glad she didn't mind. I even exhaled the smoke towards the drivers seat more
often. She never even flinched. She really must be used to second hand smoke
from Gary. When we got to Cindy's place, Gary was waiting for us inside. He
was so handsome! We chatted a bit. I unpacked the things from the suitcase in
my room. When I was done unpacking, I sat in the living room and took out my
pack of cigarettes. I looked at Gary. My plan was ready for action.

"Will you join me Gary?" I asked.

I saw Gary look at Cindy. I knew Gary was trying to quit and I was tempting
him. Cindy didn't want him to smoke, I could see it in her expression on her
face. But he came over, sat down beside me and smoked a cigarette with me. I
pulled the smoke deep into my lungs and enjoyed every puff I took. It was
torture being on a plane that long without really enjoying a cigarette. The
airlines are so ignorant!

One thing I noticed as I chained from my first cigarette into a second one
was that Gary kept staring at me. Just like all the guys before, he was
getting off on watching me smoke. I must be so gorgeous!

Cindy also picked up on that and was getting a bit jealous. Gary was paying
no attention to her, only to me. He carefully watched me as I inhaled and
exhaled. His eyes were glued on my chest as it expanded when I inhaled, and
on my mouth as I exhaled. He was looking at my tits too. From the angle on
the couch, I couldn't see if he was getting a hard-on, but I'm sure he was.
He was looking at me like he hadn't had sex with a woman in 20 years and he
had just escaped from an all-male prison. I still gave him a great smoking
show, sitting on the couch, but then Cindy came and sat in the middle of us
to try and break the chemistry.

She sat there in between us and was getting second hand smoke from two
people. I conveniently blew smoke towards my sister each time I exhaled. She
wasn't even bothered by it. Gary kept staring at me. He lit a second
cigarette, all the time watching me smoke. He caught on to what I was doing
and blew the cigarette smoke towards Cindy too. It was a great tag-team!
Cindy was looking angrily at him and wanted to smack him. Cindy was jealous
and had to get him out of there, so she said that their place was out of
coffee and sent Gary out to buy some. As Gary walked out the door he still
was staring at me and waited for me to do another amazing exhale before he
left. I did not disappoint him.

Now Cindy was looking at me. I knew she was angry.

"Amy, what the heck did you do to Gary." Cindy shouted out.

"Huh? what do you mean." I said, pretending to be stupid.

"Gary kept staring at you. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you while you
were smoking. What's up with that?" Cindy asked.

"Really? I didn't notice." I said once again, pretending to act dumb. "I
think some guys get attracted to women who smoke, that's all. It looks sexy,
I guess Gary is wired that way." I added. But then Cindy began to cry.

"What's wrong Cindy?" I said, but Cindy began to cry more. I quickly put out
my cigarette in the ashtray and gave her a hug.

"It's just that. Shit.! I don't understand it. Ever since we got engaged a
month ago, even before that, we haven't had any sex. None at all! It's like,
he's not interested. I've tried different things. I bought new nightgowns,
new perfumes, I let my hair grow, I walked around the apartment naked, but I
got nothing out of him. Nothing. I tried everything to get him excited. I
ditched my glasses and switched to contacts. I even tried things in bed, but
still nothing. I don't know what to do anymore. Then he sees you smoking and
it's like his dick is going to explode! What's going on!" Cindy cried out.

I thought about what I was going to say. Advantage: Amy.

"I know what would get Gary excited again and I'm 100% positive you'll have
great sex right away." I said. It quickly came to me. What if I got Cindy to
smoke for Gary and get him excited, then we would have three smokers in the
family and I certainly would not be alone anymore.

"What? What is it! I'll do anything!!" Cindy cried out. She meant it.

"Are you certain you would try anything?" I asked once again.

"Yes, yes!! Please Amy, if you know something, tell me!!" Cindy shouted.

"What if, instead of me smoking for him, you could smoke for him, in bed, or
right here on the couch. You saw what a hard-on he was getting when he saw me
smoke, and he doesn't even know me. If you, someone he loves, someone who he
thinks is so gorgeous already would smoke in front of him, he'd be a friggin
animal!! He'd jump your bones like a mad man!" I said, hoping that my sister
would really smoke, thus I would have 2 allies on my side. Gary, Cindy and
myself would all be smokers then!

"Me? Smoking? Like you?" Cindy said. She was a little unsure.

"Absolutely! I could teach you. It would be easy. We could start right now!!"
I replied. I picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table and pulled out a
cigarette and held it in my left hand. I was ready to hand it to her.

"I don't know, Amy." Cindy said. She looked at the cigarette in my hand.
Cindy was in deep thought. She knew cigarettes were not something she'd ever
want. And to sacrifice herself to smoke just to get sex as a reward was a
trade-off she was seriously thinking about. I had to come in for the kill. I
had to do anything to get her to smoke.

"Sure you should smoke. I could teach you and you'd be great at it. Gary
would love it! You don't want some other woman you don't know smoking in
front of him, getting him excited. Who knows where that would lead to. You
might lose him. I think you better smoke to save your marriage, and you
better smoke a lot to attract him too. Here: take this cigarette and I can
show you how to smoke. It won't taste bad. Here." I said. I handed Cindy a
cigarette. She looked at me and seemed to believe what I said. She took a
deep breath and sighed.

"You're right, Amy. I don't want to lose him." Cindy said and she took the
cigarette from me. She held it properly between her fingers, having observed
Gary smoking before.

"Am I going to get addicted like you?" Cindy asked. She held the cigarette as
if she'd smoked for years.

"No, of course not. Once you smoke for him, after a few weeks you can stop
and your marriage will be right on track. You only need to smoke for him in
bed, there's no way you get addicted that fast." I responded. Damn. If she's
only going to smoke for a few weeks, I better teach her how to inhale right
away. This will be a crash course.

"I don't think I can smoke, Amy. I just don't like the smell and the health
disadvantages." Cindy said and she handed the cigarette back to me. I did not
take it from her. Cindy then placed the cigarette on the table. I had to
convince her to somehow smoke.

"Cindy, regarding the health disadvantages, with all the second hand smoke
you are already getting, it won't make a difference to your health. We keep
blowing the smoke in the apartment, some towards you and you don't even
flinch. All that second-hand smoke is going into your system. Since Gary has
smoked for years, you have been breathing it in for years. It won't make a
difference if you actually smoke a cigarette yourself, and remember, if you
don't smoke for Gary, you might lose him to someone else. You may never even
have sex with him again." I replied. I picked up the cigarette from the table
and handed it to Cindy. She didn't take it at first, but she reasoned in her
mind what I had said. She took the cigarette from my hand and held it between
her fingers. I really think she was going to smoke this time.

"Oh..Ok then. I'll try it. Shit. I thought that when I was 13 years old and
tried it that first time, I would not try smoking again. But here I am. I
know I'm not going to like it, but I can't lose Gary to some sex crazed
smoking goddess." Cindy responded. She paused, then she put the cigarette in
her mouth, and sucked on the tip as I brought the lighter closer to Cindy's
cigarette. Cindy tried to imitate Gary or I and tried sucking large amounts
of smoke in her mouth, which resulted in a cough.

"This is just like last time, when I was 13, Amy. I can't do it. I don't want
it! Yuck!" Cindy said and she handed the cigarette to me. I took it from her
and brought it towards her mouth and said.

"Cindy, you can do this. Just suck on it, gently, gently. Try drawing in some
smoke in your mouth and blow it out almost right away. Do it. You'll be fine,
Cindy. You need to save your marriage." I said. Cindy opened her mouth and I
put the cigarette inside. Cindy lifted her right hand to hold the cigarette
in her mouth and dragged softly on it, she drew a little bit of smoke in her
mouth and blew it out quickly. She didn't cough this time. She was glad she
didn't cough. She wasn't sure if she could actually take another puff as the
taste upset her. I pushed her to keep trying. Cindy took a few more "baby"
drags as I would call them until she tried to drag harder.  She was able to
draw in more smoke without coughing. I continued to prod her to smoke more by
dragging a little bit harder, a little bit longer with each puff she took.
She still didn't look comfortable, but she was able to do it without
complaining too much. It was strange to see my sister smoke. I didn't have
too much time to get her to 'really' smoke and would try to teach her how to
inhale after she finished her first cigarette.

"How do you feel after smoking that first cigarette?" I said.

"I suppose I feel alright. I don't feel anything really. The taste isn't
something I'm used to yet, it's so bitter. So this is all I have to do, smoke
for Gary like this and we'll have great sex? " Cindy asked.

"Not really Cind. I have to really teach you how to smoke, to smoke for Gary.
You'll have to learn to inhale the smoke in your lungs, and then exhale it
out of your lungs and through your mouth. It has to be lots of smoke. That's
what gets guys dicks totally hard." I replied.

"Is that dangerous? Putting smoke in my lungs?" Cindy asked.

"No. I do it all the time. It's the best part about smoking. When you get to
do this right, he will be an animal every night. You'll see." I replied and
handed another cigarette to Cindy. I wanted to see her inhale!

"I. I don't feel comfortable to do this. Can't I just smoke like I did 2
minutes ago?" Cindy asked as she held the cigarette in her hand. It was not
lit yet.

"Cindy. The reason Gary was staring at me was because I sucked smoke deep
into my lungs. He liked to see my chest expand. He liked seeing how long I
could drag on a cigarette. He wanted to see how much smoke I could blow out.
This is what Gary wants. If you smoke the way you just did, he won't be
interested. What about those women at Gary's office, they probably smoke like
I do and he'll want to get into their pants, not yours. You must smoke
properly or Gary will be gone. Let's go Cindy, I'll teach you how to inhale."
I said. Cindy reluctantly agreed and she lit this cigarette herself this
time.

"OK, here it goes. I just hope I don't puke." Cindy said and tried to inhale.
She coughed almost immediately. She yelled out a couple of curse words with
wisps of smoke exiting her mouth. She was making a funny face to me.

"Cindy, don't inhale that much smoke yet. Just draw in a little smoke at
first. You aren't used to it yet, just like I wasn't when I tried." I said,
trying to encourage her.

Although Cindy coughed the first few times after attempting to inhale once
more, she knew the seriousness of the situation and was persistent until she
got it right. On her 4th attempt, she was able to inhale smoke in her lungs
without coughing and exhaled the smoke out of her mouth. I was going to make
a smoker out of her yet! I kept on prodding her to inhale more and more
often. She followed my instructions very well. I told her to hold the smoke
longer in her lungs and tilt her head just the right way and look seductive
while she smoked. When she finished that second cigarette, she wanted to
smoke another one right away to get better at smoking. One reason was that
she wanted to have sex with Gary and wanted to excite him tonight, right
away. Secondly I think she took to smoking very well. She enjoyed smoking
just like I did. She was trying to inhale deeper and deeper, but she wasn't
great at it yet. I knew she was getting a buzz from smoking, however she
didn't admit it to me. Cindy was also not realizing she was on her way to
getting herself addicted.

When Gary came home he saw the both of us smoking on the couch and he got a
hard on. He freaked out when he saw Cindy smoke. He almost did not know how
to react. He had a hard-on. He would have screwed her right there, but the
only problem was that he was still looking at me more often then my sister
after the first few minutes in shock when he saw Cindy smoke. Granted I am
prettier than my sister, but I was also a more accomplished smoker than Cindy
was. I can do amazing things with a cigarette!

While we sat on the couch I could see Cindy trying to duplicate my drags, but
she wasn't nearly as accomplished a smoker as I was. I knew what guys liked.
Cindy was upset that Gary would still watch me smoke more often than her. She
went to bed half way through the cigarette, crying. Gary and I sat on the
couch and I told him the plan of getting Cindy to smoke. He went along with
it, thanking me for getting her to finally smoke. He'd been trying for years
to get Cindy to smoke. He'd promise me he would watch her smoke and not me
from now on, although I knew he would still take a peak at me once in a
while.

I explained to Cindy in the morning that she had to become a more
accomplished smoker until Gary noticed her, so she wanted to smoke right
there, at breakfast. We each smoked 2 cigarettes in the morning and I taught
her the open mouth inhale and a French inhale. She said she wanted to
practice smoking tonight after work with me so that she could give Gary a
show in the evening. No Problem! I enjoyed smoking and the more I smoked, the
happier I was and the more Cindy smoked, the quicker she could get hooked. I
am so evil!.

By 10pm that night Cindy had smoked 8 cigarettes. She was inhaling every
single puff. She was also inhaling much longer than when we had smoked in the
morning. I could tell she was enjoying this newly found habit, and her lungs
were satiated with that good smoke.  I was surprised she wasn't feeling
dizzy, I guess she was used to the second hand smoke for years. Gary watched
Cindy smoke more often that evening and they went to bed at 11pm. I knew
something was going on in their room because I heard noises up until 1 or
2am. I think Cindy was finally getting laid.

When I woke up the next morning Gary told me they had sex for the first time
in 4 months. He said she put on an amazingly great smoking show, holding and
keeping cigarette smoke in her lungs for as long as she could. Gary said that
Cindy did some long exhales too. She even lit a cigarette after sex when he
didn't even ask her to smoke. Cindy responded that she just wanted to have
one. Gary and I both knew she was getting hooked. But so fast? These smoking
shows continued nightly for the next 2 weeks until the day of the wedding.

The night before the wedding, there was a large dinner to celebrate the
upcoming wedding. Cindy was already smoking 5 to10 cigarettes a day for about
2 weeks now and the addiction hit her for the first time during that dinner.
It was the first time she could not smoke in the evenings, since we've been
home every night finalizing the wedding plans with no one else around other
than Gary or myself. Cindy smoked more in the evenings when trying to
finalize all the plans. Some nights she smoked one after another without
noticing, as if she'd smoked for 15 years. She wasn't even realizing how much
she was smoking, it became a natural thing very quickly. Mom and Dad didn't
know she was smoking yet.

Being the maid of honour, I sat beside Cindy at dinner. I of course was
smoking. That's one thing I like about Hong Kong: you can practically smoke
anywhere you want! I love Hong Kong! My parents looked in shame at me every
time I had a cigarette in my hand. Too bad I didn't have a cigar, I would
have liked to smoke one right in front of them, make then puke! I was one of
only two girls smoking in the restaurant and many guys were staring at me.
If I would have known how popular I would be as a smoker, I would have smoked
in Hong Kong when I was 9 years old!

Half way through dinner I knew Cindy kept looking at me, well, really she was
looking at my cigarette and watched me inhale a few times. It was getting to
Cindy. It had been about 4 or 5 hours since Cindy had last smoked a cigarette
and by this time usually she was into her second one in the evening. I knew
she wanted to smoke. I thought she was certainly addicted.  By the time
dinner was done, I lit another cigarette. Cindy watched me as a I took the
cigarette out of my pack, placed it in my mouth and lit up. I love that
'after meal' cigarette, and so did Cindy since we were both smoking a
cigarette after dinner usually.

Cindy watched me as I inhaled and exhaled that first puff. The smoke from my
cigarette was even drifting towards her. By the time I was on my second or
third drag, I knew it was only a matter of time until she snapped. I knew the
feelings my sister was going through. It was just like I was, on the bus, a
few months ago, waiting to get off that bus so I could smoke again.  This
night would be even longer for Cindy since we would be there another 2 or 3
hours. Could Cindy not smoke for the next three hours? Could she hold on
until we got home?

As people were getting up to talk with others, Cindy turned to me and asked
me if she could have a drag from my cigarette. I knew it! She was hooked!

"Amy, can I have a drag from your cigarette? Not here though, let's go now to
the washroom together." Cindy whispered to me.

When we got to the washroom, no one else was there, it was safe for Cindy to
smoke. I handed my cigarette to Cindy. She gladly put it in her mouth and took
a long drag from it. She sighed after she inhaled the smoke in her lungs. I
saw a feeling of contentment on my sister's face. She slowly exhaled the
smoke from her mouth and lungs and paused for a few seconds. That was the
first time I noticed her cheeks hollow when taking a drag. She followed that
with a second puff and looked at me as she exhaled.

"I really needed that Amy, thanks." Cindy said, with wisps of smoke exiting
her mouth. She then returned my cigarette.

"Cindy? Why are you smoking in here? You don't have to practice now, you
can't get Gary excited from here! I don't understand!" I said. I tried to
play dumb. I knew she was addicted. I am so evil!

"I know, but, I don't know what's going on. Since I started smoking 2 weeks
ago, I simply enjoy it, which surprised the heck out of me, actually. I can't
understand why but I really like to smoke! Whether it's for Gary or not. I
really like that first cigarette in the morning, and that's alone without
Gary around even! I get up in the morning to go to work, and while you two
are still sleeping, I notice a pack of cigarettes sitting on the table near
the couch, probably yours, and a strong dominating voice inside of me tells
me to light up. I take a cigarette out of the pack and light it and, oh God
Amy, it feels so good!" Cindy said.

"Yes, I know." I replied. My sister was smoking more than I thought even.
Smoking alone is one of the first signs that you're hooked.

"After I smoke that first cigarette, that dominating voice inside isn't
satisfied and I have to smoke a second cigarette before I leave for work.
Amy, what's happening to me? I'm sitting at dinner tonight and watching you
smoke, and it's like I need to smoke too! When I get home from work recently,
I'm all excited! All day at work there's this voice inside of me that keeps
telling me to smoke, and when I get home the only thing I want to do is to
smoke again, with you. I want to inhale more and more whether I feel
light-headed or not, I just love that feeling. All day at work, I really miss
having smoke in my lungs! I really do!" Cindy said.

"Oh oh Cind. I think you might be slowly getting addicted to it. You better
stop smoking now or you won't be able to stop. But shit, your sex life is
great now. If you stop smoking now, I hope the sex won't stop. Just smoke
less often, that's all. Only during sex." I said.

"But that's the thing. I try to smoke less often, but, I can't. I just want
to smoke more. Last week after having some more amazing sex with Gary, I lit
up another cigarette. I originally wanted to smoke to excite him, to have sex
as a reward. But now, even after the sex is over, I still want to smoke and I
do smoke! I told myself a week ago that I'll get addicted if I keep on
smoking like this and I know it won't take long till I can't stop anymore.
Now, a week later, I was right. I thought I should stop smoking while I still
could, but, I even smoked a cigarette at work yesterday. I'm worried I'm
becoming a smoker, but, I really like it too. It's like I want to smoke.
Does this make any sense? And...can I have another drag of your cigarette,
Amy? I want one badly!" Cindy said and I handed her my cigarette. She took
the cigarette in her hand and quickly brought it towards her mouth. She took
another deep drag and did an open mouth inhale. She pulled the smoke very
deeply into her lungs and exhaled a long stream of smoke that seemed to stick
around us for a few minutes.

"Shit Amy, I think I'm hooked. Oh! who's kidding who: I know I'm hooked. I
even smoked a cigarette in the shower before we left for the restaurant a few
hours ago when everyone else was getting dressed. I just wanted to. I just
needed to. In fact I need a cigarette right now. Shit!" Cindy said.

I handed Cindy a cigarette. She lit up right away. She looked very desperate.
I felt bad for my sister. I didn't feel evil anymore.

"Cind, I want to apologize to you. When I saw Gary stare at me that first
day. I knew he had a smoking fetish and is attracted to smokers. I knew if
you smoked for him, he would enjoy it, but I also knew if I got you to smoke,
I wouldn't be alone in the family and I'd have a partner. I got you to smoke
so much more than you actually needed to, Cind. That first day when Gary saw
you smoke, you already had him. Are you upset with me?" I said.  Cindy looked
at me and gave me a hug. I was shocked.

"Amy, I want to thank you for recharging my sex life with Gary and for
getting me to smoke. You were right when we were at the airport. I didn't
know what I was missing when I saw you smoke that first cigarette in my car.
I like to smoke. I want to smoke more often. Yes. My name is Cindy Ho, and I
am a smoker!" Cindy shouted in the washroom.

"Easy sis, not so loud. Hey Cind, what if we walked up to Mom and Dad now,
both of us smoking, let's get Gary too. The 3 of us smoking, walking up to
them. Oh brother!" I asked.

"Great idea. I know they'll be pissed as hell. Maybe we can get Mom to smoke
too?" Cindy said

"Oooh, that's going to be a tough one. But with cigarettes, nothing is
impossible.!" I added.

"That's right Amy. Now I know. I'm just like you, sister!" Cindy added.

And with that, Cindy called Gary on her cell phone to meet us in front of the
women's washroom. As Gary got there, he saw Cindy and I, both smoking
cigarettes. Cindy told Gary what he should do and he lit his own cigarette.
All 3 of us walked out from the washroom area, cigarettes in our hand,
towards our parents. Dad saw us first and seconds later both our Parents were
staring at Gary and us smoking cigarettes in front of them. Both of our
Parents yelled at Cindy and blamed me for getting Cindy and Gary to smoke.
Cindy told them Gary smoked for years and that she herself was stupid for not
trying it until recently. Mom asked my sister and I what was wrong with both
of us, that we were crazy or something. She begged us not to smoke where
others could see us. That forced us to go around the room and meet everyone
with cigarettes in our hands or in out mouths. Cindy wanted us to show
everyone that we all smoked. Mom and Dad were beside themselves.

I was happy and free! I was no longer the black sheep of the family, with 2
other members of our family smoking with me. My plan succeeded!

On Cindy's wedding day, I made sure Cindy and I stepped outside often from
the church and onto the street, smoking a cigarette. Cindy in a wedding gown,
me in a beautiful pink dress. We were attracting many people on the street!

Later that day we had a Chinese banquet, Cindy looked so beautiful in her red
dress. My dress was similar to hers. I had instructed Gary prior to the
wedding to buy us a couple of cigars and he delivered. Cindy and I both
smoked a cigar that evening at the banquet, although Cindy was reluctant at
first to do so. We even have a picture of the two of us, cigars in our
mouths. My mom said we were humiliating the family honor by smoking cigars.
It wasn't proper for a lady to smoke cigars, she kept telling us. I even gave
a speech while holding the cigar in my hand. Cindy got up and stood beside me
while I gave the speech, which was in Chinese, of course. She stood there
beside me with her cigar in her hand too, taking puffs from it at the same
time as I was.

Cindy got a little drunk and even asked mom to smoke a cigar with us. Cindy
was nuts! Mom slapped Cindy on the hand and told her she had drank too much.
I think we all drank too much that night and we didn't get to bed until about
3 am. I stayed in a hotel so that Gary and Cindy could have their own place
for the night. I wonder what kind of amazing smoking shows Cindy would give
Gary that night!

As for me, I was off back to North America soon, thinking of how often I
could smoke by sneaking drags in the washroom on the plane ride back.
Watching Cindy getting married made me also think when I would get married
again, and with whom. I needed to get that part of my life going again. I
needed to start seriously dating. I missed the company of a partner for life.
I was still young, at 35. I look much younger though. I still get asked for
I.D. sometimes. Who would be my next husband? I had dated a few times since
my husband walked out on me, but those guys weren't husband material, they
just wanted to get me in the sack. Did they? I cannot tell you or I would
lose honor and respect.

I even didn't care in my future husband smoked or not, as long as he let me
smoke when I wanted to, and he got excited when I smoked for him. Look at all
the smoking shows he was already missing!

At least this gave me a lot to think about on that long plane ride back home.
Gotta run. Actually I really have to run, to catch my plane. Better take one
last deep drag on my cigarette before going through customs. Those ignorant
officials are already staring at me, seeing me with a cigarette in my hand,
running to the customs area. Just one more drag. Maybe two.

The end.