Back and Forth, Part 6

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BACK AND FORTH
by SSTORYMAN

6.	The Big Switch.

   Vicki felt discouraged.  She hit doubly hard on her 35th cigarette of the
day while sitting in her daughter's bedroom.  Her confidence about Kylee's
well-being went up in smoke, so to speak, when she heard her drone on about a
cockamamie story of an invisible hiding place in her bathroom.  A bridge
between two worlds indeed!  Sitting in Kylee's room she began to consider
another call to Dr. Keith.  The poor girl was clearly troubled; Vicki was
worried and at the same time maddened.  Nevertheless she'd go through the
motions with her.  When she opened the bathroom door and went inside she
expected to find her troubled daughter sitting on the floor pretending to be
invisible, or worse, hiding in the shower or somewhere else.

   Kylee said to give her a couple minutes.  Vicki hit on her B&H and sucked
additional smoke into her chest.  It brought a small measure of comfort.  All
her delight over Allyson becoming a smoker had instantly evaporated, replaced
by new concerns about Kylee.  What in the hell was wrong?  And what in the
hell could she do about it?  Dreadful visions of her eldest daughter in a
psychiatric hospital room flooded her mind.  She shuddered and fought off
those fears as she drew again on her cigarette.  The nicotine did help, of
course, but not nearly enough.

   She looked at her watch.  It was time.  She opened the bathroom door and
went in.  "Okay, Kylee, here I come, honey.  This game of hide and seek is
over."  She looked.  The bathroom was empty.  She knit her brow.  That was
odd!  There was no way out except the door she just walked through.  She
peeked inside the cabinet under the sink and in the shower.  No sign of her.
She frowned again and drew once more on her shrinking B&H.  Obviously
something weird was going on.  She started to get mad.  As soon as she
figured out how her daughter tricked her she'd definitely give her a piece
of her mind!

   No sign of Kylee.  Vicki sighed and walked to the far wall where Kylee
said she'd feel an invisible step.  With no expectancy she reached out.  She
startled.  Her hand touched something!  She reached again expecting to find
it was her imagination.  There it was again!  She felt it.  Her hand began to
shake.  "Oh my God," she gasped audibly.  "Holy shit!"  She definitely
felt something; something she couldn't see.  "Oh my God," she repeated
feeling along the precipice with trembling fingers.  "Either Kylee's not
crazy after all or both of us are!"

   She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray on the vanity.  She turned and
perfunctorily raised her foot to step up onto the invisible ledge.  She
gasped.  It was just like Kylee promised!  She lifted herself up and
disappeared into a cloudy nether world.

   "Hey Mom," she heard Kylee's voice.  "Good work!  See, I told you!"

   In the cloudiness stood her daughter in front of her.  Kylee had a huge
grin on her face.  At her feet was a small ashtray filled with old cigarette
butts.

   "Kylee, what the -?  What the hell's going on?"

   "I told you it was real," the teenager gushed.  "Pretty soon I can tell
you the rest of the story, the real reason why I brought you here with me
tonight!"

   In the mist Vicki heard two pair of footsteps.  She turned vainly trying
to make out just who or what was approaching through the fog.  What she
finally saw flabbergasted her!

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   "So that's the deal," the other Kylee concluded.  She smiled, first at
the two Vickis who sat stunned side by side on the floor in front of her and
then at her own counterpart.

   "I can't believe you got Mom to come tonight," Kylee smiled at her
twin.  "Especially after she got such bad news from Dr. Lalak today."  She
turned to her mother.  "But I'm so glad you did, Mom.  Do you understand
what the other Kylee said?  If you switch worlds like we did you can be
completely cured!"

   The non-smoking Vicki shook her head in disbelief.  "This is just too
incredible for words.  Damn!  I can't believe it."

   Still shaken, the other Vicki interjected.  "So explain this one more
time.  Do you really mean to say that in this other world where _she_ lives
there's no Sheridan treatment?  And in that world smoking is still
considered bad?"  She shook her head.  "God, I agree with my twin sister
here.  It's just unbelievable.  This must be a bad dream!"

   "It's no dream, Mom," the other Kylee interrupted.  "It's what we
thought at first.  But the last few days we've been living in each other's
worlds.  And if you guys switch worlds for a couple days, too, you can save
her life," she added, motioning toward the first Vicki.

   "If that's true then it's either a dream or a dream come true," Vicki
admitted.  "But this smoking business upsets me.  Kylee, so you _were_
smoking behind my back?"  She pointed accusingly at the full ashtray on the
invisible floor.  "Despite your assurances to the contrary?"

   Kylee gulped and nodded.  "That's right, Mom.  But don't you see?  It
doesn't matter now.  The only thing that matters is for you to get cured.
When you and I go back to their world we can make that happen."

   "Wait a second," the other Kylee cut in.  "I think _I_ should take your
mom back there to get inoculated."

   "No, I have to go," Kylee protested.  "I'm supposed to visit Dr. Keith
to get my own Sheridan treatment inoculation tomorrow morning.  They did my
blood work the other day and discovered I don't have it.  And I want to get
it.  Whatever world I wind up in, I want that!"

   The other Kylee frowned.  "Oh shit.  Well, yeah, I suppose that makes
sense."

   "Maybe Mom can get one at the same time with me," the first Kylee
brightened.  "Then if she wants she can go back home right away.  God,
it'll be super easy."

   "That might work," the other Vicki agreed.  "Look, Vicki, you
definitely must go.  There's no doubt.  I'm not looking forward to being in
your non-smoking world.  It's gonna be pretty difficult, to be honest.  I
smoke two packs a day.  I don't know exactly how, or even if, I can make it
without smoking in your stupid universe."

   "God, this whole business sucks," the first Vicki groaned.  "My
daughter's been smoking behind my back and now I have to go into a world
where people expect me to smoke?"  She looked at her twin.  "And you're
going into my world where you're gonna sneak cigarettes?  Oh my God!  If
anyone finds out they'll think it's me.  My reputation will be shot!"

   "Look, Mom.  It'll suck more if you die of breast cancer," the other
Kylee observed wryly.  "Even if you didn't die, having a mastectomy would
be awful.  God, you have no choice.  You gotta go with your Kylee to our
universe to get cured.  So what if you have to smoke a few cigarettes in the
process?  Big deal!"

   Vicki frowned at her counterpart.  She sighed.  "I don't like it,
though.  I'm on the Governor's Commission on Smoking and Health, for
Christ's sake.  I spent a lot of time the last year working against smoking.
The idea of having to smoke cigarettes is repulsive, even if it means I get
cured of my breast cancer."  She shuddered.  "Don't you understand?"

   The other Vicki smiled at her twin.  "Yeah, but if you and I are really
the same it's not exactly an impossibility.  You and I used to smoke.
Remember?"

   "Yeah, but years ago," Vicki retorted sharply.  "I was stupid then.  I
mean, we were," she added dryly.  "I know better now!"

   "Look, honey," the other Vicki shot back.  "Don't bullshit me.  If our
daughters are right you and I have the same memories.  And I remember pretty
clearly how I felt when I used to smoke.  And it definitely _wasn't_
torture.  Trust me, Vicki.  You can do it again and you definitely _won't_
hate it, either," she said with an almost malevolent smirk.

   "Wait a minute, Mom," Kylee interrupted.  "You used to smoke?"

   Vicki gravely nodded.  "Yep.  I did.  All through college and for a
couple years after.  I finally quit when I got pregnant with you.  It was the
hardest damn thing I ever did.  Right, Vicki?" she said with a smile
directed at her counterpart.  "Your father hated my smoking.  That's why if
_she_ goes to our universe and starts sneaking cigarettes Bob will smell it.
When he does he'll hit the roof.  If people at work find out she's smoking
on the sly they'll think it's me and my reputation will be mud!  That's
why all this sucks."

   The other Vicki shrugged.  "Them's the breaks, I guess.  Look, Vicki,
I'll try to be careful.  I'm willing to let you take my place so you can
get the Sheridan treatment.  It's the least I can do.  But I won't go
through nicotine withdrawal to cover for you.  Hell, I can't!  You remember
how hellish it is to quit.  No way I do _that_ again.  If you pretend you're
me so you can get an inoculation, and I think you should, well, you have to
smoke again while pretending.  Like I said, you'll find it's not at all
difficult," she added with a mocking smile.

   "But God!  I don't want to.  It's so - so detestable," Vicki pleaded.

   Her twin let out a wicked laugh.  "In _my_ world smoking isn't
detestable any more," she teasingly replied.  "In my world it's part of
being a good soldier and a good Democrat.  Everyone smokes in my world now,
even President Gore."

   Vicki stared in stunned disbelief.  "President Gore?"

   "Mom, I forgot to tell you," Kylee sighed.  "In their world Gore won in
2000.  Right after the cancer cure Congress passed national health care and
Gore won the election in a landslide."

   Despite herself Vicki couldn't help but giggle.  "Oh my God!  Do you
mean in your world we Democrats are still the majority party?"

   "Uh, yeah."  Suddenly it registered on the smoking world Vicki.  "Oh my
God!  You mean we're _not_ in power in your universe?"  The answer was
clearly not from the dismay on her counterpart's face.  The other Vicki
groaned.  "Oh shit!  Not only can't I smoke in your world, but I have to
live in a universe where the Republicans are in power!"

   Kylee interrupted.  She was looking at her watch.  "Look, we can fill you
in on all the other differences as we go along.  But we should get back
before Dad and Allyson wonder what happened to us.  We need to get back to
_both_ our worlds, you guys.  Agreed?"

   All heads slowly bobbed up and down, with the two Vickis still looking
reluctant.

   "We check in with each other tomorrow night for a progress report.  Same
time.  Okay?"

   More nods.

   Kylee turned to her real mother.  "Mom, we go back this way.  The first
few times I found it's easy to get confused.  But you can tell which way is
which based on the direction of this ashtray."  She turned to the others.
"Mom and Kylee, I really appreciate what you're doing.  I know my real mom
does, too.  We'll get her inoculated with the Sheridan treatment as soon as
we can.  In the meantime you hold off Dr. Lalak and any more of her
mastectomy shit."

   "Kylee!"  Vicki turned aghast toward he daughter.  "Watch your
language!"

   "Mom, lighten up.  I'm in charge now, for God's sake.  So don't give
me any more bullshit.  We're going so I can save your life.  I don't have
time for any lectures about anything.  I'll say whatever I feel like saying.
Okay?"

   Vicki sighed.  She admired her offspring's spunk.  "Okay, Kylee.  You
win.  You're the boss for now!  Let's go."  And with her daughter Vicki
stepped down into a brave new world.

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   With an artificial smile Vicki walked with Kylee into the living room.  It
looked like her home but it wasn't; not really.  She tried to look in
control.  In fact her head was spinning.  The smell of fresh cigarette smoke
was everywhere all through the house.  It made her feel weird; but her life
depended on playing her counterpart's role to perfection.  She _had_ to get
the Sheridan treatment as soon as she could.  In the meantime she had to play
this world's Vicki Bergen.

   Allyson sat in a chair across from her husband Bob.  The TV was on but
neither of them paid attention.  Bob was perusing a newspaper while Allyson
worked on a crossword puzzle.  Vicki noticed ashtrays on every table.  She
sighed.  God, this would be hard to get used to!

   Kylee demurely sat next to her sister.  "Hey, Allyson.  Want to have
another cigarette with me?  I think it'd make Mom really happy to see you
smoke again."  She gave Vicki a calculatedly impish glance.

   "Yeah, sure," Allyson grinned.  The petite youngster accepted a
cigarette from her sister's proffered gold pack of Benson & Hedges.  "I'd
love one!"

   Vicki certainly wasn't shocked by it.  Kylee's briefing prepared her for
it at least intellectually.  Still it was an emotional jolt to see her
beloved fourteen year old daughter accept a long white cigarette from Kylee
with a smile and then take it in her fingers just like it was the most
natural thing in the world.

   "Here, Al," Kylee said playfully.  "Let me light you up."  The older
teenager held out her lighter.  Her sister leaned in to catch the light.
Amazed, Vicki watched Allyson hit hard on her cigarette.  The youngster
effortlessly inhaled smoke into her lungs and smiled right at her.

   "Something wrong, Mom?  You look sort of out of it."

   Before Vicki answered Kylee spoke.  "Mom's got a headache," she
explained.  "She took a couple Tylenol upstairs.  She'll feel better in a
minute.  Right, Mom?"

   Vicki nodded.  "Uh, yeah, I'll be fine, honey."  She felt somewhat
dazed.

   Bob spoke.  "Hey, Vick.  Have another cigarette.  That always makes you
feel better if your head hurts."

   Vicki knew this moment would come.  But still she wasn't quite ready.
She smiled demurely.  "Yeah, maybe I will, maybe in a minute."

   "Nonsense, Mom," Kylee interjected with a devilish grin.  "Don't wait.
Go ahead and have one right now.  You know you want it."  She selflessly
offered Vicki her pack.

   Vicki was furious at her eldest daughter.  But she had no choice.  Very
slowly she accepted a cigarette from Kylee.  The teenager then took another
for herself.  "God, there's just nothing quite like a cigarette to make you
feel better.  Right, Mom?"

   She gave her daughter a slightly dazed nod.  "Yeah, I guess that's
right, honey."

   Vicki slowly put the long white unlit cylinder between her trembling lips.
It seemed so surrealistic!  It'd been years since her last cigarette.  Yet
here she was, about to light up in front of her daughters and her husband.
More astounding, they fully expected her to.  They wanted her to smoke this
cigarette because supposedly it was going to be good for her!

   Kylee recognized her mother's confused hesitation.  She wasn't about to
let Vicki off the hook.  Laughing to herself she clicked her lighter and held
the flame out to her reluctant victim.  "Here you go, Mom.  Enjoy!"

   Vicki looked sternly at Kylee and silently mouthed "Damn you!"  But like
Allyson before her she leaned toward Kylee to catch the flame.  The tobacco
end of the cigarette crackled as Vicki instinctively applied suction with her
mouth.  Smoke flowed from the filter tip and filled her mouth.  It tasted -.
God, it tasted weird.  But actually it was kind of good, damn good!  Her old
smoker instincts kicked in and she expertly raised her fingers to make a
"V" around the burning cigarette as she took an initial hit.  She removed
it from her mouth and pulled the smoke down into her lungs, doing her best to
look like a real smoker.

   "How's that, Mom?  Pretty good, huh?  I bet you feel better already!"

   Vicki obediently nodded to indicate her expected concurrence.  The feeling
of smoking again was electric.  It was like an old friend coming home to feel
smoke in her lungs.  She pursed her lips to release a stream of smoke into
the already smoky living room.  Her head was spinning.  But she smiled.

   "Yes, it's very nice, honey.  Thanks so much," she said with an
undertone of bitter irony that Kylee clearly caught, though neither Bob nor
Allyson seemed to.

   Bob and Allyson didn't pay nearly as much attention as Kylee.  She was
greatly amused to see her non-smoking mother's sudden return to nicotine
indulgence after a long, long absence.  She was delighted.  Her mom almost
looked like she liked it.

   In truth, Vicki sort of did.  Memories of a supposedly evil former habit
flooded back.  She felt the familiar euphoria associated with smoking, the
incredible exhilaration of feeling the smoky substance inside her lungs.  It
was, in a word, confusingly wonderful.  She felt guilty but it wasn't true
guilt.  No, now smoking was _good_ for her.  It was just too amazing to be
true.  She still didn't know how to think about it.  She sighed.

   "You look better already, Mom," Kylee grinned.  "I knew a cigarette
would help.  You know, earlier you told me you're only five cigarettes short
of hitting two packs for the day.  It's only nine thirty.  I bet you can
smoke four more before bed and hit your target.  That'd be really good for
you, don't you think?"

   Vicki nodded.  She felt lightheaded.  Her first puff helped her recall how
much she used to love to smoke.  She sighed.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
For a moment she almost thought she might like playing her counterpart's
role in this smoking universe.  Then she realized what she was thinking.  No!
She wouldn't enjoy it!  She couldn't.  It wasn't right -.

   Turning she gave Kylee another knowing smile.  "God, yeah, it sure _is_
good to be smoking again, honey," she prattled, her voice dripping with
feigned sincerity.  She silently mouthed "Damn you!" once more before going
on.  "Yeah, you're right, Kylee.  Your advice was dead on," she added
ironically.  Halfheartedly she raised her B&H to her lips to puff again.  Bob
was watching so her second hit on the cigarette was more substantial.  This
time she inhaled the smoke deeper into the recesses of her chest almost
without thinking.  Despite her misgivings she had to admit it felt good.  Too
good, in fact.  She cursed herself for enjoying it but she wasn't about to
let Kylee know.  She tipped her head and slowly released another long exhale
of silky white smoke through her parted lips.

   "I'm glad you're feeling better now, Mom," Kylee winked as she
deliberately hit on her own cigarette.  "It's always great to see you
smoking.  I do know how much you enjoy it!"

   Bob looked up from his paper.  "Is there something I'm missing?"  He
reached out to light up a Benson & Hedges for himself.  "Honey, are you and
Kylee fighting about something?"

   "Oh no, Bob," Vicki smiled sweetly.  She tapped an ash in the ashtray
and raised her cigarette beside her head.  The drifting smoke curled into her
face.  "Kylee's just teasing.  Upstairs I told her I felt all smoked out.
Apparently she didn't like hearing me say that."  She stared at her husband
lighting up his cigarette.  It certainly wasn't unexpected but the sight of
Bob smoking troubled her.  "I might go upstairs and get in bed.  I know
I'll feel better if I sleep."

   Vicki started to crush out the partly smoked cigarette.  Bob stopped her.
"Whoa!.  Wait a minute, honey.  I'm with Kylee.  This isn't like you.  Not
at all.  Any time you get one of those damn headaches you always smoke more,
not less.  So don't you dare crush that cigarette out!  No way.  Instead I
want to see you take another big drag, one of your patented double-pumps.
Come on.  Let's see it, hon.  It's good for you!"

   "But Bob, I really don't feel like it," she halfheartedly protested.

   "Nonsense," he countered.  "I mean it.  You never crush a cigarette out
early.  I haven't seen you do it in the six months we've been smoking.
You're being an ass right now, Vicki.  I want to see you smoke that thing in
earnest.  Don't you dare fight me on this!  Just do it!"

   Beaten, she sighed as she raised the cigarette to her lips.  So her
counterpart double-pumped these things when she smoked?  God, she couldn't
believe it.  It was so degenerate!  But to play the role properly Vicki hit
on the cigarette once and then a second time, releasing twin columns of smoke
through her nostrils in the process.  She inhaled the voluminous smoke down
into her lungs.  Her head was truly spinning; her chest felt saturated.  She
opened her mouth and released a never-ending exhale.  "There," she finally
proclaimed with residual wisps of smoke still escaping her lips.
"Satisfied?"

   "Not quite," Bob smiled.  "Again!"

   "You're kidding, right?"  Vicki manicured her cigarette in the ashtray.
"You actually want me to do that again?"

   "Of course I do.  Don't be silly.  You know power smoking makes you feel
better if your head hurts," he explained patiently.  "So double-pump it
again.  Go ahead.  Then I'll let you go upstairs and get in bed."  He shot
a sly smile at his two daughters who watched wide-eyed.

   Sighing, Vicki complied.  She put the B&H between her lips and did another
powerful double-pump under her husband's watchful gaze.  The smoke tickled
her sinuses as it raced out of her nose during the second drag.  For a second
she feared she'd sneeze.  But the feeling passed after she forcefully pulled
the smoke deep into her chest.  She let it sit there a few moments.  She
blinked.  She felt like she might pass out.  She wasn't used to all the
nicotine the smoke delivered.  Finally she pursed her lips and inelegantly
released another long exhale.

   Without waiting for permission she crushed it in the ashtray.  "There,"
Vicki pronounced angrily.  "Satisfied?"

   "Yes, I am," Bob announced.  "Funny thing is, you don't _look_ better.
God, Vicki, you're white as a sheet.  Maybe you're right.  Perhaps you
should go upstairs and lie down."  He tapped an ash of his own in the
ashtray.  "I'll be up in a bit.  I'm sorry, honey.  I just figured it'd
make you feel better.  That's all."

   "Well, it didn't," she snapped.  She stood up.  Her head was spinning
worse than ever.  She paused.  "I told you I felt sick.  And the smoking
didn't help!"

   In truth, of course, it was the smoking that _made_ her queasy.  But she
couldn't admit it so she took a deep breath and headed for the stairs.
"See you later," she said stumbling her way.

   Allyson turned toward her sister and father.  "What's wrong with Mom?
She doesn't seem like herself.  It almost seemed like she didn't _want_ to
smoke."  The fourteen year old dragged on her cigarette.  "And _that_
definitely isn't normal for her!"

   Kylee shrugged.  "I'm sure she'll be better tomorrow.  Who knows?
Maybe she ought to go to the doctor."  It occurred to Kylee this might be
the perfect excuse for her mom to go to the doctor to get inoculated.

   Bob shook his head.  "I don't know," he confessed.  "She sure seemed
out of sorts.  It's funny.  She seemed fine earlier till the two of you went
upstairs to talk."  He looked suspiciously at Kylee.  "Did you do something
to upset her tonight, young lady?"

   "Not me, Dad," Kylee laughed.  "The only thing I did was encourage Mom
to smoke."  That was true, and inside she felt quite pleased.  Never in her
wildest dreams did she expect to preside over her mom starting to smoke.  She
loved doing it to her and looked forward to making sure she did it over and
over in this world.  Little did she know that soon she'd get some unexpected
assistance to make it happen!

   Upstairs Vicki put on her nightgown and got ready for bed.  She brushed
her teeth extra long to try to remove the foul aroma from her mouth but
without success.  She still smelled smoke on her breath.  She sighed, climbed
into bed and turned out the light.

   The day's events had exhausted her.  Reluctantly she felt the lump on her
breast.  Damn, why did she put off going to Dr. Lalak for so long?  She had
cancer cells growing in her breast.  It made her uneasy.  The Sheridan
treatment inoculation should cure her.  So why didn't her apprehension
disappear?  She thought about the shock of being in this alternative
universe.  It was both a blessing and a curse.  The blessing was she could be
painlessly cured of the cancer.  But the curse was learning that for months
Kylee was smoking behind her back.  Seeing Kylee doing it so blatantly made
her furious and the longer she thought about it the madder she got.  And she
had to do it with Kylee.  Worse, she had to pretend to like it.

   The problem was that despite her nicotine overdose she _did_ sort of like
it.  Everything in her brain told her she shouldn't.  But she liked doing it
again and she knew it.  It pissed her off.  She felt conflicted.  She rolled
over in bed and closed her eyes.  God, Kylee was smoking and the Allyson in
this world was too.  Hell, even Bob was smoking!  It was too weird.  One part
of her looked forward to doing it again while another part wanted to get the
hell back to her own universe.  She groaned and buried her face in her
pillow.  Slowly she drifted off to sleep.

   She awoke when Bob slipped into bed beside her.  She briefly opened her
eyes.  He left the bathroom light on.  Why did he do that?

   "Hi, honey," Bob whispered.  "Are you awake?"

   She nodded.  "I guess I am now," she grudgingly admitted.  She yawned.
"God, what time is it?"

   "It's after eleven," he whispered quietly.  "Feeling better now?"

   "Yeah, I guess."

   "That's good.  That's very good!"  He ran his hand up and down her
side while nuzzling up close against her.

   Vicki realized what was going on.  Bob wanted to make love!  That was
strange.  Her Bob was never interested in sex anymore.  She surmised it was
different in this world.  But it was a welcome difference.  In her universe
she complained to Bob that he seemed to have lost all interest in intimacy.

   She turned her head.  Her face was inches from his.  "Do you want
something?"

   "Honey, you know I do," he murmured urgently.  "And I hope you want it,
too."

   She smiled.  "That's a dumb question."  She purposely sighed as
seductively as she knew how.  "My God, Bob, you know me better than that!  I
always want it."

   "Good.  Yeah, I know," he sighed back.  "That's what I love about you,
Vicki.  You're a regular sex fiend!"

   Slowly he moved his mouth against hers.  He kissed her, softly at first
and then harder while pushing his body against hers.  She startled.  His
breath reeked of stale tobacco smoke!  But for some reason the aroma didn't
repulse her.  Instead it was strangely decadent, almost exciting!  She began
kissing back and thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

   "Now _that's_ my girl," Bob groaned happily.  Without asking he pulled
her nightgown up over her head and put his hands on her breasts.  He began to
squeeze.  She almost recoiled because of Dr. Lalak's diagnosis.  Then she
realized that didn't matter.  Though she had cancer it'd soon be cured.
There was no reason not enjoy the moment.  So she closed her eyes and laid
back to enjoy the feeling.  She began to get aroused.  God, it felt good to
be wanted again!  It'd been too long since she'd had this kind of thing
happen in her world.

   "Feels good, doesn't it?" he whispered into her ear.  She nodded; he
laughed.  "I like it, too."  He continued massaging her breasts.  "God, I
love your tits," he said excitedly.  "Damn, they're so beautiful.  I never
want anything to happen to them!"

   "Me neither, honey," Vicki happily agreed.  "Me neither!"

   "You know what I'm going to do next," he said eagerly.  She didn't, of
course, but she just grinned in anticipation as if she did.  "So you just
put your head on your pillow and then lie there, naked, on your back, Vicki.
And close your pretty little eyes.  Okay?"

   Vicki did.  She heard a soft, indistinct noise that she couldn't quite
decipher.  She didn't know what it was.  Curious, she opened her eyes.  The
sight flabbergasted her.  Smoke was flowing from Bob's mouth.  He was about
to place a freshly lit cigarette right up against her lips.

   "Oh yeah, here you go, baby," he whispered with unashamed elation.  His
fingers secured the burning cigarette inside her partially opened lips.
"Yeah, that's it.  Just like you like it!"  The burning cylinder was now
firmly suspended between her surprised lips.  Immediately he returned to
working her tits.  She gasped and in the process inadvertently drew smoke
into her lungs.

   Bob let out a passionate sigh.  "Shit!  I love this!  God, it's so hot
to see you smoke a cigarette flat on your back and buck naked."  He pressed
his hands harder against her breasts and began to twirl her nipples between
his fingers.  "I love it because I know you love it!"  He began tenderly
kissing her breasts while continuing to massage them with his hands.

   The surprise of having a burning cigarette in her mouth temporarily
dampened her ardor.  But not for long.  Bob's expert lovemaking quickly
swept away her initial shock.  Obviously this was something Bob and her
counterpart did when they made love.  She closed her eyes and moaned softly,
again enjoying the moment.  God, it felt so good when he did that to her
breasts!  In spite of herself she had to admit she didn't mind having a
cigarette in her mouth, either.  It continued to rest between her lips.  She
gently drew on it and pulled smoke into her chest.  In a moment she released
a reluctant exhale from the corner of her mouth.  The smoke flowed out around
the dangling cigarette.  God, it all felt very nice!  All of it did, even the
smoking.  Aw shit, who the hell was she kidding?  Especially the smoking felt
good!

   Now Bob was slowly kissing his way down the length of her abdomen toward
her crotch.  "Oh my God," she silently realized.  "He's about to go down
on me!  He's going to eat my pussy!  Shit, my Bob never does that.  Damn,
this was fuckin' great!"  She felt herself get wetter by the second.
Without thinking she instinctively drew on her cigarette.  God, her twin in
this world was so fuckin' lucky!

   "Hey Bob," she groaned.  The cigarette was still perched somewhat
precariously between her lips.  "What about the ashes?"  As soon as she
said it the movement of her talking did indeed make an ash fall onto her neck
and then down onto her pillow.

   He laughed.  "God, Vicki, you always worry about ashes."  He still
avidly kissed her bare abdomen.  "I told you before, honey.  Don't worry.
We can wash the fuckin' sheets and pillowcase.  You want to smoke and I want
you to, too.  So don't sweat it.  Just enjoy the fuck out of what I'm about
to do to you next!"

   She gasped.  Bob said fuck!  She couldn't remember the last time her Bob
ever used the "f" word.  But he just did it twice.  God, she loved it!  It
was great.  Hearing him talk that way increased her excitement immeasurably.
She closed her eyes and dragged on her dangling cigarette, harder this time,
completely inundating her lungs with more thick, rich smoke.  God, it felt so
damn good!  

   If Bob was talking dirty it doubtless meant he expected her to talk dirty,
too.  In her world her husband hated it if she used such language.  But
apparently those constraints didn't apply here.  That really turned her on.
From the corner of her mouth she whispered to him.  "Oh fuck, Bob," she
groaned eagerly.  "You're such a fuckin' good lover, baby.  God, I love
you!"

   Meanwhile Bob's mouth reached her pussy.  He began to lick it.  She
gasped and he groaned.  "Oh yeah, I love it when you talk dirty, Vicki baby.
Now I'm going to eat you, hon.  I'll make you fuckin' cum, baby!"

   His tongue was in her pussy.  It felt good and hearing him talk dirty
excited her even more.  "Oh shit," she exclaimed.  She was relieved in this
universe to be allowed to say whatever the hell she felt like.  Waves of
pleasure were radiating throughout her entire body.  "Oh my God!  Shit!  Oh
yeah!"  She gasped and drew forcefully on the cigarette, brazenly sucking
smoke deep inside her chest.  "Oh fuck," she cried out again.  She was
shamelessly hitting on the cigarette with every breath.  "Oh God, that's so
fuckin' good, Bob," she groaned.  "Damn it, honey, you are _so_ good!"

   By now Bob was eating her out with reckless abandon.  Ashes covered her
chest and her shoulders as well as the pillow and the bed.  She didn't
fuckin' care.  She felt totally energized.  Her body moved in tandem with
his frantic sucking.  An orgasm started to come.  The excitement of this
unexpected treat was more than she could bear.  Desperately trying to keep
the cigarette in her mouth she began to cum.  "Oh my God," she yelped.
"Oh fuck!  Oh yes!  Ooh -!"

   She came.  As she did her torso gyrated wildly.  The entire time Bob's
face stayed buried between her legs.  As she came she continued to drag on
the shrinking cigarette.  Finally, when at long last her orgasm began to
wane, with one last powerful hit she removed the spent cigarette from her
lips.  "Oh my God," she exclaimed, while opening and closing her mouth in
ecstasy as smoke kept spurting out.  "Oh shit, Bob, that was incredible!"

   Bob looked up with a big grin.  He reached out to grab an ashtray off the
table, holding it just long enough for Vicki to drop the spent butt in it.

   He smiled.  "Glad you liked that, honey.  I know you love it when I tell
you I want to fuck.  I know you adore it when I talk dirty.  It really turns
me on when you say it right back.  Just about the only thing you like more
than me saying `fuck' is when I actually do it, when I actually do fuck
you!"

   "Oh my God," she giggled uncontrollably.  She hardly believed her good
fortune.  "Bob, that was _so_ amazing!  Fuck, you are so good to me!"  She
pulled him close against her.  "I can't believe you actually took the
initiative.  It's so unlike you."

   He frowned.  "What do you mean, Vicki?  We play this game almost every
night now.  You know that seeing you smoke naked in bed gets me hot.  It's
so degenerate and I especially love how you love to smoke during making
love."  He leaned in and kissed her.  "But now I want inside you, lover."
He lowered his voice to a whisper.  "I want to fuck you!"

   His member was fully erect.  She groaned.  God she wanted it inside her!
"Bob, honey, I'd love for you to fuck me," she giggled while kissing him.
She grabbed his cock and began to work it.  "Nothing will make me happier
than for you to fuck my brains out!"

   "But you need your diaphragm," he interrupted.

   "Oh shit," she groaned.  "Yeah, that's right."  She got out of bed
and started towards the bathroom area.  "I'll be right back."

   "Vicki.  Where are you going?  You haven't kept it in the bathroom
drawer for months.  It's in the drawer next to your bed.  We use it almost
every night."  He looked at her.  "What's wrong?  Don't you remember?"

   "Oh, yeah," she laughed nervously.  "Of course."  She opened her
drawer.  Sure enough there it was.  Well, her counterpart sure got more
action than she did in her world!  She began to apply the gel and then spread
her legs to insert it into position.  He watched her attentively.  "Bob, I
can't tell you how much I'm going to enjoy this."  She righted herself and
slid over next to him on the bed.  She kissed him on the mouth and reached
for his cock.  "Let's do it, lover!"

   He pulled back.  "Vicki, you sure are acting strange.  I don't get it.
Aren't you going to light up again first?"

   She stopped dead in her tracks.  As much as she enjoyed the last cigarette
she wasn't sure she could handle another one right away.  "Uh, yeah.  Sure,
I guess so," she shrugged.  She shot him a reassuring smile.  "I was just
too excited about you fucking me to think about smoking again," she added
with a wicked little wink.  "But you know me, honey," she laughed almost
too carelessly.  "Always ready for another cigarette!"

   He grinned as Vicki slowly took one from the pack of Benson & Hedges 100s
on the nightstand.  "Yeah, that's my girl!  It's just not the same if we
don't share smoke while we fuck.  You know how I feel about that.  I know
you love it, too."

   She was in the process of lighting up.  "Yeah, sure," she smiled.  She
released some smoke from the corner of her mouth as the cigarette remained
between her lips.  Then she took a drag and inhaled.  "Of course, honey,"
she added before turning her head to release an exhale.

   "Vicki, do you want to do something different tonight?  Is that it?"

   "Of course not, baby," she soothingly whispered, snuggling up against
him again.  But how would she know exactly what to do?  Suddenly it hit her.
"But let's play master and slave.  You be the master, I'll be the slave.
You tell me what to do and I'll do it.  How about that?"

   He grinned.  "Cool!  That sounds fun.  I like the way we've been doing
it.  And I thought you liked being on top the best because you can sit
upright and keep smoking easier.  Right?"

   "Oh, you got it, buster," she laughed.  So _that_ was it?  God, she was
never on top with her Bob.  He was irrevocably committed to the damned
missionary position.  Yeah, this might be fun!

   She leaned in and kissed him again.  "Tell me again that you want to fuck
me, Bob.  I love it when you say that!"

   "Hey, I thought I was playing master tonight," he objected.  Then he
grinned.  "But okay.  I want to fuck you, baby," he whispered evilly.
"Now give me some smoke."

   Vicki hesitated.  She didn't know what he meant.  Then she brightened.
She knew how to find out.  "Order me, Bob.  Just tell me exactly what you
want me to do.  Every single step.  I'm the slave and you're the master.
Remember?"

   He grinned again.  "Okay, you wicked little bitch.  Double-pump on that
cigarette of yours and then put your mouth right on top on mine.  Do it now,
slave!"

   She did.  Vicki hit on the cigarette twice in succession and inhaled.  She
pressed her lips against his.  He began to kiss her.  She kissed back.  As
she did her exhaled smoke seeped out into his mouth.  He eagerly gulped it
inside.

   "Oh yeah," he groaned as he exhaled her smoke back out of his mouth..
"Now _that's_ what I'm talking about.  Again, slave!"

   She repeated the process.  Again Bob breathed in all the smoke from her
exhale as they kissed passionately.  God, he was right.  This _was_ kind of
exciting!

   "Now grab my cock, bitch," Bob ordered as he laid down on his back.
"Start jerking me off, slave."  He groaned as she followed his command.
"Ooh yeah, that's it.  But do it while you keep that cigarette in your
mouth.  That's what I like to see," he added, and she complied.

   By now he was rock hard.  After half a minute she knew he was close to
coming.  But she wanted him to fuck her; not just get a hand job.  She
mounted him and began to direct his erect member into her pussy.

   "Wait a minute, slave," he interrupted.  "Did I tell you to do that?"

   With her cigarette dangling Vicki paused.  "No, master, you didn't.,"
she had to admit.  Smoke flowed effortlessly in and out of her mouth while
she talked around her cigarette.  "God, I'm so fuckin' sorry, master,"
she said teasingly.

   "God, you fuckin' should be," Bob groaned breathlessly.  "Okay, do it
now.  Stick my cock inside your hole you naked bitch, you blond slut."  She
began to and he moaned in ecstasy.  Then she began to lower her chest down on
top of his so she could kiss him.  He stopped her.  "Oh no you don't,
slave.  Stay up there.  Sit up straight and smoke for me while I fuck you!"

   By now ashes from her cigarette had fallen all over the sheet.  Bob
didn't seem to care and she didn't either.  And if he wanted her to keep
smoking, well, she would.  It was getting easier with each passing second.
In fact, she had to admit she was beginning to relish it.

   Still sitting up she slowly lowered her pelvis all the way onto his erect
cock.  She groaned with pleasure as she felt it slide deep inside her.  God,
it felt good!  This _was_ nice.  Very nice!

   Bob began rocking back and forth, up and down.  She reciprocated by
rotating her body in counterbalanced tandem moves along with his.  He reached
up to grab her tits.  She groaned and drew more smoke into her lungs.  "I'm
fucking you, slave," he muttered, gasping for breath.  "Tell me you like
it."

   "Oh God," she moaned wildly.  The cigarette bobbed up and down in her
lips.  "I do like it, master.  Shit, I do love being fucked!"

   Her cigarette was nearly spent.  She started to take it from her mouth.
She figured she could reach the ashtray if she stretched far enough -.

   "I didn't tell you do that," Bob interrupted, his torso still pumping
up and down.  "Ask permission first, slave."

   "May I put out my cigarette, master?" she panted.  "It's all gone."

   "No!  Instead, light another one.  Do it using that one.  And do it right
now.  I want you to see you keep smoking, slave!"

   Rotating her body she was able to reach the nightstand.  Bob continued
moving in and out of her while she managed to retrieve a fresh cigarette.
Still rocking up and down herself she was finally able to light it up.  With
a toss she threw the first cigarette in the ashtray.  The new one rested in
her mouth, having replaced the last one.

   "How's that, master?"

   "Fine, slave," he groaned.  He was on the verge of coming.  "If you
want me to keep fucking, then you smoke hard for me, bitch.  Smoke that
cigarette like your fuckin' life depends on it.  Because it does.  The
harder you smoke it the harder I'll fuck you.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, master," she grunted.

   His cock was deep inside her.  Sitting up she could keep it stroking her G
spot.  The deeper he thrust, the better it felt.  She wanted him to do it
harder so she hit on her cigarette, once, twice, three times and finally a
fourth consecutive drag.  With each one Bob pushed harder.  Vicki was
ecstatic.  She didn't know why Bob liked seeing her smoke so much or so
hard.  But she sure as hell didn't mind the way it felt when she did.  The
combination of heavy nicotine infusion and frantic sexual stimulation
co-mingled to heighten her rapture.  Suddenly she began to cum again.

   "Oh my God, Bob," she shrieked out of control.  It was all she could do
to keep the cigarette between her trembling lips.  "Oh baby!  Shit!  I'm
gonna cum!"

   He picked up his intensity.  "Yeah, you sure are, slave.  And I'm going
to fuck you even harder.  I'll make you scream for mercy before we're
through."

   No longer did he need to command Vicki to keep smoking furiously.  No, now
she did it on her own.  It felt so fuckin' good to smoke and fuck.  She
couldn't stand it!  Her torso and pelvis both began to violently twitch and
spasm out of control.  "Oh my God," she yelled out.  "Shit!  Here it
comes, baby.  Oh, fuck!  Ooh -!"

   As soon as she came Bob ejaculated, shooting his wad deep inside her.  She
continued to recoil in violent reaction with the cigarette remaining firmly
fixed between her lips.  Damn, she felt _so_ fuckin' good!  She writhed up
and down until finally she slumped over on top of him.  "Oh my God, baby,"
she groaned happily as she finally took the cigarette from her mouth.  "That
was incredible!"

   Bob reached out to take the cigarette.  He took a long drag and exhaled
directly into her face.  She didn't flinch.  It was amazing but she liked
having his smoke directed right at her.

   "Come here, you," Bob ordered.

   Vicki obediently rolled over and nuzzled against him.  He hit on the
cigarette and silently offered it to her.  Graciously she accepted.  She took
a long drag herself.  God it was nice!  Without asking she pressed her lips
against his and exhaled into his mouth.  "I love you, baby," she moaned.
"Holy shit, this was the best ever!"

   Bob took a last drag before dropping the spent cigarette in the ashtray.
"Now _that's_ my girl," he said happily while directing another exhale her
way.  He put his arm around her and closed his eyes.

   She quietly lay in bed beside him.  She giggled.  She just fucked another
man!  Bob wasn't her real husband.  He was married to her counterpart, the
other Vicki.  She giggled again.  She didn't fuckin' care.  After all, this
Bob loved fucking her and she loved getting fucked.  God, it felt wonderful.
She sighed.  Maybe she didn't mind staying in this world awhile.  That happy
thought allowed her to slowly drift off to sleep with Bob's strong arms
wrapped around her -.

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