I Want You Back, Part 3

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I WANT YOU BACK

3.	Escalation.

   As usual, Susan got home at six thirty.  She was tired.  Her day at the
office was murder.  She kicked off her shoes and looked through the mail
while waiting for the computer to boot up.

   "Bills," she muttered.  "All we ever get are bills."

   Clicking on the internet connection icon, she soon saw a familiar graphic.
She had a message waiting.  Clicking the mouse again, she saw it was a new
message from her `friend.'

"Susan, today things reached critical stage!  Bob had lunch with her and is
seeing her again for dinner, too.  Imagine what they'll `talk' about!  But it
still may not be too late.  Go buy some cigarettes and start smoking again,
the sooner the better.  Better yet, Bob has unopened packs of his brand at
the house.  Don't wait!  Your marriage hangs in the balance.  If you don't
believe me, ask Bob where he's been when he comes home late tonight.  He'll
give you some lame-ass story about a sales meeting.  But notice the strong
smell of smoke on his clothes.  Believe me, it's from being with that other
woman.  She's smoking with him, because you won't.  Don't fuck this up, or he
may decide he prefers fucking her to fucking you!  Your friend."

   Susan's hands were shaking.  She went to the answering machine.  Sure
enough, there was a message from Bob saying he'd be home late because of an
unexpected sales meeting.  She frowned as she returned to the computer and
fired off a quick reply.

"Friend:  Thanks for the warning.  Bob left a message on the machine saying
he'll be home late.  I fear he's with her.  But how did you know?  And why
won't you identify yourself?  I'm guessing you must be either Peggy or Mitch.
Am I right?

I worked damn hard to quit smoking.  I can't go back.  But now I'm afraid
I'll lose Bob.  Isn't there anything else I can do?  Thanks, Susan."

   She waited by the computer, but no answer came.  She sighed.  She didn't
know what to do.  Maybe I _should_ consider smoking again, she mused.  Could
it really be that bad for me?  But thoughts of her Aunt Barbara appeared in
her head.  Damn!

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   "Bob, you're a fabulous lover!"  Brandy let out a giddy laugh.  She lay on
her bed naked, on top of the sheets, with a freshly lit Marlboro 100 between
her fingers.  A glass ashtray lay on her flat stomach.  Her large round
breasts and perfectly apportioned torso painted a lovely picture for the only
other eyes in the room - Bob's.

   "Brandy, you're damn good yourself," he laughed back.  He, too, was buck
naked.  "God, I thought I'd lose it when you lit up a cigarette lying on the
bed naked," he added.  "Damn, I love to see a woman enjoy a cigarette!"

   "I know you do," she replied with a mysterious air.  "And I love to see
you love it, too."  She took a long, luxurious drag and this time
french-inhaled the smoke up into her nostrils.  "Now, isn't this a hell of a
lot better than jerking off in front of your TV?"

   He lay down beside her and put his arm around her.  With his free hand he
lit up a B&H.  "Brandy, it's much better," he agreed.  "I'm afraid I might
become addicted to this."

   "I hope you will," she giggled.  "I want to do this again, too."  She took
another extended drag from her Marlboro 100.  This time she snap-inhaled.
Her breasts visibly rose as she pulled the smoke deep inside.  The glass
ashtray on her tummy lowered as she made room for the rich, smoky deposit
inside her chest.

   Bob sighed.  The sight of this beautiful naked woman smoking, enjoying
repeated nicotine infusions with each drag, was unbelievably marvelous.  He'd
forgotten how much he loved smoking with Susan before, during and after sex.
Susan, he repeated silently.  Fucking Brandy was great; extremely great, in
fact.  But he wanted Susan back; back as a smoker, like before.  Brandy
wasn't a bad substitute.  Many things she did during sex were similar to
things Susan used to do.  In some ways, Brandy was better.  But she wasn't
Susan.  He sighed again.

   "What are you thinking about, baby?" Brandy asked with a smoky whisper.

   "Oh, nothing," he lied.  He leaned over to kiss her cheek.  "I'm just
thinking how fuckin' gorgeous you are!  I'm so glad you came on to me.  God,
I like smoky sex.  And you, my dear, are a true smoker!"

   "No doubt," Brandy sighed, simultaneously releasing another plume of smoke
from her lips and nostrils.  "You are, too, Bob.  I only want lovers who
smoke when we fuck.  We're perfect for each other.  Like two peas in a
fuckin' pod!  We should definitely do this again!"

   She picked up the ashtray from her naked belly and crushed out her
Marlboro.  Bob had never seen her put one out early.  "What are you doing?"
he asked.

   A wicked smile appeared on her face.  "I want more."  She stretched to
pick up her leather cigarette case and shook out two Marlboros, putting them
side by side in her mouth.  "I bet Susan used to do this for you in the old
days, didn't she?"  She clicked her gold lighter and lit up the two
cigarettes.  She performed a cheek-hollowing drag on both of them at once.

   The sight of beautiful Brandy dragging on two cigarettes simultaneously
took Bob's breath away.  "Yes, she did," he gasped.  "But how did you know?"

   She exhaled a long, thick stream of smoke while the two cigarettes dangled
side by side from her mouth.  "Just a lucky guess," she said with an evil
laugh.  She kept the twin cylinders in her mouth and sucked again, even
harder this time.  "I love the extra smoke I get doing this," she said,
holding the smoke in her lungs.  She paused to release it slowly through her
nostrils.  "I can see you like it, too, Bob."  Her hand found its way down to
his cock.  It was again stirring.

   She laughed.  "Oh, my!  Watching me smoke two at once seems to have
rejuvenated you, Bob, dear.  It looks like we may be fucking again before too
long!"

   "Oh God, Brandy," he moaned.  "I can't stand it.  I've got to have you
again!"  He began kissing her naked breasts, slowly and softly at first, and
then harder and more passionately.

   "That's a good boy, Bob," she sighed happily, still dangling her twin
cigarettes.  Loose ashes dropped onto his head, but he didn't stop licking
her tits.  "Oh, yeah, that's real nice!"  His fingers found her snatch, and
he began expertly manipulating them inside her hole.  She groaned with
pleasure.  "That's it.  Oh!  God, yes!  Shit!  Yes!"  As she spoke, she
continued puffing on her dual cigarettes.  Smoke exploded from her mouth with
each new burst of pleasure she felt.

   Brandy took his head in her hands and lifted it.  She stared deep into his
hungry eyes.  She slowly moved him to the right, rolling him onto his back so
he was now laying beside her.  Moving the ashtray off her flat stomach, she
sat up, all the while keeping the burning twin cigarettes firmly fixed in her
mouth.  She mounted him sitting up, and used her right hand to guide his
rigid cock toward her wet pussy.  After lovingly stroking it several times,
she roughly pushed it inside her.  She moaned as she felt him enter, and
dragged again on the two shrinking Marlboros between her lips.  "Fuck me,
again, Bob," she whimpered urgently, expelling smoke with her words.  "Fuck
me, baby!"

   His body began to gyrate, slowly at first, then faster, as he thrust his
member deeper and deeper inside.  More ashes fell from Brandy's dangling
cigarettes, this time onto his naked, hairy chest.  She moved with him in
perfect rhythm, intermittently groaning and shrieking with pleasure, but
despite everything still smoking furiously.  Soon her cigarettes reached the
filters.  Without delay she reached for her leather case and swiftly withdrew
two more.  Still moving in sync with his thrusting, she removed the spent
ones, dropped them in the ashtray, and put the two fresh ones in her mouth.
Their bodies were now fervently moving in unison, but still she managed to
find her gold lighter and ignite the two, new Marlboros.  She moaned with
pleasure and her cheeks hollowed as she took a long, hard, first drag on her
two replacement cigarettes.

   The sight of Brandy lighting up again was more than Bob's throbbing member
could stand.  He shrieked loudly and shot his load inside her gyrating
pelvis.  She, too, screamed and came simultaneously.  Her body started
shaking violently, though she never lost control of the dangling cigarettes.
Her hips wiggled feverishly, as if she was trying to suck every last bit of
cum from his exhausted cock.  Finally, she rolled over, still tingling with
pleasure, and took the two cigarettes from her mouth.  She handed one to Bob.

   "Here you go, baby," she moaned, nuzzling up against his spent frame.
"Why don't you finish this one with me?"

   "Oh, God," he groaned, accepting the Marlboro from her shaking fingers.
He took a drag.  "You are so fuckin' hot, Brandy!  That was best damn sex
I've had in a long time!"

   She giggled as she watched him exhale a thin stream of creamy smoke.  "It
was good, wasn't it?"  She sighed.  "Actually, Bob, it's the best sex you've
had in six months.  If you can't get this satisfaction from Susan anymore,
then you can get it here with me.  And believe me, baby, you can have me
anytime you want.  Anytime at all!"

   He smiled at the naked beauty beside him.  "Brandy, thank you!  Twice in
the same night was great.  I couldn't help myself when I saw you smoking two
at once.  You were fantastic!"

   "I _am_ fantastic," she smugly agreed.

   He propped himself up on his elbow.  "But I have to go.  Susan will be
suspicious if I'm too late.  My sales meetings hardly ever last past eight
thirty."

   She shamelessly pulled him back down beside her.  More ashes fell from
their cigarettes onto the bed.  "I know you have to go," she pouted.  "But
how about if we smoke just one more together before you go home to that cold,
heartless, non-smoking bitch of a wife?"

   He smiled lustily.  "Okay," he quickly agreed.  He picked up her leather
cigarette case from the edge of the queen-size bed and handed it to her.
"You do the honors."

   She pulled another Marlboro from the pack, slid it in her mouth, and lit
it from the cherry end of the one she was smoking.  "Mmm," she sighed, as she
handed the leather case back to her partner in crime.  "Now you take another
one, too.  I'm not smoking alone."

   "Don't worry," he whispered.  "I definitely will!  I hate to see a woman
smoke alone."

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   Susan was beside herself.  Bob still wasn't home, and it was nine o'clock.
She'd decided not to accuse him, though she knew he wasn't at a sales
meeting.  Her email `friend' convinced her of that.  She periodically checked
the computer, but there was no further message from her `friend.'

   "Damn," she muttered as she fidgeted.  She had to talk to someone about
this.  Despite her email friend's suggestion, she just couldn't bring herself
to smoke.  She absolutely couldn't.  But in thinking about it, it seemed her
only option to avoid losing Bob.  And she didn't want to lose him.

   The temptation grew to take a pack of Bob's Benson & Hedges from the
drawer in the kitchen.  She felt herself begin to crack.  She had to do
something.  In desperation, she decided to call her mom in Atlanta.  She
needed to reinforce her six month old decision to quit smoking.  Her mother
was the perfect person to remind her of all the reasons not to give in.

   She dialed the phone, but her mom didn't answer.  "Damn," she cursed.
"Damn, damn, damn!"  She looked at her watch.  It was nine ten.  She'd call
her sister Debra instead.  Debra also lived in Atlanta, and had been close to
Aunt Barbara.  She'd help her remember why she quit in the first place.  She
punched in her sister's number.  Debra answered on the first ring.

   "Debra, thank God you're in!  I need to talk to someone."

   "Susie, it's good to hear from you.  What's up?"

   Susan briefly explained the reason for her call.  "I'm going nuts," she
concluded.  "Bob's out tonight with another woman, I'm absolutely sure.
She's smoking with him, and I'm not.  My friend says I'll lose Bob because of
it.  I'm so upset, I don't know what the hell to do!"

   "Calm down, Sis," Debra urged.  "Let's think this through.  Are you sure
Bob's fucking some other woman tonight?"

   "Yeah, I'm sure.  I've been so cold for so long that I hardly blame him.
Last night we made love for the first time in ages.  I think he enjoyed it -
I know I did - but it still wasn't the same, not like it used to be."

   "And why is that?"

   Susan paused.  "In the old days we used to smoke while we had sex," she
explained with some embarrassment.  "God, I can't believe I'm telling you
this.  I'm so ashamed.  But Bob loved having me smoke when we made love.  It
turned him on.  He resented my quitting.  But I had to quit, after what
happened to Aunt Barbara."

   It was Debra's turn to pause.  "Susie, I'm in no position to judge what
you do or don't do in the bedroom," she laughed lustily.  "I've done some
pretty kinky stuff myself over the years."

   Susan silently nodded.  Her little sister was no prude, that's for sure.
Not that she was, either, but Debra did have a wild streak a mile long.

   "I've never been into smoking," Debra went on.  "But I guess I can see why
Bob would be pissed when you quit, especially if he liked watching you smoke
during sex."  She paused.  "I assume he still smokes?"

   "Oh, yeah," Susan confirmed.  "As much as ever."

   "I see," Debra continued.  "Okay, then.  Oh God, Mom would kill me if she
knew I was telling you this.  But what the hell!  I guess I don't care what
she thinks.  Your marriage and your life are none of her damn business."  She
took a deep breath.  "Susan, I think you should know that Aunt Barbara didn't
die of lung cancer."

   "What?"

   "That's right.  Mom always hated your smoking.  In high school, when you
first started, it upset her no end.  She always used to say she wished there
was some way to make you stop."

   "What are you saying, Deb?"

   "I'm saying that Mom made up the story about Aunt Barbara dying of lung
cancer.  Aunt Barbara smoked, sure.  But she died from pancreatic cancer, not
lung cancer."

   Susan was in shock.  "Mom lied to me?  But why?"

   "Mom wanted to scare you into quitting.  She figured you'd never find out
the real story.  Aunt Barbara continued to smoke till the day she died.  As
far as I could tell, it never hurt her.  They never knew the cause of her
pancreatic cancer, but it didn't come from her smoking, as far as I ever
heard."

   Susan shook her head.  "Then I went through the hell of quitting for
nothing?"

   "Not for nothing," Debra went on.  "Mom thought it was an opportunity to
scare you into doing the right thing, and it did, obviously.  Smoking is bad
for you, Susan.  You know that."

   "Yeah, but I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for what happened to Aunt
Barbara.  At least, if it hadn't been for what I _thought_ happened to her."

   "Mom knew you wouldn't come to Aunt Barbara's funeral, because it was too
far.  Even if you came, she figured you wouldn't find out about her little
lie.  At the time, I thought it was a shitty thing for her to do to you.  But
Mom felt the end justified the means."

   Susan sat silently for several moments, trying to absorb the impact of
Debra's statement.

   "I'm not telling you what to do or not to do," her sister went on.  "But
you deserve to know the truth, especially if it's fucking up your marriage.
I know you love Bob.  You need to do whatever you have to in order not to
lose him to another woman."

   Susan took a deep breath.  "Deb, thanks _so_ much for telling me the
truth.  God!  I can't believe it!  You probably don't want to hear this, and
I'm sure Mom wouldn't want to, but I know now what I'm going to do."

   "Susie, like I said, I won't tell you to take up that filthy habit again.
I always wished you'd quit, too.  But it's your life.  You should do what you
have to.  That's all."

   Deb, you're an angel," Susan sighed.  "I'm so glad you leveled with me.
And I _do_ know what I'm going to do now.  Bob will be delighted and, to be
honest, I will, too."

   Susan hung up the phone.  It was nine thirty.  A strange mixture of anger
and relief overwhelmed her.  She felt angry; she was incredibly pissed at her
mother.  She'd lied to her, manipulated her, to trick her into quitting
smoking.  Damn her!  On the other hand, she felt a great sense of
emancipation.  For six months she struggled to quit smoking.  She almost lost
Bob because of it.  But now, she felt liberated.  She didn't have to quit.
Without guilt she could return to her old, beloved habit.  And return she
would!

   With no hesitation she walked into the kitchen and opened the drawer where
Bob kept his carton of Benson & Hedges.  It wasn't her favorite brand.  She
preferred the menthol taste of the Newport 100's she'd smoked ever since high
school.  But this wasn't the time to be picky.  She took one from the carton
and examined it.  The gold pack with red trim looked very inviting.  She was
going to smoke again!  She couldn't believe it.  Adrenalin coursed through
her veins as she tapped it on her wrist.  She pulled the cellophane tab and
removed the clear wrapper.  Her fingertips carefully tore off a corner of the
gold paper, revealing the tightly packed, all-white cigarettes inside.  She
inserted two long fingernails and took hold of one.  It slid right out.

   She'd dreamed of this moment for six months, the time she'd actually be
able to light up a cigarette again.  But what made it even better than she
imagined, however, was being able to light up without feeling guilty, like
she'd lost.  There was nothing to lose, and everything to gain.

   Susan laid the unlit cigarette on the kitchen counter and hurried
downstairs to the basement.  It took only a little rummaging in a box of old
household utensils to find what she was wanted.  There in the box was her old
Calibri lighter.  It was gold, thin and feminine.  The monogram proudly
displayed her initials, SJB.  She smiled.  She was _so_ glad she didn't throw
it out or give it away.  If she was going to smoke again, she wanted to have
her favorite lighter!

   Ascending the basement steps, she tenderly picked up the unlit B&H from
the counter.  Her fingers trembled as she put it between her lips.  Yes, this
was it!  This was the moment she'd dreamed about for months now!  She clicked
her monogrammed gold lighter; once, twice, three times.  Finally, it caught.
The dancing flame mesmerized her for a moment, and then she slowly,
carefully, moved it toward the tip of the cigarette dangling from her
quivering lips.  Ignition!  It was lit!  Instinctively her cheeks hollowed as
she drew hard on it.  Smoke filled her mouth, and she greedily sucked it into
her lungs, followed by a second drag and a succeeding inhale.  Oh God, it
felt fucking good!  She giggled involuntarily.  Shit!  She'd missed this so
damn much!  Finally she was able to do what she'd wanted to for months,
something she hated giving up in the first place.  Yes, Susan Johnson was a
smoker again, and it was wonderful.  She was back!

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   Bob opened the door at ten o'clock.  He was nervous about explaining to
Susan where he'd been.  He heard music coming from the family room.  Susan
must be playing a CD, he surmised.  He threw his sport coat on a chair and
tip-toed into the house.

   An startling sight met his disbelieving eyes.  There sat Susan, on the
couch in front of the TV, smoking a cigarette!  For a minute, he thought he
was dreaming.

   He gasped.  "Susan!  What's going on?"

   "Oh, hi, honey," his blond wife smiled happily.  "I'm glad you're finally
home."

   "But you're . . . you're smoking!"  He grinned involuntarily.  "My God!
What happened?"

   She walked over to him, cigarette in hand, and gave him a big hug.  "I
talked to my sister Debra tonight," she eagerly explained.  "You're not going
to believe this.  I can still hardly believe it myself.  But Debra told me
that Mom lied to me about Aunt Barbara.  Aunt Barbara died of pancreatic
cancer, not lung cancer.  Do you believe it?  Mom lied to me, to trick me
into quitting.  The whole thing was a goddamn lie!  God, I couldn't believe
it.  I felt like a cloud lifted off me, like the weight of the world was
suddenly gone off my shoulders.  What supposedly happened to Aunt Barbara was
the only reason I quit smoking in the first place.  I never _wanted_ to quit,
and I know you didn't want me to, either.  So, as soon as I found out the
truth, I borrowed one of your unopened packs.  I hope you don't mind."

   "Mind?  Of course not," he stuttered.  He saw the ashtray by the chair
where she was sitting.  There were three butts in it already.  Susan lost no
time jumping back in, obviously.

   She smiled.  "Good.  I thought you'd be pleased.  I am.  God, it's so nice
to smoke again!"  She took a long, deliberate drag on the B&H between her
fingers and then snap-inhaled the smoke deep inside her chest.  "Oh God, I'm
back, honey.  I'm finally back, and this time it's for good!  I can smoke
again.  God, I can hardly believe it.  It's so wonderful!"  She turned her
head to release a thick cloud of creamy, rich, white smoke in a concentrated
stream through her smiling lips.  "Isn't it great?"

   "Wow," Bob muttered.  "Yes, it _is_ great.  It's just so unexpected.
That's all."

   Susan directed him to sit beside her.  Still stunned, Bob promptly
complied.

   She looked earnestly into his eyes.  "Bob, I've been a real bitch the last
six months.  I know it.  I've put you through hell, and I'm so sorry.  I want
to make it up to you."

   He smiled.  "Honey, that's not necessary.  Seeing you smoke again, and
seeing you feel good about it, is more than I could've asked for.  I wanted
you back, and now it looks like I finally got what I wanted."  He gave her a
little kiss on the lips.  The strong smell of smoke on her breath assaulted
his olfactory senses.  It was so nice.  He smiled.  "Welcome back!"

   Susan raised her hand in the air.  She hadn't finished her apology.
"Look, Bob, I know you're tired from your meeting, but I wonder . . . .
Would you like to fuck?"  She said the `f' word with especial emphasis.
"Smoking cigarettes for the last half hour has made me feel incredibly horny.
I want to fuck," she repeated shamelessly.  What do you think?  Can we?"

   Bob didn't know what to say.  He'd just fucked Brandy twice in the last
two hours.  He was sore as hell, and completely spent.  He put his arms
around Susan and held her close.  He did want to fuck her, especially now
that she was smoking again, but he wasn't sure he was up to it.  Taking a
deep breath, he slowly released her from his grasp.  "Sweetie, I _am_ really
tired.  I'm sorry.  How about tomorrow?"

   Susan shook her head "no" and pressed her body against his lower abdomen.
She was pressing her luck, and she knew it.  But she hoped to get enough of a
rise out of him to make it happen anyway.  She seductively put her cigarette
back between her lips and deliberately took another very long, very alluring
drag.  After inhaling deeply, she parted her lips and released another thick
cloud of smoke directly into his face.

   "Ah, there we go," she said smoothly, her torso still pressed against his.
"I feel something stirring down there."

   Bob nodded.  "Oh, baby, you know how much I always love seeing you smoke,"
he said with a wicked grin.  He gave a deep sigh.  "God, it's so great to see
you give in, come back and smoke all over again.  So maybe I can rise to the
occasion after all."

   Susan understood.  She knew he'd just made love to another woman.  It
should've troubled her, but strangely, it didn't.  She felt she understood
why he'd done it.  And she intended to make sure he never had to resort to
making love with another woman ever again.

   An hour later, a tender Bob and a satisfied Susan lay side-by-side on
their king size bed.  With an ashtray between them, they shared the pack of
Bob's B&H's.

   "That was nice, Bob," she whispered.  She had a fresh cigarette in her
left hand.  "Very nice!"

   "It was great," he admitted, though the pain in his groin was substantial.
He'd had difficulty keeping it up, but he did manage to give her a somewhat
lackluster performance.  She didn't seem to notice, or if she did at least
she wasn't complaining.  He wondered if she knew what he'd done.  Well, it
didn't matter, he decided.  If she wasn't going to ask, he sure wasn't going
to tell.

   "Bob, things will be different," she promised, exhaling smoke as she
talked.  "I will never quit again.  I promise.  I don't know what the hell I
was thinking.  God, I _love_ to smoke!"

   "One thing's already different," he teased.  He pointed at the B&H between
her fingers.  "You never liked my brand.  But now you sure seem to be
enjoying my Benson & Hedges.  What gives?"

   "Well, I was desperate, you know, to start smoking again," Susan laughed.
"I thought about running out and buying myself a pack of Newport 100's.  But
I wanted to be here when you got home.  I wanted you to see me smoking," she
teased, nuzzling against him.  "But you know, these aren't bad.  They're very
good, in fact.  We'll see how I feel tomorrow.  Maybe I'll go back to smoking
menthols, and maybe I won't.  These are nice.  Very nice," she repeated,
taking another sumptuous drag from the Benson & Hedges.

   "It doesn't matter to me.  Just as long as you're smoking, Susan," he
sighed contentedly.  "That's all I care about.  God, it's great to have you
back!"

   "It's great to _be_ back," she sighed contentedly.  "And I will never,
ever, quit again!  I promise!"

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   Bob was asleep when Susan tip-toed downstairs to check the computer.  She
had to know if her "friend" answered her last email.  And she wanted to tell
her friend that she'd returned to smoking again.

   She clicked on email and saw, indeed, there was an answer.  Eagerly she
pointed the mouse at the right place on the screen, and opened the message.

"Susan, there is nothing else you can do, except return to smoking.  You'll
lose Bob if you don't.  This woman appears to me to be dead set on taking him
away from you.  Trust me.  Go buy yourself a pack of Newport 100's and light
up right away!

I can't yet tell you who I am.  Someday you'll understand.  It'd ruin
everything if I told you now.  Love, a Friend."

   Susan eagerly typed a reply to the message from her so-called "friend."
She eagerly wanted to give her friend the latest update.  

"Dear Friend.  Good news!  I took your advice.  Tonight I started smoking
again, and I feel really good about it, too.  It's a long story as to why I
finally decided to, but trust me.  I'm finally back!  And it feels great to
be smoking again!  Thanks for your encouragement!

Unfortunately, Bob almost certainly did fuck that other woman tonight, but we
fucked, too, after he came home.  I didn't let on that I knew he was totally
spent.  It was great anyway.  I doubt he'll ever go back to her now.  He
loved seeing me smoke for him!

I desperately want to know who you are.  Like I said, I figure you must be
either Peggy or Mitch.  So please tell me.  The mission has been
accomplished.  I'm back!  Love, Susan."

   She hit the "send" button and sent it into cyberspace.  She went to the
kitchen to load the dishwasher.  Bob wouldn't notice her delay coming to bed.
He was totally out of it.  By the time she returned to the computer, however,
no reply was waiting.  She sighed, and headed off to bed.

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