Karleen's Surprise, Part 3

    Karleen's Surprise, Part 3

    The restaurant Karleen had chosen was about a half hour from her office.
This was to save time since the remaining houses on her tour were in that
area. She was relieved that the conversation did not involve Sarah's smoking.
Instead as was the norm the two women discussed the houses they had seen that
morning and what Amy had and had not liked. About 10 minutes into the drive
Karleen remembered that she hadn't told Sarah to check the Chesterfield area
for new listings. Amy had seemed to like the area and Karleen had thought
several new properties were coming on the market. Since her BMW was fairly new
she hadn't had the time yet to have a cellular phone installed in it. So out
came the trusty bag phone, you know the one you have to plug into the
cigarette lighter. Karleen opened the ashtray and to her horror it was full of
cigarette butts! Panic gripped the perky realtor but before she could slam the
ashtray shut Amy said, "Oh you let you daughter smoke in your car? It
certainly doesn't smell like it." This was the moment of truth for Karleen.
She could certainly lie, maybe Sarah had done her a favor. Or she could tell
the truth, God knows she needed a cigarette. The patch was feeding nicotine to
her system but she really needed the feeling that only comes when your lungs
are full of smoke. How could she have forgotten to empty the ashtray, why did
she have to use the car phone, why hadn't she had the other phone installed
before she picked the car up. "Karleen", Amy said, "Are you O.K.? Karleen
suddenly realized that she was ignoring Amy while her mind went into a
tailspin. "Amy", Karleen gasped, "I must admit that I'm a smoker too. I didn't
really want to you know since your a doctor and you might think less of me."

    The next words out of Amy's mouth were probably the last thing that
Karleen expected. "I only have one thing to say about that." Amy stated.
Karleen was already wincing fully expecting to be told that Amy no longer
wanted her services when she heard Amy say, "Lets smoke ourselves silly".
"Huh, what", Karleen stammered. "I smoke too, I don't know about you but I'm
dying for a cigarette", the doctor said. Before another word was spoken both
women grabbed their purses and pulled out their cigarettes. Lighters flicked
in unison and within seconds the sterile BMW was full of rich, creamy smoke.
After each had had about 4 drags each Dr. Amy said, "This car must look like
something out of a Cheech and Chong movie." Karleen laughed and looked over at
Amy as she took her next puff. She had a very sophisticated smoking style, her
Virginia Slim 120 menthol was held towards the end of her fingertips about a
quarter of the way from the filter. When she placed the filter in her mouth
her fingers pulled away from the cigarette and her drag was long, slow and
deep. She slowly pulled the cigarette from her mouth and just a hint of smoke
came with it. The drag was held about 3 seconds and she then performed a
perfect mouth/nostril exhale. Obviously Amy took great pleasure from art of
smoking!

    "I would never believe that a cardiologist would smoke. I'm amazed!"
Karleen said. "Well Karleen, I've been a smoker a lot longer than I've been a
doctor.", Amy stated. "I started when I was 11 years old. Seems as if the
women in my family have the smoking gene. My grandmother, mom, sisters, aunts,
and cousins all are heavy smokers. Of course they all waited until they were
16 to start, but not me. For as long as I could remember I'd watch my mom
smoke and wished I could too. My mom made smoking look so fun. Anyway, during
Christmas the whole family was over to our house and I just couldn't take in
anymore. I took one of my mothers Winstons when no one was looking and ran up
to the upstairs bathroom. I locked the door and found the lighter that my mom
kept up there. My heart was pounding and I could hardly breath so I took a
couple of seconds to practice in the mirror before I lit up. I then made a big
mistake, you see I had been studying how to smoke from a women who smoked 2 _
packs a day for over 20 years. I lit that cigarette and took a drag so hard my
cheeks practically touched each other. Then like an idiot I inhaled the whole
thing". "Oh my god, you must have dyed!", Karleen said with glee. "Yep, I
coughed so hard I thought part of me was coming with it. And the worst thing
was that I couldn't stop. Naturally everybody down stairs could hear me. So
about 30 seconds after my first puff my mom is knocking on the door asking me
if I'm all right. I threw the cigarette in the toilet and flushed it. Sprayed
some air freshener and proudly opened the door." "Don't tell me.", Karleen
sputtered as tears ran down her cheek. Well, I said I was just fine and
started to head downstairs when my mom said, "by the way the butts don't
always flush, try throwing some toilet paper in with them." BUSTED on my first
cigarette."

  

  

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