Lisa's Story, Part 2

                          Lisa's Story 
                              Part2

Later that day, Kristie lit a cigarette in the family room.  Just Kristie and
I were there.  She was taking deep drags on her cigarette, and slowly blowing
out her smoke.  Smoking looked good to me.  I went and sat down by her, and
asked her, "You're really enjoying that cigarette, aren't you?"  She said,
"It's incredible to smoke, Lisa.  It always satisfies me.  Lisa, every day
smoking gets better for me."  She held up the burning cigarette that was
between her fingers and said, "I'm so happy Mom and Dad are letting me smoke
these!  They taste good, they make me feel good, and I love the idea of having
smoke in my lungs."  I asked, "Kristie, do you think I should smoke?"  Well,
she gave me the strangest look.  It was a combination of surprise, excitement,
and pride.  She just looked at me for a few seconds like that.  I asked,
"Kristie?  Do you think I should smoke?"  And then she reached over and
touched my hand and quietly said, "Yes, Lisa, I do.  I think you should smoke.
I can definitely see you smoking a cigarette!" "Kristie, I'm happy to hear you
say that!"  She said, "I've been thinking about you so much ever since I
started smoking."  "Thinking what?" "Thinking how cool it would be if you
smoked, too, Lisa.  Thinking how much satisfaction you're missing by not
smoking.  Thinking how proud of you I'll be when you smoke your first
cigarette.  I want you to smoke, Lisa!  I want to be the one who teaches you
how to smoke a cigarette.  I'd love to have an eleven-year-old sister who
smokes!  When we go to the mall together, we could both smoke.  You'd have
every guy in the place watching you smoke."

I said, "Thank you!  That is so nice of you to say!"  I asked her, "When do
you think I'll be old enough to smoke a cigarette?"  She kind of gave me that
look again and said, "You're old enough to smoke, Lisa.  You're eleven years
old. Would you like to smoke a cigarette today, Lisa?  I'll show you how."  I
said, "I've always thought cigarettes are cool.  Kristie, I want to smoke a
cigarette. I don't want to wait until I'm thirteen, either."  Kristie said,
"Come up to my room, Lisa.  We need to talk about this."

I closed the door behind us, and sat down.  I asked, "Could I have a
cigarette, Kristie?  I know I'm ready to smoke."  She surprised me by saying,
"No.  We've got to talk this through."  I said, "I don't get it.  You told me
three minutes ago that you think I should smoke, which I've wanted to do since
I was six, by the way.  Then you tell me you think I'm old enough to smoke a
cigarette.  What's the deal?  Do you think I should have to wait as long as
you before I smoke?" Kristie said, "Oh, no.  I've never pulled that kind of
crap with you, and you know it."  I said, "You're right.  You've been a great
sister.  Most of my friends' sisters are such jerks.  But what's the deal?"
She said, "Come over here and sit by me."  I sat next to her on her bed.  She
said, "I think it would be wonderful if you started to smoke, Lisa.  You would
look so good smoking a cigarette."  I said, "Kristie, that is so nice of you.
But what's the deal?" Kristie asked, "Do you know what nicotine is?" "Yeah.
It's what makes people want to keep smoking.  I know about nicotine."  "You'll
be a great smoker, Lisa. People will tell you how good you look smoking, and
you'll keep smoking.  And you'll get addicted to smoke.  I'm getting more
addicted every day."  "That sounds really good."

Kristie asked, "Can you smoke at school, Lisa?"  I said, "No problem.  A lot
of girls in my school smoke."  "That's great!  Is smoking allowed now?"  "Not
really.  But our principal has smoked since she was thirteen.  I know that
because my friend Ann's mother went to school with her, and used to sneak
cigarettes with her.  Ann's twelve.  One time Ann got caught lighting a
cigarette outside the building, and got sent to the office.  Once the teacher
dragged Ann into the office with her cigarettes, the principal closed her
door.  Ann started crying, and asked the principal if she could go home long
enough to smoke a cigarette.  The principal slid one of Ann's Marlboro Lights
from her pack, and put it in Ann's mouth.  She flicked her lighter and said,
"There's nothing wrong with a young lady smoking a cigarette.  You're very
upset.  I'm going to let you smoke before I send you to class.  In the future,
please smoke in the restroom. Your teachers rarely go in there."

"OK, Lisa, you can smoke at school.  But what about at home?  I promise you
you'll want to smoke every evening.  You'll need to smoke here in the house,
Lisa.  By the time you've smoked your first pack, you won't be able to leave
cigarettes alone.  You'll have to be able to smoke in your room, at least.
What about Mom and Dad?"  "Mom seems to be cool about me smoking.  If I can't
get permission to smoke right away, I'll smoke in your room.  They'll think
it's you."  "Lisa, you can't just smoke when I'm at home.  They'll smell smoke
on your breath sooner or later, anyway."  "Then I'll ask for permission to
smoke.  If Mom and Dad say OK, I'm in great shape.  If they say no, could I
please smoke in your room, and brush my teeth afterward?"  "Sure.  When are
you going to ask to smoke, Lisa?"  "I'll ask for permission to smoke tonight,
after dinner."  Kristie hugged me and said, "Great!  Good luck!  I'll stick
with you."

I asked, "Kristie, could I talk to you more about smoking?"  "Sure.  Lisa, do
you have any idea what to do with a cigarette?"  "Sure.  I'll light it and
smoke it." "How will you light it?"  "I'll hold the cigarette to my mouth, and
hold a lighter on it."  "What will you do with your lips?"  "I'll wrap them
around the filter.  I've watched girls smoke a lot, Kristie."  "What is
smoking, anyway?" "It's sucking smoke into my mouth."  Kristie asked, "Lisa,
how would you feel about having cigarette smoke in your chest...about
breathing smoke all the way into your lungs?"  "So I won't just keep the smoke
in my mouth?"  "No.  The smoke will need to go much deeper inside you, Lisa."
"That sounds cool, Kristie!" "Will you be scared?"  "No.  Will I have much
smoke in my lungs?"  She said, "You will when you start getting addicted to
cigarettes.  You'll need to fill your lungs with smoke, Lisa.  You're going to
want to start inhaling smoke into your lungs within a couple of days of
smoking your first cigarette."  "Tell me more about inhaling." "Inhaling means
taking a super-deep breath of smoke.  It's how you use the smoke to satisy
yourself."  "Will the smoke burn me when it's in my lungs?"  "Not a bit.
It'll feel good."  "Will I cough when I have smoke in my lungs?"  "No.  You're
gonna like the feeling a lot.  You're going to love being a smoker, more than
you can possibly imagine."

Naturally, I was super-nice at dinner.  My parents seemed to be in good moods,
and in no hurry to leave afterward.  So I sprung the question on them.  I
said, "Mom and Dad, I need to talk to you."  Dad asked, "About what?  Go
ahead."  "Mom and Dad, now that Kristie smokes, could we please talk about me
smoking?"  I almost fell out of my chair when Mom said, "I think we should,
Lisa.  I've been thinking about this the last few days.  Your dad and I have
been expecting you'd bring up the subject of smoking one of these days.  I
think you would enjoy smoking, Lisa.  Don't you?"  "I think I would, too, Mom.
I think smoking would really satisfy me.  I want to smoke cigarettes."  Mom
said, "You may try smoking, Lisa."  "Oh, Mom, really?  I can actually,
honestly smoke?" "Yes.  Would you like to get some cigarettes this week?"
"Yes, I would, Mom.  I want to smoke as a girl, and as a woman."  Dad said,
"Lisa, I understand your curiosity, but are you sure smoking is something you
want?"  "Yes.  Kristie has shown me that, for sure."  Dad asked, "Would you
like to smoke tonight, Lisa?"  "Yes."  Dad said, "Alright, Lisa.  You may
smoke a cigarette tonight."  "May I inhale the smoke, and everything?"  "Yes,
Lisa."  I said, "Oh, Daddy, thank you!  I'm surprised, though.  I thought
you'd give me a hard time."  She said, "Lisa, when we told Kristie she could
smoke, that meant we'd decided to let you smoke cigarettes, too.  We treat you
both the same.  There's one rule, though."  "What?"  "Never smoke in bed."
"OK.  I won't."  Mom said, "I think it's nice that you're going to smoke,
Lisa.  Don't miss out on the opportunity, like I did.  I know you're going to
look very pretty smoking a cigarette."  "Oh, Mom, thank you!  I'm going to
smoke today!"

Daddy asked, "Lisa, would you like to just take a pack of cigarettes up to
your room, or would you like to have some coaching?"  "I'd like for Kristie to
help me smoke."  "Kristie, would you like to teach your sister how to smoke?"
Kristie said, "I'd love to!  Lisa, where would you like to smoke?"  "Would it
be OK if I smoked in Kristie's room, and not here?"  Mom said, "OK.  Are you a
little bashful about smoking?" "Not really.  But I'd like my first cigarette
to be with just Kristie." "That's fine."  Kristie was getting all excited now.
She tried to joke with me.  "Too bad you don't have any cigarettes, Lisa."  I
said, "Mom, I'm going to ride my bike down to the Mini-Mart, OK?"  Kristie
said, "Just joking, Lisa!  You can smoke my cigarettes.  We'll go out and buy
you some later. Now let's get you upstairs and get a cigarette in your mouth!"
"Alright!"

Daddy stopped me as I walked by him.  He took my hands and softly said, "This
is a big step for you, Lisa.  Just think.  In a few minutes, you're going to
smoke your first cigarette.  Listen to what Kristie tells you, and I think
you'll really enjoy your cigarette.  And let me see you smoking a cigarette
before very long.  OK?"  "OK.  I'll smoke downstairs later this evening."
Daddy gave me a big, long hug.  I kissed Daddy on the cheek and started to run
upstairs.  Kristie grabbed me and said, "Hold on."  "Why?"  "I don't want you
out of breath when you smoke!"  Mom and Dad really laughed when she said that!

Kristie had me sit next to her on the couch in her room.  She set up a table
next to me.  She set an ash tray next to me.  And she handed me a pack of
Marlboro Lights 100s.  Cigarettes for me to smoke!  I was so excited, thinking
about what I was about to do.  I was about to smoke for the first time in my
life!  I was going to smoke a cigarette.  And it was perfectly OK with my
parents.  I know I had a huge smile on my face.  Kristie said, "I'd like to
light your first cigarette for you, so you can concentrate on smoking it."
"Great!"  "OK, Lisa, why don't you take out a cigarette?"  I shook the pack a
little bit, grabbed the filter of a cigarette, and slid it out.  I put the
cigarette between my fingertips, and set down the pack.  Kristie sat down on
my right side, and took my hand.  She gently moved my cigarette to a better
place between my fingertips. "Doesn't that feel better, Lisa?"  "Yes, the
cigarette feels really nice right there.  It feels just right."  "You look so
good holding a cigarette."  "Thank you.  I think so, too." Kristie gently took
my hand again.  She moved my cigarette farther behind my fingers and said,
"You need to have enough of the filter behind your fingers so you can suck
smoke from it."  "Now I remember that from when I helped you smoke."  "If you
can't get your lips on your cigarette, you won't be able to draw any smoke
into your lungs."

Kristie said, "I think you should practice taking a drag before you light up."
"OK."  "OK, Lisa.  Pretend your cigarette is lit.  Hold it to your lips, and
take a drag.  Suck on your cigarette, Lisa."  I proudly held my cigarette to
my lips, between my fingertips (just like an experienced smoker) and sucked
steadily.  I could smell the tobacco!  After a few seconds, I took my
cigarette from my mouth, held my lips together, and blew out.  Kristie said,
"Great!  Keep practicing." About a dozen times, I practiced what I would do
when I smoked.  "Great!  OK, Lisa.  The secret is to suck steadily.  You'll
know when you've taken enough smoke.  Hold the smoke in your mouth and throat
for a few seconds, and then blow out steadily until it's all gone.  When you
start inhaling your smoke, you'll hold the smoke in your lungs for several
seconds.  I'll have you take some smoke into your lungs later if you're
enjoying your cigarette.  Kristie put her hand on my shoulder and asked, "Are
you ready to smoke, Lisa?"  "I sure am.  I'm so excited!  Could I have a
light, Kristie?"  "You bet!"

I held the filter of my cigarette to my lips, between my fingertips, and
leaned forward just a bit.  I made sure my lips were sealed around the filter.
Kristie gently took my left hand, and held it.  She said, "Enjoy your
cigarette, Lisa." She flicked the lighter, and held the cute little flame just
at the tip of my cigarette.  I began to suck, firmly and steadily.  About one
second later, I began feeling smoke flowing into my mouth.  I kept sucking a
little longer.  I could feel smoke in my throat now!  So I took my cigarette
from my mouth, and held my lips together.  I blew out steadily.  I could see
the smoke I was blowing out.  I was tasting the smoke as I blew out.  The
taste was strong, but good. After a couple of seconds, I couldn't see any more
smoke coming from my mouth. Kristie was just going nuts!  She said, "Oh, Lisa.
That was so beautiful!  Lisa, you smoke!  I can tell already...you have a feel
for smoking.  You're a natural with a cigarette!"

I was very pleased to hear that!  I asked, "How often should I take a puff,
Kristie?"  "As often as you want--every few seconds if you want.  When you
begin to inhale your smoke, that would be too often.  But right now, you need
to get used to the taste of the smoke, and to get as much nicotine into your
body as you can handle.  "Great!"  I held my cigarette to my lips again, and
sucked steadily. I noticed how much smoke was coming from the tip of my
cigarette as I sucked on it.  I took my cigarette from my mouth and gently
blew out.  I was pleasantly surprised at the nice amount of smoke coming from
my lips.  And the taste of the smoke was just amazing.  It was a grown-up
taste, like nothing I had ever tasted before.  I liked the smoke.

Kristie said, "You're smoking, Lisa!  You're a young woman now, and you're
smoking a cigarette!  How do you feel about that?"  I said, "Kristie, I feel
fantastic about smoking!  I like the taste of my cigarette."

Kristie said, "Come with me."  "I'm bringing my cigarette, OK?"  "You bet."
Kristie had me go into our upstairs bathroom.  She turned on the lights and
the vent fan.  She already had an ash tray in there.  I knew what she wanted.
"Lisa, I'm loving watching you smoke.  I thought you'd enjoy watching yourself
smoking." "I will.  Thanks."  Kristie stood behind me, with her arms on my
shoulders.  I tapped the ashes from my cigarette and held it to my mouth,
between my fingertips.  The tip got red hot as I sucked!  I could feel the
smoke flowing over my tongue.  This was exciting beyond belief!  I kept
sucking gently until after I took my cigarette from my lips.  And then I blew
out.  The most beautiful stream of smoke started coming from my mouth!  The
smoke flowed so smoothly from my lips!  I blew smoke from my mouth for four or
five seconds.  I said, "Ohhhhh. That was incredible!  I love smoking,
Kristie!"  I looked so pretty smoking a cigarette!  Kristie put her arms
around my waist and squeezed me.  She said, "You can't imagine how proud I am
of you!  I just know some day I'm going to see you in a cigarette ad."

I stood in front of the mirror and smoked.  I practiced looking confident with
smoking.  I tried letting my cigarette go from my fingers when I dragged on
it. That is, I let my cigarette move with my lips while I sucked on it, while
I held my fingers apart.  That was fun.  I tried different ways of blowing out
my smoke. I tried looking sultry.  That was fun.  But I found that I liked
smiling while I blew out my smoke.  That's how I look my prettiest--having a
pretty smile on my face just before the smoke comes from my mouth.  I kept
puffing away on my cigarette, enjoying it like crazy.  Finally, my cigarette
was getting pretty short.  I tapped it out in the ash tray, as I blew smoke
from my mouth.  Kristie grabbed me and hugged me.  She said, "Lisa, you are
the coolest sister a girl could ever want."

I said, "Thanks.  OK, Kristie.  When should I smoke again?"  "How do you
feel?" "Great!  I feel a tiny bit light-headed, but not dizzy."  "I think you
should smoke now, Lisa."  "Alright!  May I borrow another cigarette?"  "Sure!"
Kristie and I walked down to her room.  She reached in her drawer and handed
me a new pack of Marlboro Lights.  "These are your cigarettes, Lisa.  I want
you to smoke them."  I hugged Kristie and said, "Thank you!"  Kristie asked,
"Would you like to smoke in your room, Lisa?"  "That would be great!  Yes!"
Kristie picked up a lighter and an ash tray, and we went down the hall.  "Why
don't you sit at your dresser, so you can watch yourself?"  "OK."  Kristie set
the ash tray and lighter on the dresser.  I started opening my brand new pack
of cigarettes.  They came in the soft pack.  Kristie showed me how to smack
the pack on the filter end three times before I opened it.  That's to help
pack the little pieces of tobacco together.  Then I grabbed the little plastic
strip, and took the cellophane off the top.  "Now, Lisa, pick one of the two
sides, and tear the foil off.  But leave the paper strip in the middle."
"OK."  I finished that.  Now I could see the filters of about six cigarettes.
Kristie said, "Now...hit your pack against your hand gently until a couple of
the cigarettes come out far enough for you to grab one.  I did that, and slid
a cigarette from my pack.  I wasted no time putting it between my fingertips.
I felt so cool with a cigarette between my fingers!

Kristie said, "Now, Lisa, since you smoke cigarettes, you need to know how to
light them."  "I agree."  Kristie handed me her new lighter.  She showed me
how to work it.  It was fun to play with.  "Lisa, since you're right-handed,
hold your cigarette to your mouth with your left hand, and work the lighter
with your right hand."  "How long should I hold the lighter on my cigarette?"
If you're looking at yourself in a mirror, until the tip turns red hot.  If
you're not, wait until you have a nice stream of smoke flowing over your
tongue.  You'll taste and feel the smoke.  If you don't get your cigarette lit
well enough, just light it again.  Once you really get into smoking, you'll
take a nice deep first drag, and that'll really get your cigarette going well.
Then it'll keep burning until you've smoked all of it."

I picked up the lighter and flicked it a couple of times.  It was easy to
work. Smiling with total happiness, I looked at myself in the mirror and held
my cigarette to my lips with my fingertips.  I flicked the lighter, and
carefully held the flame next to the tip of my cigarette.  A tiny bit of smoke
started coming from my cigarette.  I began to suck, and my cigarette quickly
got red hot. There was a nice stream of smoke curling up from my cigarette
now, so I put away the lighter.  Smiling, I sucked on my cigarette for a
couple of seconds, and blew out my smoke.  I said, "Kristie, smoking really
makes me feel like a woman.  It's a great feeling to light a cigarette and
breathe smoke into my body.  No wonder so many girls in my school smoke
cigarettes."

Kristie asked, "Lisa, would you like to feel even more like an adult?" "Yes."
"Would you like to learn how to inhale smoke into your lungs?" "Sure!"  "OK.
You've been taking nice puffs into your mouth and throat.  To inhale your
smoke, you take your puff, take your cigarette from your lips, and start
breathing in slowly.  The puff of smoke in your throat will be sucked all the
way into your lungs."  "That sounds good."  "It is, Lisa."  I took a puff on
my cigarette, and blew out my smoke.  "Now, the idea is that your body will
get a whole lot more nicotine per puff if you inhale the smoke.  If you're
addicted to nicotine, this will give you all kinds of satisfaction.  If you're
not addicted to nicotine, it can make you sick."  "What do I do, then?  I want
to inhale."  "You can inhale, Lisa.  But starting now, you'll only inhale once
or twice per cigarette, and inhale only nice little puffs.  Your body is going
to learn to love nicotine, but you've got to adjust gradually."

"Kristie, could I please inhale now?"  "Hold your cigarette to your mouth,
Lisa." I did that.  "Now, take a nice little puff."  Kristie could see I was
getting smoke from my cigarette.  "That's enough smoke, Lisa.  Now, take your
cigarette from your lips, but don't blow out at all."  I lowered my cigarette,
and Kristie said, "Start taking a slow, deep breath, Lisa."  I breathed in for
about five seconds, nice and slow.  I could feel the smoke flowing into my
lungs.  It felt great!  Kristie said, "OK, Lisa, hold your lips together and
blow out your smoke."

Kristie put her hands on my shoulders.  I watched myself closely in the
mirror. I held my lips close together, and started blowing.  Nothing happened
for a second.  And then a light stream of smoke began to come from my lips!
It was smooth and steady, and it looked nice coming from my lips.  I blew
smoke from my lips for about three seconds.  I looked really feminine and
really sexy smoking this way!  Kristie said, "Lisa, every bit of the smoke you
just blew out was in your lungs!  You just inhaled cigarette smoke, Lisa!"
"It felt good, Kristie." "You're going to be an incredible smoker!"  "That was
fun, Kristie.  My heart is really beating.  I feel a little dizzy."  "Nicotine
is doing that.  Remember, you're still adjusting to smoking.  Very soon,
smoking will relax you and satisfy you like nothing else."  "Kristie, could I
inhale my smoke every time?"  "No. Just inhale occasionally for now.  You'll
have to inhale very small puffs for a day or two.  Pay close attention to how
you feel."  "I'll get addicted to cigarettes a lot sooner if I smoke this way,
won't I?"  "Yes.  Well, Lisa, we need to have another talk."  "OK."  "Are you
going to smoke at school?"  "I sure am."  "When?  Do you want to wait until
you're addicted?"  "I'd like to smoke tomorrow."  "Will you smoke in the
girls' restroom?"  "Yes.  My friend, Ann, who's in the seventh grade, has to
smoke.  She's smoked for almost two years, and she smokes between every class
period, and at noon hour.  I'll smoke with her."

I held my cigarette to my lips, and sucked steadily.  When I had a nice amount
of smoke, I inhaled, slowly and deeply.  A few seconds later, I blew a smooth,
thin stream of smoke from my lips.  I said, "The smoke tastes so good.
Oh...do you have any matches?  I'll need something to light my cigarettes
tomorrow at school."  "Lisa, you have most of your cigarette left.  Would you
like to smoke the rest of it downstairs?  I know Mom and Dad would love to see
you smoking." "OK.  Let's go."

I tapped the ashes off my cigarette, and somewhat self-consciously walked into
the family room with my lit cigarette between my fingers.  Kristie had her arm
around me.  Mom and Dad looked up and smiled at me.  They just kept looking at
the Marlboro Light 100 between my fingers.  I asked, "Would you like to watch
me smoke my cigarette?"  Dad said, "We'd love to.  Why don't you sit down?"  I
sat down on the couch, beside Kristie.  Mom got up and found an ash tray, and
said, "Here, Lisa." "Thanks, Mom."  Dad said, "You look nice with a cigarette,
Lisa. Don't be bashful about smoking.  We're proud of you."  I smiled and
looked at Daddy, and held my cigarette to my lips.  I sucked for a couple of
seconds, and lowered it.  Then I began to inhale.  I inhaled real deeply this
time.  A couple of seconds later, I blew out my smoke, real smoothly and
ladylike.  Dad said, "Lisa, you look so pretty smoking.  Are you enjoying your
cigarette?"  "Yes, Daddy.  The smoke tastes good.  I'm learning how to inhale
the smoke into my lungs.  The smoke feels good inside me."  Mom asked, "What
do you think so far? Would you like to have a smoking habit?"  "Yes, Mom.
That's my goal.  I know smoking is going to be perfect for me."

I took a light drag, inhaled, and watched the smoke flow from my lips.
Kristie said, "Lisa's doing real well.  I'm real proud of her."  Daddy said,
"Lisa, I'd be happy to take you out to get some cigarettes.  That way you can
smoke every day from now on."  "That would be totally cool!  Could we go right
after I finish smoking my cigarette?"  "Sure.  And your cigarettes will be my
treat."  "Thanks, Daddy."  Mom asked, "What kind of cigarette are you smoking,
Lisa?"  "It's a Marlboro Light 100.  It tastes really good, Mom."  She said,
"I see a lot of ads for ultra-light cigarettes.  They look like they might be
nice to smoke.  Would you feel better smoking an ultra-light cigarette, at
least at first?"  "No, Mom. Marlboro Lights are fine.  I know a couple of
dozen girls who smoke them.  My friend Ann in seventh grade has smoked them
for two years.  She told me once she liked every cigarette she's ever smoked,
but Marlboro Lights are her favorite."

I held my cigarette to my lips and dragged confidently.  This was a deeper
drag. I inhaled my smoke completely, and slowly blew it out.  Daddy said, "I
knew you'd look pretty smoking, Lisa, but you absolutely look incredible!  I'm
very proud of you, Lisa.  You have a nice, feminine way of smoking."  "Thanks,
Daddy."  Mom said, "Lisa, we have some nice ash trays for parties.  They're in
the dining room.  You're welcome to take a couple up to your room."  Mom
asked, "If you stay with cigarettes, won't you want to smoke at school?"
"Yes, I will."  "What will you do?"  "I'm going to smoke at school every day,
Mom.  I'll be able to smoke in the girls' room with no problem."  Daddy asked,
"But how often can you get to the girls' room?"  "We change rooms after
several classes, like music and science and PE.  We have seven minutes between
classes.  I'll be able to smoke at least once every two hours, and a lot at
noon."  "Good."  I took one last drag on my cigarette, and blew out my smoke.

I said, "Mom and Dad, this is the best day of my life.  Thank you so much for
letting me smoke cigarettes."  I tapped out my cigarette, and just sat there
smiling.  Daddy said, "Lisa, put on a jacket."  Dad drove me down the street
to a little drugstore.  There was a college-aged guy behind the counter.  We
said hi and Daddy had me come with him.  Daddy had me pick out a beautiful
gold lighter. Daddy made me try lighting several different kinds, so I ended
up with one that was easy to light, as well as great-looking!  We also picked
up a can of the butane gas that goes in it.  I thanked Daddy, and he said,
"Now let's get your cigarettes, Lisa.  I'll buy you two cartons."  Smiling
like crazy, I went with him to the aisle with the cartons of cigarettes.  I
picked up a carton of 100's, even though most of the time at school I wouldn't
have time to smoke a longer cigarette.  I picked out one carton of Marlboro
Lights king size.  I chose one carton of soft-pack, and one with boxes, to see
which I liked better to carry in my purse.  Daddy also had me pick up a
package of cheap lighters.  He said, "You might not want to carry your gold
lighter if you want to smoke when you're outside playing or riding your bike."
Daddy gave me the money and said he'd wait outside the door.  He wanted me to
get used to buying cigarettes all by myself.

I proudly carried my cigarettes to the counter, and set them down.  The cute
guy smiled at me and asked, "Will there be anything else?"  "No.  I think I
have everything."  He looked very interested in my purchases.  Then, like he
couldn't resist, he asked, "Do you smoke?"  "Yes.  I smoke cigarettes."  "That
is so nice! I always like to see a pretty girl smoking.  Have you smoked for a
long time?" "Actually, I smoked my first cigarette today!  But Mom and Dad
just gave me permission to smoke, so I'll be lighting up every day from now
on."  He held out his hand to shake mine.  He said, "That's just great.  Did
you enjoy your cigarette?"  "I loved it!  It tasted good, and I felt real nice
after I smoked it."  He asked, "Could I ask how old you are?"  "I'm eleven."
He said, "Really? I would have guessed fourteen.  You are so pretty.  I know
you look wonderful smoking a cigarette."  "Well, thank you!  Guess what?"
"What?"  "I inhale my smoke."  He said, "I've got to say, boys are going to be
paying a lot of attention to you from now on.  You're beautiful, and you
smoke!"  He gave me my change, and said goodbye.  I felt like a million bucks
walking out of that store with my cigarettes!

Well, I smoked about once every hour the rest of the day.  Each cigarette was
better somehow than the last.  It was incredible fun to light up a cigarette
and smoke it while I watched my favorite show on TV that evening.  I lit one
more cigarette as I was getting ready for bed.  I picked out a cute outfit for
school the next day, setting out a sweater with big pockets, so I could sneak
my cigarettes and lighter to the restroom.  Each time I took a drag, I watched
myself in the mirror.  I was inhaling my smoke, and I thought I looked really
nice.  As I tapped out my cigarette, I thought about how pleased I was with my
decision to become a smoker.

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