Smoke Police, Part 3

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    SMOKE POLICE

    Part 3. A Change of Heart.

    Sandra woke early. It was six in the morning. She had a headache, her
mouth felt dry and her throat was scratchy. God, what's the matter with me?
she asked herself. Then she remembered. Oh, yeah, she smiled, it was all those
cigarettes I smoked. As she rolled over in bed, Sandra closed her eyes. God, I
must have smoked twenty cigarettes yesterday, she decided soberly. And I feel
like shit!

    In a moment Sandra smelled a strange but familiar aroma coming from the
next room. Cigarette smoke! Chantelle was already up, smoking again! Sandra's
first thought was to scream at Chantelle to stop. But she paused. She smelled
the air again. It smelled good! Instantaneously, Sandra changed her mind. I
think I want a cigarette, too, she decided.

    She stumbled from her bedroom in her pajamas, through the living room and
into the kitchen. Chantelle sat at the kitchen table, wearing nothing but a
shirt, reading the paper. Her long black hair was disheveled, going every
direction at once. She held a cigarette in her left hand. Sandra watched with
fascination as smoke cured from the end of the cigarette toward the ceiling.

    "Hey, roomie," Chantelle said cheerfully. Sandra sat beside her. Chantelle
greeted Sandra with a kiss on the lips. "You look like shit this morning,"
Chantelle grinned.

    "God, I feel like shit," Sandra agreed, rubbing her eyes. "Did you take
your pill?" she asked, looking again at the burning cigarette.

    "Sure did," Chantelle replied, pausing to take a drag. "Actually, I took
two. You said take two to make sure I don't get hooked again. After I took
them I decided I wanted a cigarette anyway." Chantelle playfully exhaled a
cloud of smoke toward Sandra. "God, I'd forgotten how good a cigarette tastes
first thing in the morning! The first cigarette of the day is always the
best." She noticed Sandra looking at her. "Do you want one, Sandra?"

    Sandra walked over to the sink. "Let me take my pill first," she replied.
"You're supposed to take it in the morning before you smoke," she explained.
With a glass of water, Sandra fulfilled her obligation. She walked to the
kitchen table and picked up the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. "But I
think I would like one, too," she smiled. Quickly Sandra lit her first
cigarette of the day.

    God, Chantelle was right! It tasted so good! Sandra took three consecutive
drags, pumping the smoke deeply into her lungs. For a moment she thought about
calling in sick so she could sit at the kitchen table and chain-smoke all day.
As the smoke from Sandra's fourth drag hit her lungs, she sighed and exhaled
slowly. "God, you're right, Chantelle. This is wonderful."

    Chantelle stood up. "I know. But I've got to get ready for work," she
explained. Chantelle held up the cigarette in her hand in front of her face.
"This is my second cigarette of the day," she winked. "So you're allowed to
have another one, too." Sandra nodded and Chantelle leaned over and kissed
Sandra again. "I hope you don't have any regrets about last night," Chantelle
purred.

    Sandra shook her head. "Nope," she smiled weakly. She took another big
drag off her cigarette. God, each puff tasted better than the one before!
"Don't worry. I loved it, you little slut," Sandra teased, but with a serious
tone of voice.

    Chantelle was standing next to the table. With her cigarette in her mouth
Chantelle began to play with Sandra's breasts. "God, you've changed, Sandra,"
she replied. "But I'm glad. We might want to try it again tonight." Chantelle
gave her a wicked grin.

    Sandra resisted the strong temptation to pull Chantelle towards her and
kiss her mouth. Instead she put her cigarette into her mouth again. She needed
to get ready for work, too, she told herself. Sandra pulled Chantelle's
fingers away from her tits. "Later, kid, later," she said firmly.

    "Okay, I can take a hint," Chantelle agreed reluctantly. "Finish your
cigarette in peace."

    At work Sandra's morning dragged interminably. The clock on the wall moved
far too slowly. Sandra knew what she was waiting for. At 10:00 a.m. she could
go to the Covert Ops room to practice smoking with Roxy. It was all she could
think about. God, she wanted another cigarette! All morning Sandra's eyes were
glued to the clock.

    At twenty minutes before ten Sandra's vidphone rang. It was Chantelle.
"Sandra," she began. "Something's wrong with my TUP. On the way to work I
tried to buy cigarettes at the pharmacy, but the TUP wouldn't scan. The
pharmacist said the computer wouldn't authorize me to buy cigarettes with this
TUP."

    Sandra turned down the volume on the speaker. "You asshole! Why were you
trying to buy cigarettes?" Sandra whispered quietly.

    The image of Chantelle on the screen smiled. Behind her Sandra saw
Chantelle's office surroundings. So she was at work. That was a relief. At
least Chantelle hadn't been taken to the police station for questioning. Using
a phony TUP was a federal offense.

    "Well, I was driving in to work and was almost to the office. I decided to
stop and buy a pack with my TUP. I want to be able to sneak out at lunch and
have another cigarette," Chantelle admitted. "Sandra, I don't think I can wait
until after work."

    "I'll ask Roxy what's wrong with your TUP," Sandra offered. "Because if
the smoke police issue you a TUP for undercover work, you should be able to
buy smokes with it. Thank God the pharmacist didn't call the police."

    "No shit!" Chantelle agreed. "Hey, I've gotta go. But I wanted you to know
about this little glitch. I'll see you tonight, roomie!" The screen darkened.

    Sandra frowned. Something had gone wrong. She'd see Roxy in the Covert Ops
room in only a few minutes. She'd ask her.

    After talking about smoking with Chantelle, Sandra was unable to wait any
longer. It was still only ten minutes before ten, but Sandra stood up. She
told Amber at the desk next to hers that she was taking a short break. "Hey,
I'll come with you," Amber offered with a smile. "I'd love to get some
coffee."

    Sandra was flustered. How could she get out of this? Roxy was expecting
her at ten. More importantly, Sandra wanted a cigarette! She wasn't sure what
to say to Amber. She had to get rid of her somehow.

    "Uh, I've got to run some papers down to Covert Ops for Michelle," Sandra
finally objected.

    Amber grinned. She was a friendly girl with short brown hair and a big
smile. "That's okay, I'll come with you," Amber replied. Sandra struggled in
vain to think of another excuse. Then Amber whispered. "Sandra, I know where
you're going. I'm going, too." Sandra looked confused. So Amber explained.
"You're going for a smoke," she said softly. "Me, too." She flashed that big
grin again.

    Now Sandra was confused. Did Amber know? Was she in training, too? Why was
she talking about it? Roxy told her not to speak with anyone else. One thing
was certain. They couldn't talk here in the open office.

    "Okay," Sandra finally whispered. "Let's go now."

    They walked downstairs in silence. Sandra's thoughts focused on her next
cigarette. She was embarrassed to admit to Roxy how much she'd been thinking
about smoking. Maybe the pills weren't working, she wondered. Because God, I'd
kill to be able to have a smoke right now.

    Amber went first as they entered Covert Ops. She walked up to George
Wilson's desk. George sat outside the restricted area. Amber calmly announced,
"We're here to meet with Ms. Smarzen. Is she in the room?"

    George looked confused. "Amber, you're not scheduled to come down until
11:30 today," he said.

    Amber smiled that winning smile again. God, Sandra thought, she is
charming! "I know, George," Amber admitted. She went on in her most persuasive
tone of voice. "But Sandra was coming down at ten. We sit together upstairs. I
didn't want to wait until 11:30. I thought I could join her. Now." She smiled
again. "Wouldn't that be okay?"

    George wavered for a moment. "Sit here and wait, Amber," he finally
offered. "Let me check with Roxanne."

    Amber and Sandra sat beside George's desk waiting for clearance. "I really
need a cigarette," Amber explained confidentially. "I figured you'd be my
ticket to get in early. I can't wait until 11:30 for a cigarette today."

    Sandra looked at her. Amber looked young, not a day over 25. Yeah, she
must be in the volunteer surveillance training program, too, Sandra decided.
I'll bet she's learning to smoke. As Sandra looked, she could tell that Amber
was nervous. Amber incessantly played with the rings on her fingers. Sandra
guessed Amber felt strong cravings. "Well, what about your anti-addiction
pills?" Sandra asked. "I'm surprised Roxanne doesn't adjust your dosage; you
know, to keep you from needing cigarettes?"

    Amber started to smile and then suddenly looked stricken. "Oh my God,"
Amber mumbled. "I thought you were farther along in the program, Sandra. I
didn't know.... Oh, shit!"

    Suddenly Sandra noticed Roxanne standing several feet away. George had
brought her into the waiting area. Sandra wasn't sure how long Roxy'd been
there or how much she'd heard. "So, you decided to come down a bit early
today, did you Amber?" Roxy said sternly. "I thought I told you not to make
careless assumptions about the participation of others in the program, my
dear."

    "I'm sorry, Roxy," Amber stuttered. Her charming smile was gone and
Amber's face was covered with a mask of absolute terror. "I thought Sandra
knew," she went on. "I just wanted one so badly, that I...."

    Roxy smiled at Sandra and interrupted Amber. Sandra was totally confused.
"Come in, both of you," Roxy said quietly. "We'll have a little talk, Sandra."

    Without a word Amber walked into Covert Ops behind Roxy. Sandra followed
What're they talking about? Sandra wondered. What did Amber think I knew?
What's going on? Something was amiss. Whatever it was, she was about to find
out.

    Amber sat silently at one end of the conference table. She took no
initiative, waiting for permission before saying or doing anything. Roxy sat
next to Sandra.

    "Let me ask you a few questions, Sandra," Roxy began with a smile, leaning
closer as she began to talk. Sandra looked into her eyes. As she did she felt
stir the same sexual feelings she felt yesterday afternoon. God, she thought
to herself, Roxy is one hot lady!

    "You'll probably have questions of your own, Sandra, before we're done,"
Roxy went on. "But let me ask you some first."

    "Okay," Sandra replied obediently.

    "First, did you try smoking at home last night?"

    "Yes, Roxanne, I did."

    "How much?"

    Sandra looked embarrassed. "Well, Roxy, you told me I could let my
roommate, Chantelle, smoke with me if she wanted.

    "Yes, I did. And did she want to, Sandra?"

    "Yeah," Sandra admitted reluctantly. "She did. We smoked a lot last night.
Probably almost twenty cigarettes each."

    Roxanne looked pleased. "Very good, Sandra," she smiled. "Did you enjoy
them?"

    Sandra looked at the floor. She'd been looking forward to a smoke. Talking
about it like this made her want a cigarette even more. "Yeah, I guess I did."

    "Don't guess, Sandra. Did you enjoy smoking or not?" Roxy seemed
determined to get a clear answer to her question.

    "Yes," Sandra admitted. "Actually I enjoyed it a lot." She sensed this was
the right answer, the one Roxy expected. But she wasn't sure why.

    "And what about Chantelle, your roommate. Did she enjoy it?"

    Sandra squirmed in her chair. "Actually, Roxy, it turns out Chantelle
smoked when she was in college. I mean, she quit several years ago. She says
she won't help me spy on people who were her friends. But yes, to answer your
question, Chantelle smoked with me last night and she enjoyed it." Sandra
paused. "We also smoked together this morning."

    Sandra glanced at Amber. The big grin had returned to Amber's face. Sandra
sensed that Amber was amused by these responses to Roxy's questions.

    Roxy smiled and leaned even closer. "Sandra, would you like a cigarette
right now? Wait. Before you answer, let me re-phrase the question. Do you need
a cigarette now and do you want one very badly?"

    Sandra nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'd really like one. All morning I figured
the pills weren't working because the only thing I can think about is getting
to smoke." She glanced at Amber. She didn't look surprised. Now it was
Sandra's turn to smile as she looked back toward Roxy. "But I'm guessing
you're not surprised by that answer, Roxy." She paused and looked deeply into
Roxy's eyes. "I guessing that what's been happening to me is supposed to
happen, isn't it?" she asked. "I'm supposed to want to smoke, aren't I?"

    Roxy looked away. She opened the drawer and pulled out a pack of
cigarettes and a lighter. "Amber, this one's for you," Roxy said simply,
sliding the pack and the lighter across the table. Greedily, Amber reached for
the cigarettes. She removed one from the pack and put it between her lips.
With one quick motion she lit he cigarette and took a cheek-hollowing double
pump drag. "God, thanks, Roxy," Amber sighed as smoke escaped from her lips.
She slid the lighter back across the table to Roxanne.

    "You, Sandra?" Roxy asked. Without hesitation Sandra, too, put a cigarette
in her mouth and lit up. Finally! Sandra sucked on it, and sucked again. The
smoke filling her mouth felt and tasted good. She quickly inhaled it into her
lungs where she let it sit for several moments. Reluctantly, she finally began
to exhale as she took another big drag. "Thank you, Roxy," Sandra sighed. "I
guess I needed this." With a knowing look, Sandra asked, "Are you going to
join us, Roxy?"

    Roxy smiled and removed a cigarette for herself. "You know the answer is
yes, don't you, Sandra?" She quickly lit up. Her first drag was just long
enough to get properly lit, but it was followed by a second drag which went on
for at least seven seconds. Sandra watched while Roxy pulled interminably on
the cigarette and then inhaled the smoke into her lungs. Before exhaling, Roxy
looked at Sandra. "I'm guessing you've put the pieces together, Sandra? You've
figured out there is no plan to use you in covert operations." She glanced
over at Amber, who had already half-finished her cigarette, and who by now
looked much relieved. "Or anyone else, either," she added with a wicked smile.

    Sandra nodded. "The whole business was a scam, wasn't it?" Sandra asked.
"That's why Chantelle's TUP wouldn't scan when she tried to buy cigarettes
with it. Your whole plan is to get people to start smoking, isn't it? And to
make you their supplier." Roxy smiled and nodded. She didn't seem apologetic.

    "What about the pills, Roxy?" she went on. "Why don't they work?" Sandra
suspected she had already guessed the answer. "What are they for?"

    Roxy grinned. "The pills are effective, Sandra. But not the way I implied
yesterday. Remember, I promised you that if you took the pills addiction would
be no problem. And that's true. It won't be a problem. Because you won't feel
like it's a problem. You'll embrace the addiction enthusiastically. See, the
pills I gave you aren't the same ones taken by our field agents. These are
different. They increase your body's susceptibility to addictive substances.
Like nicotine. Actually, they don't protect you from becoming addicted,
Sandra." She stared into Sandra's eyes. "They make sure you become firmly
addicted. Quickly." For the first time Roxy looked down. "I hope you're not
too upset."

    "No," Sandra smiled. She took another drag on her cigarette. All she
wanted was more nicotine. "I'm not upset. Really, I guess I sensed it from the
beginning. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. Smoking seemed exciting
to me. I really like it," she admitted. "But what else do these pills do,
Roxy?" Sandra asked. "Do they affect people in other ways?"

    Roxy exhaled a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. "The pills are actually
a mild antidepressant, a relaxing agent which also removes inhibitions,
getting people in touch with their feelings. That's actually the primary
medical use of these pills. It's just that they also have the pleasant side
effect of making people susceptible to nicotine addiction. Clinically the
pills are often shown to bring about dramatic changes in the area of sexual
conduct. People with repressed feelings or behaviors are suddenly willing to
express themselves." She leaned forward. "Did you experience anything like
that, Sandra?" From the grin on her face, Sandra knew this time it was Roxanne
who already suspected the answer, but she clearly wanted to hear it anyway.

    Sandra glanced at Amber. Amber, too, was all ears, listening to Sandra's
tale. "Sort of, yeah," Sandra began. "I guess you could say Chantelle and I
discovered we were more sexually versatile than we realized." Amber stood up
and walked across the room. She smiled at Sandra as if she understood
completely. Sandra smiled back. God, Sandra thought to herself, Amber's got a
nice looking ass.

    "One more question, Roxy," Sandra went on.

    "Sure, anything," Roxanne answered. "What is it?" No harm in being
completely candid now.

    "Why the elaborate lie?"

    Roxanne tapped some ashes into the ashtray and took another puff on her
cigarette. "I'll tell you," she said. Smoke began to mix with her words.
"You've probably guessed by now that Michelle and I both smoke. We have for
years. We love cigarettes. Last fall Michelle and I stumbled across another
well-connected, secret ATF smoker outside our regional office and through him
we developed contacts with other smokers inside the agency. Believe me, there
are lots of them!"

    God, Sandra sighed. The other person must be Roger Westfall. Michelle was
meeting with him yesterday before she called Sandra in to introduce me to
Roxy. God, could ATF's regional director and its tri-state director be in
charge of a cigarette smuggling ring?

    Roxy went on. "Well, we soon found we could get our cigarettes for a
fraction of black market cost." She smiled at Amber. "Eventually Michelle and
I decided to see if we could get others who work here hooked on nicotine, too.
It started as a game. Just for fun."

    "But why?" interrupted Sandra. "Wasn't it risky?"

    "Sure," replied Roxy. "But no riskier than working for ATF enforcement as
a secret smoker," she smiled. "Anyway, Michelle's brother Bill is a
pharmacist. He smokes, too. One day Bill mentioned to Michelle this
antidepressant with the surprising side effect. He bragged that it hooks
people on smoking. I guess Bill hooked his girlfriend on cigarettes by putting
her on the pills and then daring her try a cigarette. Bill said she smoked a
couple of cigarettes and boom - she was hooked! The pills actually increase
nicotine's pharmacological addictive effect. Michelle was impressed. She told
Bill about our idea. Bill offered to smuggle several hundred doses out of the
pharmacy for us. That settled it. So we worked on our story. We decided to
tell people we needed volunteer operatives for the smoke police. The pills
gave us the edge we needed. They made sure our new smokers would never change
their minds and blow the whistle. Amber was our first target. It worked
perfectly. Within a few days she was a convert. In no time Amber was smoking a
pack a day and loving it." Roxanne took another drag on her cigarette as she
continued.

    "Soon we added others: My assistant George, and then Robin from
communications, Danielle and Ronnie from administration, and most recently
Shayla from public relations, whom you saw yesterday. We now have over a dozen
secret smokers who work for the smoke police. All using the Covert Ops room
for smoke-breaks during the day. We make a few bucks supplying our new smokers
with cigarettes below black market cost. It was a win/win situation. Good for
them, good for us. And fun to see young girls like you and Amber learn to
smoke!" She grinned at Amber, who grinned back. Roxy smiled at Sandra. The
look pierced Sandra's heart. "Now you're one of us, too, Sandra."

    "You never intended to use any of us in undercover work?" Sandra
interrupted.

    "No," Roxy admitted. "Of course not. We don't want to bust smokers. Get
with it, Sandra! But let me finish. We also discovered, without exception,
that each person who took the pills experienced a release of pent-up
inhibitions. For the first time our converts found courage to admit who they
really were sexually. That's what happened to Amber, for example."

    Amber nodded and interrupted Roxy's story. "See, I'd always been scared of
guys. Lacking in self-confidence. Scared to death of talking with them. I
started smoking with Roxy on a Tuesday a couple months ago. The very next
night, on Wednesday, for the first time in my life I picked up a guy at a
bar." She grinned and took a long drag on her cigarette. "I got laid that
night. And on each of the next three nights. A different guy each night. It
was great," she laughed. "Roxy had me smoking a pack a day and loving every
cigarette. And every fuck! Not only men, but women, too, which was also new
for me!" Amber winked at both of them.

    Roxanne looked at Sandra. "I suspect you and Chantelle had the same
experience. Something sexual happened, didn't it?"

    Sandra smiled contentedly as she took another puff. The cigarette tasted
so good. She didn't feel at all awkward about talking about it. Must be the
pills, she decided. "You're right," Sandra replied simply. "It sure did."

    "And are you unhappy?" Roxanne asked.

    Sandra thought for a moment. She remembered the events of the last evening
and the pleasant release of her sexual desires. "No," she admitted. "We loved
it. But it didn't involve any guys," she said with a sly smile and a wink at
Roxanne.

    Amber crushed her cigarette in the ashtray. "How about another cigarette,
Roxy?" Amber asked politely. "I could use another smoke." From the look on her
face, Sandra knew Roxy would say yes.

    "Sure, Amber," Roxy smiled. "Why the hell not?" She pushed the pack back
across the table to Amber who once again lit up a cigarette. Sandra admired
Amber's style as she double-pumped and sucked the smoke into her lungs. Amber
was very cute! And willing to play with the other girls, too!

    Suddenly, the door opened. Sandra almost dropped her cigarette in
surprise. It was Michelle Hammersmith, her boss. But of course Michelle wasn't
fazed by the three women at the table smoking.

    "Well," Michelle grinned. "I see Sandra has graduated. She's already
smoking with our other recruits."

    "Yeah, don't worry," Roxy smiled. She handed the pack of cigarettes to
Michelle. "She's on our side now. Completely!"

    Sandra watched Michelle light up a cigarette, too. Quickly pulling smoke
into her lungs, Michelle let the exhale begin from her nostrils in very slow,
twin tendrils of smoke. "Glad to hear it," she said as she continued to
exhale. Michelle looked good smoking. She took several consecutive drags,
obviously eager to consume as much smoke as possible.

    "So, ladies," Michelle finally asked, the cigarette hanging in her mouth.
"Have you heard the big news?"

    "No. What news?"

    Michelle took another drag and removed the cigarette from her mouth. "This
morning the President held a press conference. Today he's submitting
legislation to the Congress which will legalize tobacco sales to anyone over
18 years old and which will privatize the government's cigarette manufacturing
and distribution operations. He's basically proposing the repeal of the
Tobacco Control Act. The government will offer existing manufacturing plants
to the highest three bidders to create a competitive market for cigarettes.
For the first time in 20 years." Michelle paused to take another hit. "And by
executive order he's immediately suspended all ATF smoke police operations."
She looked at Roxy. "Analysts expect easy passage of the legislative package
with little resistance. It should become law in a few weeks. So we're out of
business, Roxy."

    Sandra pulled on her cigarette as Michelle's statement hung in the air.
Unbelievable! For a moment she worried about her job. But as Sandra sucked the
smoke into her lungs she decided it wasn't so bad. Completely legal! Wow!
She'd be able to smoke freely! In the open. Now that would be cool!

    Amber expressed more obvious concern. "What's going to happen to us?" she
asked.

    Michelle frowned. "Well, I'm not sure, to tell you the truth. Our
positions will be eliminated. I don't know about Roxy but I'm thinking about
updating my resume, resigning, and looking for work with one of the new
tobacco companies which will soon be in business. We've got some marketing
ideas for them, don't we, Roxy?"

    Roxy shrugged her shoulders and crushed her cigarette in the ashtray.
"You'll be okay, Amber," she replied. "You, Sandra and the others can get
transfers to another ATF section if you want." She smiled. "The government
hates to lay anybody off. But I like your idea, Michelle. We ought to think
about a new line of work. After all, who knows more about why people smoke
than former ATF officials?"

    They talked for several minutes, long enough for Michelle to finish her
cigarette. She and Amber left at the same time. But Sandra stayed behind to
talk to Roxy.

    "Roxy," she began. "I want to thank you for what's happened. God, I love
smoking. And I'm excited about my new sexual awareness, too. For the first
time I'm really in touch with my sexual attraction to other women. I have you
to thank for that." Sandra paused and looked right at Roxanne. "And I've
really appreciated getting to know you, Roxy. You're wonderful. I hope we can
become friends."

    Roxy blushed. She smiled coyly. "I'd like that very much, Sandra. You're a
lovely girl."

    Taking a deep breath, Sandra moved closer. She now stood right next to
Roxanne. "Maybe we could get together for dinner sometime, Roxy?" she said in
a sultry voice. "You know, to talk and stuff?"

    "I'd love to," Roxanne replied. She reached out and took Sandra's hand.
Roxy gently squeezed it. "How about my place? Tonight after work?" she
whispered. "I'd love to talk. And stuff," she added suggestively.

    The blood rushed into Sandra's cheeks. Her pussy was feeling wet. Roxy's
excited, too, Sandra decided. I can tell by the look in her eyes.

    With their hands still together, Sandra squeezed Roxy's fingers. "I'll
tell you what, Roxy. I'll bring some beer and you bring lots of cigarettes.
We'll have a good time."

    "It's a deal, Sandra," Roxy sighed, still holding Sandra's hand. "You
know, I'd love to get to know you better. Much better. Tonight at seven, my
place. I'll get you directions. And bring your roommate too, if you want."

    Roxy paused. "Please don't tell Michelle, okay?" She smiled a wicked smile
as she brushed her red hair from her face with her free hand. "Michelle's so
damn possessive. She might not understand." Roxy reached out and softly
touched Sandra's hair. "I'd love to see you. You know, to smoke together. And
stuff."

    Sandra grinned back. She understood. The meaning was clear. They'd do more
than smoke and drink beer together tonight.

    Sandra boldly took hold of both of Roxy's hands. Her inhibitions were
gone. She leaned closer. "Roxy, I'll take a couple pills before I come, just
to make sure I'm not tense or uptight or anything," she purred into Roxy's
ear. "And I won't tell Michelle. Don't worry. My lips are sealed," she
whispered. "At least 'til I see you tonight," she added. Roxy just smiled.

    Sandra felt good. This is the new me, she decided. A smoker. Sexually
free. Completely free to be whomever she wanted. And Sandra liked it. A lot.

    THE END

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