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Should you have any comments, please feel free to respond to azman2k@yahoo.com. PYGMALION Part 4 of 10 8. A Time for True Friends It had been a week since Beth's dinner with 'The Swingers', as she now referred to them in her mind. Her phrase was a mild put-down, a defense mechanism perhaps but she'd had no contact with Doug or Hank since their dinner together. And though the two men seemed witty and fun to be with, their life was on a different plane altogether from the one Beth was trying to carve for herself. Beth had an excuse why she hadn't seen Doug around the complex though. As was typical, she was burying herself in her work and was rarely home. Then, as she was making her way to her front door after working late one evening, she noticed a rectangular FedEx envelope on the porch resting on the threshold. Beth received numerous FedEx packages and letters at work but they never found their way to her house - at least not until today. She looked puzzled as she picked up the offering. Inside the FedEx packaging was a smaller, sealed white envelope that simply had "Beth" penned on it. She couldn't imagine what this was about. She pulled the short missive out and read: Dear Beth: Thank you so much for joining us for dinner the other night! We all had a marvelous time. You are a special person Beth, and I already cherish our new friendship. I hope you will enjoy these tickets as a token of our appreciation and will invite a friend. Feel free to call me anytime whether you need something or would just like to chat. Stay in touch! Lovingly, Hank Beth moved her fingers back inside the envelope and pulled out Hank's business card and two concert tickets. She flipped them over. A smile spread across her face and she spoke aloud, "I'll be damned! He did it." The concert was for Shania Twain, the one Beth and Doug had talked about on her porch last week. She noticed the seat locations printed on the edge and couldn't believe it. They said: SECTION: FLOOR, CENTER. ROW 1, SEAT 1 / SEAT 2. Just like he said he would do, Beth marveled. She couldn't wait to see Heather tomorrow. She was so excited. She didn't give any thought to turning down the tickets or offering the second one to someone else. "Hey, Heather. Can you come down for a minute?" Beth asked on her work telephone. "I've got a surprise." "Sure. Oh, wait. I've got a meeting that's going to last till 11. Let's just meet in the cafeteria afterwards. That is, unless you want to tell me now..." "No. It can wait," Beth replied, tantalizing her friend. She set down the receiver and closed her eyes. Beth had mixed emotions about the upcoming meeting with Heather. They'd both been busy and hadn't exercised together at LA Fitness since Beth's 'swinger' dinner. And more significantly, they hadn't spoken since Beth observed Heather smoking on the patio last week. Beth didn't understand this 'smoker's gap' she was creating in her mind between she and Pam or, now, she and Heather. Pam was her best friend. Why should the fact that she's decided to smoke change things? And now, why does it matter that Heather smokes? Beth opened her eyes and spoke aloud to herself, "I don't know...it just does." At 11, Beth headed to the cafeteria and sat down in a seat near the one she'd plopped in a week ago during her Heather sighting. She had the tickets on the table in front of her and was thrilled to be able to surprise Heather with them. "Take a look," she said, trying to hide her smile as she slid them over. "Beth! Oh, my God! Where'd you get these? Shania's been sold out for two weeks!" Heather was completely agog. "And they're on the floor!?" "Front row, center," Beth laughed. She was now just as excited. Heather stood up and reached across the table to give a bear hug to her friend. It was as if the couple had won the lottery. Heather was shrieking. A few people stopped eating and looked in the girl's direction. Some smiled. Heather asked again, "Where on earth did you get these, Beth?" Beth just smiled, "Let's just say a friend - he couldn't make it." "Some friend! Oh, this is so great." She was still giggling. When Heather finally settled down, Beth asked if they were 'on' for tonight at the 6 PM aerobics class at the health club. Heather wrinkled her nose. "Oh, no. I can't. Actually I've got a date tonight." "Well...good for you," Beth responded. "Who is he? Anyone around here?" "No." Heather paused. "Well, it's a bit strange. It's not really a date. It's more like a class I'm taking with someone else." "A class? Like a cooking class or something?" Beth asked innocently. "Yeah, you're close. I'll tell you all about it someday but for now, I'm not sure if it's going to work out or not." "It's okay," Beth assured her. "I know. This all sounds rather mysterious, doesn't it?" "Not really." Then she laughed as if to indicate that she wasn't trying to pry. She even leaned down under the table to put her ticket back in her purse showing a willingness to change the conversation. While fidgeting around on the floor, she noticed a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro Lights 100s, in plain view resting inside Heather's purse. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and without thinking, she blurted out something that'd been on her mind for a week. "Heather, when did you start smoking?" It sounded almost like a challenge. Heather laughed then covered her mouth with her hand. "Oops. You saw the pack of cigarettes in my purse just now, didn't you?" She had an embarrassed grin on her face. Beth continued her charge. "Yes, I did. I also saw you smoking on the patio last week. What are you thinking, Heather?" It was as if something inside Beth sensed Heather's weakness, so she attacked. "It's stupid. No one just starts smoking at your age." They were both 29. "I know it may look stupid, Beth," Heather conceded. "If it means anything, I only smoke when I'm out with friends. I know I'm not addicted. In fact, the pack you see in my purse is my very first - I bought it last week and it's still half full." She really was sounding apologetic. Beth was having none of it. "Heather, runner's don't smoke, period. When I met you, I thought you were a runner like me and into physical fitness. You can't do both in my opinion. If I were you, I'd quit now...before you become addicted." Heather was gaining some confidence and didn't feel like sitting through any more of Beth's badgering. "Not now. I'm not quitting when I really haven't even begun, Beth." "I think it's backward and stupid to smoke for any reason." When she heard it aloud, Beth's statement didn't really sound right to her. After all, wasn't I thinking of smoking myself last week? She immediately dropped that thought and continued, "I don't know why anyone in the world would smoke with all the evidence stacked against it." Without even giving it a thought, Heather spoke, "Because it's fun. And it relaxes me when I'm in a group." Relaxes me...God, I hate that word, 'relax', Beth thought. "I think you should quit," she said sternly. "I think YOU should relax." Poor Heather had unknowingly just touched Beth's hottest of hot buttons. "Don't you EVER tell me that!" Beth's voice displayed a controlled rage. "You don't know the slightest thing about relaxing. You also don't have a clue as to what you're doing to your body! I'll say it again, you're stupid if you continue to smoke." "Are you calling me stupid?" Heather challenged. "You know what they say...if the shoe fits..." Beth's face was now beet red. After hearing this, Heather reached into her purse, took the concert ticket that Beth had just given her only minutes ago and flipped it back at her. "Here. I don't need this anymore." "Fine!" "Okay, fine!" Beth was stunned. 'Fine' was all she could muster as she watched pretty Heather storm away from the table. Now, as if to rub salt in the wound, Heather retreated to the patio, sat down and awkwardly lit one of her long cigarettes. Beth stayed long enough to observe the scene then left the cafeteria in tears clinging to both tickets. When Beth got home, she was a nervous wreck. She had lost a friend today over something that seemed so significant at the time but now was so trivial in the presence of her empty condo. She was still dabbing her eyes with tissue. She still hurt and knew she had no one to blame but herself. After about an hour of staring at CNN Headline News, Beth decided she needed to talk to someone further about smoking. And she needed to do it without losing her temper so she decided to call Pam in Albuquerque. Pam would help her, she knew she would. After dialing the number and listening to four solid rings, Pam and Bill's answering machine finally kicked in. At first, Beth didn't recognize their greeting. They'd obviously re-recorded it in a very amateur fashion where both of them would speak, one after the other. First Bill would say something, then giggle, then Pam would follow. The whole thing sounded like a stupid high school skit. However, the underlying theme was that this couple was very much in love. They'd discovered a secret that re-ignited the passion in their marriage and were now openly displaying their silliness and affection. And on the answering machine of all things! Beth slammed the receiver down, jealous that she and Wayne had never found that same affection. When CNN had cycled back to the top of the news, Beth decided to try Pam once more. As soon as their goofy recorded yammering and laughing greeted her a second time, she slammed the receiver down and angrily sent the phone flying from the table. Her crying that followed was soon interrupted by the sound of the annoying digital 'beep beep beep' from the receiver telling her that the phone was off the hook. Beth got up from her chair and stumbled over to replace it on the cradle then got an idea. She left the room for a minute and when she returned she dialed the number on a business card and listened to the phone ring in her ear. At the other end, "Hello?" "Hello, Hank? "Yes." In a very measured tone, she continued, "It's Beth. We've got to talk." 9. The Proposal Instead of taking much time on the phone, Hank insisted that Doug drive Beth over to his home at once. "At 10:30 at night?" Beth asked. "Absolutely. Dougie will be at your door in five minutes. You'll come together." "Alright," Beth replied meekly. She didn't know why but there was no fear, no trepidation, no instinctive caution reminding her that she barely knew this man. She'd been through all her options and Hank was all she had. And yet, there was a curiosity that was drawing her to Hank like a magnet. In any case, Beth had no idea what to expect as they cruised up the driveway to a private iron gate and Doug pushed a series of buttons to cause it to swing open. "Beth, it's wonderful to see you," Hank said as he greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You look marvelous this evening." "I do not." Beth still showed signs of crying, her make-up was marginal at best and she was wearing a pair of casual shorts and a colorful running shirt. Still, she did look great to just about anyone that noticed. Her body, hair and face were always perfect. "But thanks, anyway." She was about to cry again. "Hey, Beth," Hank spoke softly, "It's okay." He stroked her pretty blond hair. "Come on in and let's sit down." Hank led them down a long saltillo-tiled hallway, through a colossal modern kitchen and into what they call in the Southwest a great-room. The house was absolutely huge. Beth was impressed. She noticed two separate staircases, a plethora of original art covering the walls and a study with bookcases stacked two stories high. And she'd only been in the house two minutes. The entire interior was decorated in a southwestern desert motif complementing the traditional Santa Fe adobe architecture that was common to this area of Paradise Valley. Beth was used to this style, however. In fact her home in Albuquerque was a 'desert southwestern', but not on this grand scale. This place was easily worth over three million. She understood at least that much. "What can I get you to drink Beth?" asked Hank, smiling like the good host. "And don't say water," he chuckled. Beth was at a loss. She knew the moment called for an alcoholic beverage but didn't have a clue what would be appropriate. She remained upset over losing Heather and her lower lip still trembled. Then she remembered the drink that Cynthia had the other night. It was a martini. And she certainly looked sexy sipping it from the special martini glass. Just as Hank was about to make a suggestion, Beth softly interjected, "A martini." Doug and Hank exchanged a glance. "What? Is that not right?" Beth asked. "Oh, no, no, no, my dear. In fact, that's Dougie's specialty." Doug looked at Hank privately as if to say, 'it is?' "Yes, run along Dougie. Fix it for her now." There was a comical urgency in Hank's voice. "In fact, make it two. One for each of us." Doug leaned over and whispered something to Hank. He replied, "Oh, make them out of gin. Yes, straight up. And olives." Hank turned to Beth, "You like olives?" then back to Doug, "Give her two big olives. Now, go, go!" he commanded with melodramatic flare. Beth showed amusement with Hank's light blustering but was still clearly troubled. Hank noticed and offered sympathetically, "Dear Beth, what's on your mind tonight? What can I do for you?" She tried to hold back her sobbing but couldn't, not completely. Hank moved next to her in the big chair and again stroked her hair softly. "Oh, Hank....I feel so stupid. I can't even really answer why I called you tonight. I don't know. I've had such a terrible, shitty day. I must be doing something wrong, but I don't know what it is." Beth looked directly into Hank's eyes. He could see tears running down her face. He asked, "When you have these 'shitty' days, as you put it, what do you normally do? I mean, to take the stress away." He was careful not to use the word, 'relax'. "I go work out. You know, to the gym. Or, I go out for a run." Beth paused to wipe her cheek. "But lately, that hasn't been working. I've had a lot of crummy days lately." She realized how helpless and sorry for herself she was probably sounding to Hank but it was intentional. She wanted someone to feel sorry for her, damn it. Hank stood up from the chair they were sharing. "Beth, come here for a moment. Let's just look out the window. I want to show you something." He gestured for her to follow. She got up and they walked to a glass wall that ran the length of the great room and stood 10 feet high. There was a narrow deck beyond the glass, but the view Beth now could see beyond the deck was breathtaking. Before her stood a beautiful, picture-post-card expanse of the nocturnal Phoenix skyline with thousands of city lights winking in the distance. The lights from the airplanes on approach to Sky Harbor airport nine miles away looked like tiny jewels lined up on a giant necklace. She now understood why it seemed like such a climb up the driveway once they cleared the gate. Hank's house was almost at the peak of one of the mountains in Paradise Valley. "See that house on the mountain over there?" Hank pointed. Beth nodded. All she could see were some lights and a silhouetted jagged peak. "That's Mummy Mountain. That's Leona Helmsley's old place. Remember her? The Queen of Mean?" Hank laughed. "I'm not sure," she answered. Then added, "Oh, the hotel lady, right?" "Sure is. And see that place below and to the left?" "Uh huh." "That's where Stevie Nicks lives. I need not tell you who she is," Hank smiled. "Is she there right now? I mean, does she live there year 'round?" Beth looked hopeful. In fact, she was already forgetting some of the troubles that she carried through the door earlier. Hank responded lightheartedly, "I don't know. Lately, she doesn't clue me in on her travels. She could be anywhere now, I guess." His voice trailed off adding a touch of mystery and sadness to his statement. Beth was now smiling. "Oh Hank, bull. You don't know her...do you?" "Put it this way. I did know her. She and I used to be close friends back in the early nineties. I probably haven't seen her in, oh, a good six or seven years." Beth looked back at Hank. She was thinking that maybe it was possible. He was very handsome and about the same age as the former Fleetwood Mac singer-songwriter, about 50, she guessed. In fact, as she studied Hank, she recognized that this man was extraordinarily handsome. He still had a full head of dark hair, wonderful lines and facial structure that added a touch of ruggedness to his youthful-looking, athletic body. As she stood admiring him, Dougie interrupted. "Here we are. I hope you're thirsty Beth." He was carrying a tray with two large martini glasses, each filled to the rim. One of the drinks had two big green olives in it. He handed it to Beth. "My God, Doug. I can't drink something that size. How will I ever get home?" Doug smiled. "I drove you, remember?" Hank added, "There goes your excuse, Beth." Then he laughed and Doug joined him. "Come on, let's sit back down in the chair." Hank guided them back and set his drink on a nearby table while Beth chose to hold hers cupped between both hands. As she took her first sip, she spoke, "Umm. Not bad. It's nice and cool." "Yes, Dougie does a good job. He's an expert when it comes to mixing drinks, even though he goes a bit heavy on the vermouth sometimes." Beth took another sip of the drink between her hands and said, "I like it." Then she followed up with a third. About halfway into the large martini, Beth was starting to feel buzzed although this time it wasn't alarming her. She and Hank were carrying on with light chitchat and she was laughing louder and louder with each sip. She was very relaxed. In fact, so much so that she thought she was finally beginning to understand the elusive word's meaning. "Where's Dougie? Where'd Dougie go?" Beth giggled. "You didn't send him away did you?" Hank reached over and touched something on a remote control device. "Not at all." Within 30 seconds, Douglas made his presence in the great room. "Another round?" he asked cheerfully. Then he looked at Beth's glass and noticed that she did in fact need a refill. "No, come on in and sit down Dougie. Beth thinks I'm going to start taking advantage of her." Then he smiled and winked at her. Beth playfully slapped Hank on his thigh and said, "No, I don't!" She turned to Doug and spoke, "He's making that up." She took a last swallow of her drink and said, "He's being a perfect gentleman." They all laughed. Doug decided to enter the conversation. He was sipping a Diet Coke when he came into the room. "Beth, on the ride over, you spoke of a Heather out at Motorola. What's her last name?" Beth's happy continence suddenly changed to a frown. "What'd you bring her up for?" You know her?" Doug looked at Hank. Hank nodded then Doug spoke, "We might." "Smyth. Heather Smyth," Beth snapped, then changed her tack. "Hey, Dougie can I pretty please have one more of your wonderful martinis? I'd just as soon forget Heather for now." Hank quickly grasped that Beth and their Heather knew each other and did in fact have some kind of fight today. "Is Heather the reason for your being upset tonight, Beth?" he asked. "Yes!" she answered. She acted like she going to pout. "What happened?" "Oh, we're being direct, aren't we?" "Maybe." "In that case, I want another one of Dougie's famous mar-tunis, I mean martinis." Beth's initial giggle turned into laughter when she realized she mispronounced 'martini'. Hank looked at Doug, then Doug vanished. He continued, "So, you and Heather..." "Fuck Heather," Beth announced boldly, then tipped her glass high against her lips confirming it was empty. Hank winced at the profanity only because it seemed to come out of nowhere. "Fuck Heather? My, my, Beth, what could've possibly happened today to make you say that?" Beth decided to cut right to the chase. Her 'mar-tuni' had provided the catalyst. "Heather smokes. I mean she just started, maybe a week or so ago. When I told her it was stupid, she got mad and left." "That's it? That's all that happened?" Hank was very interested Beth's encounter. "Well...maybe I called her stupid. Besides, why would someone just decide to start smoking? She's a runner, like me. I don't get it." "There's all kinds of reasons Beth. Did you ask her?" "Yes." "And what did she say?" Hank was very interested in her reply. "That she liked smoking in a group. That it relaxes her." "Well, that's true. Sometimes if you are edgy in a social situation, smoking, or just holding a cigarette, can make you feel more part of the group. That is if all or part of the group is smoking. Maybe she just wants to blend in," Hank said, knowing Heather's real reason. "For example, I enjoy a good cigar on occasion, especially if I'm in a social situation...you know, like the other night." Beth accepted a second martini from Doug as he slipped into the room almost invisibly. She took a big initial drink from it and added, "Yes, I know. Just like the other night. And I suppose Cynthia was smoking her Virginia Slims one after the other just to blend in too, huh?" Hank laughed. "No." He continued his chuckle, "No, I'm afraid she's got a nice, healthy addiction going." He smiled reflectively. They both paused and sipped their drinks. Beth had more than just a little buzz on. The room wasn't spinning yet but time was starting to compress and she'd pretty much given up her concern with the clock. She finally spoke, holding her drink close again with both hands. "To be honest Hank, I'm not mad at Heather. After considering the entire scene, I think I'm jealous. Isn't that stupid? I want to be like her. I want to be like my other friend, Pam. I want to be the one that can cut loose and party, to go clubbing and drinking and smoking when I feel like it. But I can't! I also want to be able to run and work out and be this healthy body that enjoys being around other healthy bodies. And I want to be able to work hard at my career. I want it all. I want the drive to do it all." In the midst of her obvious resentment, she was close to crying again. "You can Beth. You can. You just need to learn how to integrate the proper 'down time' for relaxing. And I can help you." "If this is what it's like to relax, then I want to do more of it!" she proudly proclaimed staring into her glass of clear liquid. Hank cheered her on. "Well, it's a bit more complicated than that, but that's the spirit!" "You know what I want right now?" "What?" Beth's next statement shocked him. "I want a cigarette." Then she made eye contact and continued. "To go with my martini." Hank calmed himself and answered, "You better be careful, Beth. I can actually make that happen you know...if you'd like." Beth showed him nothing but her gin-marinated confidence. "Then make it happen big boy. I'd love a cigarette right now." She punctuated it with a long sip from her drink. Hank was ecstatic. He couldn't believe how quickly things were progressing. He punched his remote control again and Doug dutifully appeared. "Dougie, Ms. Peterson would like a cigarette." Then he looked at Beth. "And what is your usual brand, madam?" he asked with mock formality knowing full well that this was probably her first. "Whatever Cindy-what's-her-name was smoking the other night. Virginia Slims. Yeah, that green pack." Hank motioned Doug closer. He whispered something Beth did not catch. "Get her a pack of the menthol lights - not the full flavor." Beth chimed in, "Hey, are you sending Dougie to the store just for me? Don't do that. I can try, err, I can smoke whatever." Doug answered, "Oh dear Beth, I won't be going to the store. It's all taken care of. I'll be back in less than a minute." Then he was gone. Hank watched Beth sip her second drink. She looked wonderfully radiant and sexy sitting slouched in the chair. He couldn't wait to see her smoke but thought he'd add one final escape for her if she wanted. "You know Beth, this is rather sudden. If you'd like to reconsider trying your..." She cut him off, "Please don't try to talk me out of this. I've been wanting to try smoking since I first saw my friend Pam do it in front of me at Chili's." "Okay. Good. Fabulous." He put his hand on her leg in a reassuring gesture. Doug soon appeared bearing a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol Lights and a gold lighter on a tray. Beth giggled at the formality of it all and innocently lifted the pack off the tray. Hank took the lighter. At first, Beth looked unfamiliar with how to open the pack but soon had little trouble tearing off the cellophane. She flipped the box lid back and just stared at the light green foil covering the cigarettes. Hank could see that she might have some difficulty so he gently took the pack from her hands, lifted the foil off and extracted one of the long, white cigarettes. At first he was going to place it between her lips but then decided to let her do it. Beth took the cigarette and very naturally placed it between the fingers in her left hand. She held it for a moment and looked at it. She waved it around and smiled. Then, very decisively, she placed it between her lovely, full lips and told Hank, "Light me, sweetie." Somehow, it seemed to Beth the right thing to say. Hank gladly complied. He clicked the elegant gold lighter and a small flame appeared. Beth held one side of her hair back as she caught the flame with her long cigarette and sucked as she would on a straw. Hank noted that she did not inhale any of her first puff but nonetheless marveled at how easy she got the cigarette going. After Beth had the freshly lit cylinder at her side and made sure there was no more smoke left in her mouth, she took a sip of her martini. There was a mutual unspoken understanding that this was Beth's first cigarette (which it was) so Hank decided to offer a little help. "Now Beth, before you proceed, I should tell you a little bit about..." Hank's words ended when he saw Beth confidently raise her cigarette to her lips a second time and begin a puff. She held on to it with her fingers while it was in her mouth but this time, when she removed it, she opened wide (just like she'd seen Pam and Deb do) and breathed in. Hank was waiting for a coughing fit, a gasping for air, or any telltale sign that inhaling cigarette smoke did not agree with her young, athletic female body. What he saw surprised him. As easily as Beth inhaled (not very deeply), she kept her mouth partially open and just naturally exhaled. It looked mildly beginner-ish but still, an impressive stream of smoke left Beth's body rather than a single cloud, as a non-inhaling neophyte would do. "Not bad, Beth." Hank wanted to continue talking but she quickly followed with a second puff. It pretty much mirrored her previous effort with the exception of her exhale. The stream of smoke from her mouth lasted a few moments longer. Beth returned her cigarette to her side, took a cleansing sip from her drink and asked, "How'm I doing?" Hank grinned. "I was going to ask you the same thing." "Well, not bad actually. The room is spinning but I can't tell if it's from my two martinis or this." She held the cigarette up to look at it. It needed to be de-ashed so she flicked it in the ashtray a few times then raised it back to her lips. Hank couldn't believe it. He watched as she inhaled puff number three. This time her cute, firm body protested ever so slightly. Beth had her mouth open and just finished sucking all the smoke into her lungs. As she started to let it out (keeping her mouth open in the same position), she hesitated like something had caught inside her. All of a sudden her chest felt heavy and she breathed in again, sending the smoke into the deepest recesses of her lungs. Her eyes grew large like a panicked drowning victim. Hank thought she was either going to pass out or start coughing wildly. But thanks to her large lung capacity from years of conditioning, Beth was able to quickly reverse the smoke and clear her lungs in one long exhale. A look of calm spread across her face when she too realized that there was not going to be any choking or coughing spasms. "Are you okay?" Hank asked. Beth thought for a moment. "Yeah, I think so. I almost lost it there, huh?" Then, to show she still had confidence, she said, "This is easy. What's the big deal?" Knowingly, Hank said, "Just wait a second." "What?" Then, very slowly Beth started to understand Hank's statement. "Oh, God. What's going on? I feel, oh God, I feel woozy and...and euphoric at the same time. What is that?" "It's the magic," Hank smiled. Beth returned with a laugh. "Magic? As in what...the drug?" "Yes. The magic drug nicotine. At first it may nauseate you until you get used to it. But that's only temporary. As you smoke more, the magic is revealed. That giddy, excited feeling you get each time you sit down to enjoy a cigarette - the energy, the euphoria as you described it, and the wonderful boost are all part of the process. They were sitting very close in the big chair. Hank had moved closer after lighting her cigarette. Now, Beth was looking into his eyes as he spoke, barely paying attention to his words. The combination of her drinking and smoking and being in this handsome man's company was making her want him closer still. When Hank finished talking, she leaned up to his face. Very naturally their lips met as they shared a brief but passionate kiss. When they finished, they followed up with another. Then Hank spoke, "Beth, let me help you. I know why you came here tonight." His face was only inches from hers. "Okay, why'd I come here, Mr. Smarty Pants?" Beth said playfully. She barely understood why she came. She also thought she wanted another puff on her cigarette. "For help, as a friend would expect. You know all those things you talked about? About wanting it all? I can help you balance your life so that will be possible." She kissed him again slowly. As their lips parted, she asked, "How?" "By teaching you things." They shared another brief kiss. "What things?" Beth thought she knew where the conversation was going. She finally took the puff she'd been waiting for. Hank wanted to finish his idea, his concept, but was quickly being pulled off track by this beautiful woman's touch and her wonderful kisses. As he watched Beth inhale her fourth puff only inches from his face, he couldn't resist doing something he hadn't done in many years. He moved his lips to meet Beth's as her smoke rested in her lungs. Then, without words or coaxing, Beth opened her lips along with Hank and he took her entire sweet exhale into his own lungs before sealing it with a kiss. It tasted heavenly, it felt heavenly. Hank was groping for words. "Beth, I, uh, are you okay?" His head was swimming. "I want to do that again," was all she said. She handed Hank her cigarette wanting him to initiate this time. He eagerly complied and took a long drag and inhaled as Beth readied her mouth. Hank could tell there was a lot more smoke that was going to be passed this time. Beth eagerly sucked it down and when they ended their exchange with a kiss, Hank could see Beth smiling and exhaling through her nose. "Whoa, I think I'm done. I'm getting woozy again." Beth's smile remained however. Hank reached over to the ashtray and put out the Virginia Slim. "You did great! You sure that was your first cigarette?" "Yes. Couldn't you tell? I sure could. Right now I'm floating." Hank was so impressed and so horny at the same time, he couldn't resist asking, "May I have another kiss?" "Certainly." Their lips met once again for a very long time. They briefly touched tongues before ending it altogether. Hank sat unbelieving of all that had happened tonight yet he knew it must end soon. He needed to ask Beth one more time and get her commitment. "Beth, I can teach you this lifestyle. You can have the balance you are seeking if you just give me a chance." Beth now thought she fully understood Hank's offer. This was his shy, indirect way of asking if she would consider dating him. In her inebriated state, she thought his was a cute if not slightly unorthodox manner. "Okay. When do we start the lessons?" she asked, thinking she was playing along with his game. Hank was elated. "First thing Saturday. Will you remember to be here by 10 on Saturday morning? Dougie can bring you." "Sure thing, Mr. Hank Graham. Whatever you say," Beth sniggered. They got up to walk towards the vast saltillo-tiled foyer and kissed goodbye outside the tall double doors on the porch. Beth needed some assistance from Doug to get to his idling car and they walked arm in arm until he ensured that she was safely in the passenger seat. Then Doug walked back over to Hank. "Did she agree?" Doug asked excitedly. "I think so." Hank appeared a bit elusive. "What do you mean, 'I think so'? Did she or didn't she?" "Yes, yes. She agreed. I just think that she believes I was propositioning her. She doesn't fully know the extent of our plan, the lessons and our...our bet." "Well, she should never know about our bet silly." Doug sounded cute but reprimanding. "Of course not." "When do we start?" Doug was sounding very eager. "Saturday at 10. Make sure she's here. And I'll make sure the uh, 'other party' is here." "Roger skipper," Doug kidded. "I better get her home. She's got to go to work tomorrow and I don't think she's going to be feeling quite up to it." He grinned at Hank. "Good night, Dougie. And thanks...thanks for everything." Doug gave Hank a serious look then nodded to him. Soon, he was in his car with his sleeping passenger racing back to McCormack Ranch Village. |
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