Sisterhood Of The Smoker Babes, Part 16

Writers Note---Those that enjoy a good science fiction story know that they
need to suspend their beliefs of the real world and allow for the possibility
of things that are out of the ordinary. You will need to do that when you
read this story. With that being said, while the science fiction stuff is
mostly a product of my imagination, many of the smoking scenes are in fact
based on real encounters and sightings that I've experienced throughout
my life. Some have been modified to fit the context of the story but others
remain mostly intact as they actually occurred. Lastly, when reading this I
suggest that you pay attention to the timeline as it is critical to how
you'll draw your conclusions over the story's ending. My email address is
hotelcalifornia14@hotmail.com if you wish to discuss or comment on the story.
I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it.


          SISTERHOOD OF THE SMOKER BABES-THE SMOKING WAR CHRONICLES

CHAPTER 16 - June 9, 2011 - First mission together
    Erin took to the twenty-first century extremely well. As you progress
through life over a thirty year period, you don't really realize all the
changes that take place. As you live through them, the changes are gradual
and most you don't even notice, but if you jump over thirty years in one day,
the changes are monumental. The world of 2011 was a lot different than the
world Erin left behind in 1979. 

    Things like the internet, cable TVi, and cell phones that are a staple in
most of our lives today weren't even on the radar screen when Erin and I
graduated in 1979. Simple everyday gadgets like microwaves, DVD players,
central air conditioning, and mp3 players weren't around either. 

    Some people may have been overwhelmed by all of this, but not Erin. She
had a voracious curiosity about all of these things. She was fascinated by
the modern day computer, which had come a long way from the primitive ones at
our old high school that were DOS based and featured green block lettering on
the monitors. 

    "This is so cool!" she excitedly exclaimed as she clicked from internet
site to internet site with a cigarette dangling from her mouth. 

    Out of all the advances over the last thirty years however, one amazed
Erin more than any of the others combined. Digital music players. When I
showed her my IPod and told her it contained about 1500 songs a puzzled look
crossed her face. "Ok, I know I've just traveled through time which is
strange enough but now you're telling me this little thing has over a
thousand songs on it?" she said this with a wry smile as she was finishing
off a creamy exhale. I went over and kissed her, tasting her smoky breath.
She gave me a look and we headed to the bedroom. 

    "I have a confession to make," she said, shortly after we finished our
love making and were just laying in bed smoking. 

    "What's up?"

    "Remember that first day when I came out of school and saw you smoking?"
she asked and I said I did. "Well, I really was shocked. I mean I knew who
you were but I didn't really know you, but I had an image of who you were and
stuff.  Anyway, it wasn't like I wasn't attracted to smokers before, it
didn't matter to me one way or another. But when I saw you smoking I
instantly wanted to jump your bones." 

    "Oh, so you were treating me as a sex object then, right?" 

    "Shut up," she said, whacking my arm and grinning. 

    

    Our vacation over, we arrived at RJT and were greeted by Cameron, Decker
and David Moss, who was now handling Cray's administrative duties. Cameron
and Erin sat down for a coffee and a smoke together while I spoke to Decker
about some of the latest research the company was doing. Decker got a phone
call and had to excuse himself. For about the tenth time over the last week,
I thought about the girl who was the object of our upcoming mission. 

    She was different than every one of my other missions. The girls from my
other missions were all girls that I'd met in some encounter and in these
encounters they'd rocked my world with their smoking. This girl did as well,
but there was one difference. In whatever the situation was that I came upon
these girls, I almost expected that they'd be smokers. Either their look,
their background, or perhaps their lifestyle gave it away.  When I saw them
lighting up, or appearing somewhere in my life with a cigarette dangling from
their fingers, they were just confirming what I already knew intuitively. But
not this girl. 

    I encountered her in July of 2009, almost two years before I knew of
RJT's existence and it's plans to create a worldwide smoking addiction. I was
attending the graduation party of my brother's niece with my mom, my brother
and sister-in-law Chrissy, and their two kids. I'd been at Chrissy's brother
Dan's house many times and gotten to know the family well so it was natural
for me to be there. I need to be clear about one thing here. I'd been to many
family functions with subsets of the people who were at this party. They were
always a good time but never at any of the parties did I experience any kind
of a major smoking sighting. I was not at all expecting anything on this day. 

    It was a hot summer day when I arrived. Dan lived in a large house in the
suburbs and had a spacious yard. Music was blaring over the stereo system
which was set up near some large tents on the lawn. I caught up with some
people I hadn't seen in awhile and spotted Dan and we started talking about
the recent struggles of the Red Sox in their annual battles of supremacy with
their arch rival, the New York Yankees. I had just mentioned something about
the Sox recent trade of underperforming shortstop Julio Lugo when a female
voice behind me said, "They traded Lugo! When did that happen?"

    I turned around and recognized a girl who was Chrissy's niece's best
friend.  The two girls had stayed with us one night a year earlier when we
rented a beach house for a week. The girl joined our conversation for a few
minutes and I was actually impressed with her knowledge of the players and
baseball in general. The conversation lasted a few minutes and then I decided
to mingle. 

    As I walked into the back yard I heard someone behind me. "Hey Mike," a
voice said. I turned around. "I was hoping you were going to be here!" she
said, smiling and gave me a hug. 

    "Alyssa, hey, congratulations!" I said to the girl of honor and gave her
graduation gift to her. 

    I talked to her for a bit, mostly about her college plans and about
music.  We shared a love for some 90's bands like the Gin Blossoms and Toad
the Wet Sprocket. She mentioned that she was going to see Bon Jovi in a
couple of weeks and how excited she was. 

    "He puts on an awesome show," I said as we parted ways. I grabbed a drink
out of the cooler and decided to head to the front of the house, over by the
garage, to have a cigarette. I knew from previous parties at Dan's house that
this was the unofficial designated smoking area. As I turned the corner of
the house into the front yard however I got the shock of my life. 

    I felt the blood rushing to my head. For a split second I thought my
eyes, or brain was playing tricks on me. But they weren't. What I was seeing
was completely real! Standing there in front of the garage and taking a very
long exquisite drag from a cork tipped cigarette was Alyssa's best friend
Katie Beckett! 

    I was truly stunned. One of the things I've always prided myself on is
that I can spot a girl smoker a million miles away. I usually never miss.
But I had missed this one entirely. I'd met her a few times before and from
the few times I'd met her, I'd concluded that Katie was a nice, clean cut
kid. I knew she was an athlete; a good one in fact. Her name was always in
the paper for basketball and I'd noticed she'd gotten some scholor-athlete
award recently. Yet, there she was, doing a double pump in the visible
presence of at least fifty adults and didn't seem to have a care in the world
as to what anyone might think. 

    Normally in this situation I go into fetish overdrive and find a way to
extract information from a girl. I'm usually able to charm such details like
how long they've been smoking and how much they smoke. But I was completely
tongue tied. I did make small talk with her; I believe more stuff about the
Red Sox, but none of the usual smoking dirt details that I'm usually able to
extract. 

    It didn't stop with that one cigarette, either. Over the course of three
hours I'd see this girl smoking on at least six or seven more occasions. It
almost seemed like she was flaunting her habit in front of a yard full of
adults, some of who were in their sixties and seventies. What truly amazed me
is that none of these adults said anything, at least outwardly, to Katie. As
the day went on I realized that Katie Beckett and public smoking was about as
natural as the sun rising in the morning! 

    It happened that I ended up behind Katie in the food line under one of
the tents. Her clothes were wreaking of smoke. I took my food and sat with my
immediate family. Katie, on the other hand, sat on the front steps and lit up
a cigarette and alternately smoked it while eating a meatball grinder she'd
fixed for herself. The contrast of this multiple all-state athlete smoking
while eating a meatball sandwich was playing havoc with my head. 

    My mom and I happened to be leaving the party at the same time Katie was.
As we were getting into our car I snuck one more look as Katie was getting
into her Chevy Cobalt. She was in mid-dangle as she searched her pocket and
pulled out her keys. As we pulled out of the driveway, Katie waved to us and
pulled off.  

    "That girl really smokes a loti, doesn't she?" my mom said. 

    I immediately found a way to change the subject, not at all wanting to
get into a discussion about Katie and her incessant smoking habit with my
mom, of all people. 

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