Smoke And Mirrors, Part 17

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Smoke & Mirrors
Part 17: An Act of Rebellion:

Suzanne was still very upset after the argument. Her mother had her nerve she
thought. Why was she always so judgmental? Couldn't she just accept Suzanne's
choices without being critical? Her smoking had now become a symbol of
independence. Her mother was not going to control her life. She would show
her. She was going to smoke, screw her! Every cigarette would affirm her
independence. She would smoke a lot. The more the better. Temple of God? Yeah
sure- she thought sarcastically. After all it did feel like heaven when she
was smoking.

While Phil made some coffee, she went to the bathroom, to freshen up. Not
wanting to be embarrassed, she decided not to share her telephone
conversation with Phil. She changed back into her clothes again admiring her
new look one more time in the mirror.

The coffee was good, as she enjoyed another cigarette, her 3rd in the last
hour. Her chest still hurt a bit from the previous nights over indulgence.
She again cleared her throat. She felt totally fulfilled and satisfied. Phil
and Suzanne recounted their previous night's tryst. It had been a night to
remember.

After Phil had changed into his jeans and a bulky knitted sweater, they
headed out for the trip home. As they neared her home, she motioned to Phil
that he should pull the car into the upcoming convenience store parking lot.
This was the same store where she had bought her cigarettes just the day
before.

She asked Phil to wait in the car, not wanting to share her moment of
independence. She entered the store with confidence. She realized that the
nervousness she had experienced the day before was now a thing of the past.
She strode directly to the rack where the cartons of cigarettes were located.
Without pausing, she reached into the shelving unit, and drew out a carton of
the VS120's menthols. Everyone had seen her smoking that brand last night. No
one had paid much attention to her longer cigarettes, except for Phil of
course. She liked their creamy taste. She jokingly thought, and I'll be
getting more for my money.

Her mother's words were vivid in her mind. "Well, I forbid you to smoke. You
are not to smoke anymore. Do you understand?"

"Yeah I understand," she said to herself, smiling.

She lay down the credit card her parents had given her, and smiled. She knew
the credit card statements were mailed directly to her home for payment. Her
mother would be buying her cigarettes. It was perfectly evil she thought. The
clerk unceremoniously placed her treasure into the plastic bag.

As she walked towards the car, Phil's eyes strained to see what was in the
partially opaque bag. He knew immediately, that Suzanne had just bought a
carton of cigarettes. God, that's great, he thought, as his mind recounted
the number of cigarettes that Suzanne had smoked the night before. She had
smoked aggressively, taking deep, cheek-hollowing pulls. She was no longer a
beginner. Beginners didn't buy cigarettes by the carton, he smiled. He
adjusted his tight jeans, making room for his erect penis. This was better
than he had ever hoped. He knew that there would be many evenings of smoky
sex ahead. She would continue to smoke. He knew that she would finish the
carton in record time. He had seen how fiercely she had smoked this morning.
With the cigarettes always available, she would soon be up to a pack a day.
He knew when the carton was done, that even if Suzanne changed her mind about
smoking she would not be able to stop. Jill had been a good teacher. She was
smoking now to get the nicotine that her body yearned. It was no longer a
social thing.

She had turned the corner last night, and there would be no going back.

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