Smoke And Mirrors, Part 18

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Smoke & Mirrors
Part 18: The Hook Is Pushed Deeper

Suzanne entered the apartment, dropping her bag by the door.

"So how did it go with your mother?" Jill said meekly, recognizing that she
had deliberately started the conflict.

"Well, we had a big fight about my smoking." Suzanne said with an exasperated
tone.

"How the hell did she know you were smoking?" Jill asked cautiously.

"She figured it out. I guess. She put two and two together. Between hearing
you on the phone and my voice being a bit raspy when I talked to her, she
didn't have to be a brain surgeon to figure it out. I guess I shouldn't have
smoked just before I called her," Suzanne said as she smiled proudly.

Jill smiled. "Sorry about that." Jill said ingenuously.

"No, actually I'm glad that it's finally out in the open. I told her that it
was no big deal." Suzanne said proudly.

"What did she say? Jill said quizzically.

"She forbids me to smoke." Suzanne said matter of factly. Jill looked
worried. "What did you say?"

"I lit up a cigarette, right there on the phone while I was talking to her."
Suzanne said smiling.

"You didn't?" Jill said laughing out loud.

"She was livid. Yes, smoked like a fiend while talking to her. I told her it
was my business and that I was going to continue no matter what she said. She
accused you of getting me started. I came to your defense. I said it was my
choice. Which it was. You helped a bit." she said smiling, "But it was my
choice after all wasn't it?"

"Yes, I guess it was." Jill said carefully.

"I told her I didn't smoke that much and that if she continued to bug me
about it, that I was just going to smoke until I got totally hooked." Jill
smiled.

"In fact-" she said, pausing as she got out of her chair and went to the
door, "I bought these." A large grin came across Jill's face as Suzanne
removed the carton from its bag.

"Wow! A whole carton! "

"Well yesterday, I must have smoked; I still can't believe it, nearly two
packs. These should last me a while. Anyway, it's cheaper this way. Isn't
it?" Suzanne asked, looking for affirmation.

"Yes, it's less expensive." Jill said, trying to play down Suzanne's
realization.

"Plus my mother is paying for these anyway. I put them on her credit card,"
Suzanne said smiling evilly.

"Oh, Suzanne, you're bad-soooo bad. That must have taken a lot of nerve,"
Jill said in amazement. Suzanne shrugged indifferently.

Changing the subject, Jill said "Last night it looked like you and Phil were
having so much fun. The way he idolized you every time you let him light your
cigarette. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. Did you notice that,
Suzanne? "

"Oh, yes, it's just like you said. He likes that I smoke, I'm sure of that."
Suzanne grinned.

Jill paused. "I'm so proud of you. It took a lot of courage to stand up to
your mother like that. I'm guessing you like smoking now?"

"Last night was the turning point. I thoroughly enjoyed each cigarette, and
there were many to enjoy. Those VS are so smooth and taste so good. In fact,
I think I need a cigarette right now. What do you think? Care to join me?"
Suzanne said proudly.

"Oh-. yes-I could use one too. It's been one hell of a day." Jill smiled
again as Suzanne reached into her purse.

Jill watched, as Suzanne deliberately lit up. Gone were any signs of
inexperience. The drag was long and deep. The hold was even longer. The
exhale was thick and voluminous. Jill knew at that moment that Suzanne had
just passed another class. Sitting there on the table was her carton of
cigarettes. There was no doubt in Jill's mind. Suzanne was now smoking like
she had done it all her life. It had only taken a week. She had not lost her
touch. She wondered how her smoking would progress over the months to come.
But of course she knew.

Suzanne would still have to prove herself as a real smoker before Jill would
grant her a smoking diploma. She would have to become an advocate of smoking.
That would be her final test. Then she would graduate.

The girls continued to smoke, as Suzanne shared the details of the loss of
her virginity. Another round of cigarettes were consumed as Suzanne shared
every detail. How she had smoked seductively for Phil and how Phil had
reacted. Jill held back, but finally let go and had to say, "I told you so."

As the day continued, and with her cigarettes available and a good supply on
hand, Suzanne smoked intermittently throughout the day. It became nearly
automatic, as her body kept asking her to have another cigarette. She had
felt that gnawing feeling come back, over and over again. She rewarded her
body. By lunchtime, she opened her carton, rather excitedly. All those packs
so neatly arranged all in a row. They looked so inviting, so pretty, she
thought.

As she opened the first pack from the carton, Suzanne realized that if she
continued to smoke at this pace, her mother's remark about getting totally
addicted might come true. If it happened, she wouldn't admit it to Jill.
After all this had been her choice hadn't it. How could she blame Jill?

As the evening ended, Jill and Suzanne got together for their traditional
before bed cigarette. Jill casually remarked to Suzanne, that she seemed to
be smoking a bit more than usual. Suzanne became slightly agitated. "Well, if
that bitch thinks she`s going to tell me what I can do, she has another thing
coming. I'll show her." She took an extra long draw on her cigarette allowing
all the smoke to slowly escape from her mouth. "After all, I don't smoke that
much," she said sarcastically taking another long drag on her cigarette.
"We're indestructible. Aren't we?" Suzanne said as she laughed out loud, with
smoke escaping out of both her nose and mouth.

As she crushed out her cigarette Suzanne surprisingly said "How about another
cigarette, before we go to bed."

Jill smiled. "Yeah that would be great,"  as Jill watched her young friend
light up, with another deep and long inhale. Any fears or concerns of health
risks were now well in the past Jill watched as Suzanne smoked her second
cigarette with the same intensity as her first.

Jill thought this was a good time, to bring up Suzanne's promise. "So, do you
think you'll quit on Thanksgiving, like you said?"

Suzanne smirked. "Who said I was quitting on Thanksgiving. I never said
that?"

Jill smiled in silence.

As Suzanne reached the end of her cigarette, she drew heavily on the last
drag realizing that this would be her last one of the night. She held the
drag in for five seconds, before pursing her lips and letting go another long
cone shaped exhale. It was so satisfying Suzanne thought to herself, as she
carefully crushed out the cigarette. If only her mother could see her now.

As Suzanne lay in her bed, her thoughts returned to her cigarettes. I can't
wait for my first cigarette tomorrow morning with my coffee. There was no
turning back now. She liked smoking. She now had her own supply. Oh well, she
thought, at least I won't run out, as her eyes fell upon the carton holding
the remaining nine packs of her long white cigarettes. Tomorrow would be her
first day as a real smoker. She would make sure to take her cigarettes with
her and smoke whenever she pleased.

From this day on, there would no longer be a battle of wills. The omnipotent
"Saint Nicotine" had been triumphant. Suzanne had now become a loyal subject
of the kingdom. She had surrendered.

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