The Girls of Lakewood, Part 2

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Here's part 2...

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Chapter 2: Sanctuary


The girls headed out the back door and Sara whispered to Kim, "I got one.
Let's go into the woods and try it, OK?" Kim giggled in delight and nodded
enthusiastically. The girls made it to their hiding place that they normally
used when they played hide-and-seek, and sat down on a couple of old
overturned plastic milk crates they had found months ago. Sara reached into
her backpack and retrieved the cigarette and the matches. "I have to light
this for us," Sara said. "I've never done that before but it shouldn't be
too hard." She held the cigarette between her fingers they way she always
did and awkwardly fumbled with the matchbook. Eventually she was able to
strike one to light and held the flame to the end of the cigarette at arm's
length. A faint wisp of smoke appeared for a second before a gust of wind
blew out the match. Sara looked at the cigarette. It wasn't lit. She tried a
second time with the same result. Kim offered her advice.

"I think you have to suck on it while you hold it to the fire," Kim
suggested. "That's what I see mom do, anyway. Try that."

Sara thought for a second, and concluded that Kim's advice was sound. She
placed the cigarette between her lips the way she had seen her folks do for
years, feeling somewhat superior as she thought about how she must look to
her friend, and struck another match. Quickly, she raised it to the end of
the cigarette and started sucking. A cool blast invaded her mouth as she
knew she had finally achieved success. Shaking out the match quickly, she
withdrew the cigarette with her other hand and blew out a small puff of
smoke. She smiled at Kim's intent, almost awe-struck stare, looking at the
end of the cigarette before placing it back to her lips and taking another
puff which she quickly blew out.

Kim stared at her friend, focusing on the cigarette Sara held between her
fingers. It looked enormously long and thick in her small hand compared to
how they appeared when her mother smoked. The smoke drifted towards her and
the smell was somehow more pungent than when she smelled her mom's
cigarettes. Her heart beat nervously as she looked around and listened for
noises that indicated they might be discovered, but they were well-hidden
and would not be disturbed. Finally Sara said, "Here, let me show you how to
smoke. Hold it between your fingers, like this," she demonstrated before
offering it to Kim. 

Kim accepted the cigarette gingerly and was immediately struck by how smooth
it felt, and how lightweight it actually was. She had never touched one
before this and so everything about it seemed new and different. Kim stared
at the smoke trailing off the end in disbelief that she was actually doing
this as her heart continued to pound. Sara continued, "OK, just suck on the
end a little, not too much, and when it starts to taste cool, blow it out." 

A nervous giggle escaped from Kim before she began to follow Sara's
instruction. She tentatively placed the cigarette to her lips and began a
small puff. She was instantly struck by the bitter, mentholated taste but
continued for another second or so before deciding she had enough. She
pulled the Salem away from her mouth and immediately blew out a puff of
smoke as she had seen her friend do earlier.

"So, what do you think?", Sara asked as she smiled at Kim's reaction. 

"It tastes yucky! I don't like it," Kim answered as she made a face while
smacking her tongue inside her mouth to try to eliminate the lingering
taste. "Here, take it."

Sara accepted the cigarette back from Kim and took another puff. Blowing it
out, she replied to Kim's comment. "I like how it tastes. I think you just
need to get used to it. I know I thought it was gross at first too. Maybe
you should try it again," she suggested, tapping the ash from the end before
offering it back to her friend.

Kim hesitated, unsure about whether she should just cut her losses now. But
she didn't want to seem like she was chicken, she thought, and Sara didn't
seem to mind it all that much. If Sara could do it, she could too, she
concluded, and took the cigarette from her friend. She took another puff and
it seemed slightly less unpleasant this time as she blew it out, other than
that her mouth still tasted strange. She offered it back to Sara.

"How was that? Better?", Sara asked as she took another short puff. 

"A little. It looks better than it tastes, I guess. You look really cool
when you smoke, Sara," Kim offered.

"Thanks! So do you," Sara responded with a grin as Kim smiled.

"Really? Do you think so?"

"Oh, yeah, it looks awesome! I hope I look as good when I smoke as you do
when you do it."

"Let me try another one, OK?", Kim pleaded, and Sara returned the cigarette
to her hand.

Kim puffed once more, blowing it out right away, and this time held it in
her hand for a while. The taste was still strange but no longer so
unpleasant, although her stomach started to feel a little strange. She tried
tapping the ash off the end as Sara had earlier and succeeded before she
took another puff. "That's enough. Want the rest?", Kim asked, and Sara
nodded in the affirmative as she accepted the remains.

Kim watched Sara take a few more puffs before dropping it to the ground and
crushing it out with her shoe. She dug a small hole in the earth with her
toe and buried the butt so it would never be detected. Sara looked good
smoking, Kim thought, but she didn't do it the way her mom did. But she
didn't say anything about that at the moment, instead taking a couple of
large gulps of her Pepsi to try and wash away the taste. Sara did the same
before asking her, "Whaddaya think? Cool, huh?"

Kim smiled before answering, "Sort of, I guess. I don't know... I think I
need to try it a few more times before I decide."

"Are you going to, do you think?", Sara asked eagerly. Kim knew that Sara
wanted her to join her in smoking, and in truth she sort of liked it, though
she didn't want to tell Sara that just yet. 

"I might. Depends on whether I can figure out a way to do it without getting
caught. C'mon, let's go. Thanks for letting me try that, Sara," Kim said
with a smile, standing up.  

Eventually Sara made her way home and Kim spent much of the evening thinking
about what they had done together that afternoon. She definitely wanted to
try it again and started to formulate a plan over the next few days. Sara,
meanwhile, continued to tell her just about every day how she had managed to
steal several puffs from her folks' cigarettes the previous day and kept
asking her friend whether she had done it again herself. Kim just nodded her
head "no" each time but knew that one of these days she would have a
surprise waiting for Sara.

One afternoon after Sara had made her way home, Kim and Linda were sitting
in the family room as Kim watched cartoons on TV. Linda had just started
musing aloud about what to prepare for supper when the telephone rang. After
a short conversation, Linda hung up and arose from the chair. "Well, that
solves that problem. Margie Harris just called to say that they had dinner
guests cancel out on them at the last minute and she wanted to know if we
could use a spare casserole. It's that chicken and mushroom one that you
liked when we were over there last month, remember? I'm going to pick it up
right now. Want to come along?", Linda asked as she headed for the closet by
the door and put on a jacket. Kim's glance fell on the pack of Salems on the
table beside her. Her mom wasn't bothering to take them with her, and she
knew that this was the chance she had been waiting for.

"Is it OK if I stay here? I'd like to watch the rest of this show," Kim
answered, anticipating her opportunity.

"Oh, I guess so. I'll only be 5 or 10 minutes," Linda said, heading for the
door. "Be good, OK honey? I'll be back in a few minutes."

"I will, mom," Kim answered as Linda stepped outside, glad that her mom
couldn't see the slight blush on her face. She knew that what she was about
to do couldn't possibly be considered good by any standards. She got up and
looked out the window to confirm that her mom was heading down the street.
She then began to dart around the house and put her plan into action. First,
a quick run downstairs to the basement shelf where Linda kept empty jars for
reuse. She selected an empty plastic peanut butter jar since it was about
the size she needed and she figured it wouldn't be so easily broken. Bolting
back upstairs, she opened the utility drawer in the kitchen where all of the
assorted junk gathered and soon found what she had scouted out a few days
before, one of her mom's half-used Bic lighters. She opened the jar and put
it inside. Then she ran into the family room and picked up her mom's pack of
cigarettes. It was nearly new, just as she had hoped. She took one out and
dropped it in the jar, then a second. Kim hesitated for a few seconds,
before deciding to take a little more of a chance and withdrawing a third
cigarette and placing it inside the jar. Replacing the pack on the table,
she screwed the jar's lid tightly shut and headed for the backyard.

Kim made a beeline for her sanctuary back in the trees. Once she got there,
she found a broken tree branch on the ground and used it to scoop out a
small hole in the pine straw and soft earth. She carefully placed the jar
inside the hole and covered it with leaves and tree needles. Satisfied with
her camoflauge, she ran back inside the house. A few minutes later Linda
reappeared, casserole in hand, and by now Kim had caught her breath and was
able to act like nothing had happened.

"This looks really good," Linda observed, placing the dish on the counter.
Taking off her jacket, she made her way into the family room where Kim sat
on the sofa. "Anyone call?", she asked, flopping into a chair before
immediately reaching for her Salems.

Kim's heart began to beat nervously as she watched her mom carefully to see
if she would notice the missing cigarettes. "No, no one," Kim answered as
Linda slid one of the long white cigarettes from her pack and placed it back
on the table before reaching for her lighter. Kim started to relax. She
hadn't noticed! She watched her mom flick the lighter and pull on the
cigarette. She decided she had better watch her mom's technique closely,
because she would need all the help she could get for later. 

Linda puffed out a little smoke from the corners of her mouth before
slipping into her customary double-pump. Kim watched in awe as her mom made
the cigarette glow bright first once, then a second time, as nearly a
half-inch of the end transformed itself into ash. She observed her mom
breathe in deeply after the second puff and wondered what it must feel like.
Finally, she admired the way Linda exhaled a long stream of smoke halfway
towards the TV set, almost casually. "That's what Sara didn't show me how to
do," she thought. "But it looks so neat... that's what I really want to try
for myself."

Kim planned her attempt carefully, and that evening after supper there was
still an hour or more of daylight remaining. It was a pleasant evening and
she decided this was going to be the night she tried out her experiment.
Making excuses that she was going to go outside and play for a while, Linda
wished her off with her usual caution about being careful and she went into
the backyard. After a few minutes she casually went into the woods behind
her house to her hiding place. It was peaceful and quiet there as she
retrieved the jar from its hole.

Unscrewing the lid, she carefully retrieved one of her mom's Salems and the
lighter. She looked at the cigarette carefully. It looked so big and long
between her fingers, she wasn't sure what she would do if it was too much
for her, and she hesitated for a few moments, thinking about what she had
set herself up for. She tried working the lighter and was surprised to find
how easy it really was. Finally, she convinced herself to take the plunge.
Holding the cigarette gently to her lips, she flicked the lighter and
brought the flame to the end. She applied a little suction and instantly
felt the same cool sensation she had first tasted last week.

She blew out a small puff of smoke and replaced the lighter in the jar, then
returned the jar to its new home. Sitting back down on one of the plastic
crates, she studied the smoldering object between her fingers and was
suddenly aware of just how nervous she actually was. She was a little tense
about getting caught, but for some reason she didn't think that would be a
disaster. After all, what could her mom actually say? It wasn't like she was
doing something her mom didn't do herself all the time. No, she felt nervous
because she knew she was going to try something that even her friend Sara
hadn't done yet, and Sara had always been the one to try everything first.
What if it burned, or made her sick, or worse? Still, the image of her mom
somehow reassured her since Kim knew that if Linda liked to smoke she
probably would too, and that it wouldn't be that bad. 

Kim slowly moved the cigarette to her lips and tried another puff. Blowing
it out almost immediately she realized that the taste, while different,
wasn't all that bad anymore. She felt better, knowing that she had already
reached the same stage as her friend Sara. Now it was time to go a little
further, she decided. She knew from observing her mom pretty much what she
would need to do, and so with her heart beating nervously, she took another
puff, but this time didn't blow it out right away. After a second, she
opened her mouth slightly and drew in a breath.

The mentholated smoke quickly slid down her windpipe and slammed into her
lungs. Kim felt what almost seemed like a jolt rock her chest, yet after a
split second it was replaced by a cool, breathless sensation deep inside
her. She had never, ever, felt anything remotely like this before and was
suddenly scared of what she might have done. As she tried to blow it out,
she felt something grab at the back of her throat and she began to cough.
Smoke seemed to spew from every orifice as her nose and eyes watered, and
for a second she thought she might lose her dinner. Finally she was able to
compose herself and swallowed a couple of times to settle herself.

"Geez, how can mom DO that?", she whispered to herself, wiping her eyes and
nose. She looked reproachingly at the cigarette she held between her
fingers. It was still almost all there, and she wondered how she would ever
finish it. She sure didn't want to try that again, she figured. After
another minute or so, she seemed to settle down, and decided to try a puff
in her previous way. She blew it out right away and realized that she liked
that sensation, at least. "Well, OK," she thought, "I can at least finish
this one like that," and took another small puff. It started tasting good to
her and as she tapped the ash from the end she couldn't believe how grown-up
she felt to be holding a cigarette in her hand. She wished she could somehow
see herself, but knew that was impossible. She toyed with holding the
cigarette in various ways and tried to emulate the poses she had seen her
mom use over the years. She began to feel better, and thinking about her mom
and how she looked when she smoked made Kim decide that she had to try it
one more time.

She took a small puff and, nervously expecting the worst, opened her mouth
and inhaled again. She felt a similar sensation as before, but somehow this
time it was different. Her heart jumped as she realized what she had done.
Pursing her lips, she began her exhale and was surprised to see nothing at
all come out at first, followed by a stream that became more dense before
gradually diminishing. Not only that, but she didn't even feel like
coughing! The smoke stopped coming out and she took a deep breath. She had
done it! She broke into a big smile and began to giggle uncontrollably. She
felt as though someone had plugged her into an electrical line, as her body
seemed to tingle all over. She couldn't believe she had actually succeeded
in smoking, and felt a real sense of accomplishment and excitement.

Kim thought that this was maybe the most amazing thing she had ever felt,
and now she absolutely had to feel it once more. After a short period of
recuperation, she took another small puff and inhaled. Again she experienced
the exquisite sensation of having the cool smoke fill her lungs, but as she
exhaled she felt herself becoming a little dizzy. She remembered reading
once that this happened when people who weren't used to smoking got too
much, so she just sat quietly for a minute. By now the cigarette was almost
finished anyway, and she still felt a little shaky, so she decided to put it
out. She did as she had seen Sara do last week, and buried the butt under
some dirt with her sneaker. Kim just sat for a few minutes, as her heartbeat
started to return to normal and she gradually recovered from the effects of
her first real try at smoking. Finally, she covered up the jar and slowly
wandered out of the yard and down the street. After walking around for a few
more minutes in the rapidly-darkening evening, she decided to follow her
mom's rule about not being out after dark and headed home, her mind still
totally focused on what she had just done.

It rained the next day and Kim was unable to try another experimentation.
She worried that the water would somehow ruin all her efforts to enable her
to smoke, but the following day things were more pleasant and late that
afternoon while Linda prepared dinner, Kim was able to return to her
sanctuary. She retrieved the jar and aside from a little mud on the outside
it was fine and the contents were preserved. She decided to try another
cigarette and lit up again, this time a little more confidently. After a few
seconds she took a small puff and inhaled. A thrill zinged through her as
she again realized what she was doing, and she exhaled the smoke with no ill
effects as a smile appeared on her face. She took five more puffs, inhaling
each one, before starting to feel a little dizzy once more. She sat for a
few minutes and recovered enough to take one last quick puff before dropping
the cigarette to the ground and stamping it out as she blew out a long
stream. Covering her traces, she returned to the yard a few minutes later,
and was able to function just fine. She felt very satisfied and relaxed, and
could think of little else all evening but how much fun smoking had been and
how wonderful her mom must feel being able to smoke all the time.

Kim returned the following day and smoked the last of her 3 cigarettes. This
time she was able to finish the entire cigarette, and was able to
comfortably inhale every puff. She couldn't help but excitedly think while
she was smoking it that this was just too cool. She had always thought of
herself as a good girl, and this was one of the rare times when she did
something that she knew her folks definitely wouldn't approve of, and the
thought caused her a naughty thrill. As she puffed, she began trying to
emulate her mom's style and began to practice ways to hold the cigarette and
take puffs in a grown-up way. While she felt slightly light-headed
afterwards, she liked the feeling she felt when she smoked and particularly
the amazing sensations she experienced every time she pulled the smoke into
her lungs. A shiver ran up her back as she thought about what she had just
accomplished. This was pretty good, she thought, and felt disappointed that
the jar was empty. Kim was very impressed with herself and could hardly wait
to demonstrate her new skill to Sara. She thought for a moment about how she
could get a new supply, and decided it was worth the risk of getting caught. 

As it turned out, the chance came almost right away and Kim found it
surprisingly easy to obtain a new supply of cigarettes. For some reason,
Linda had two packs open that day, and Kim was able to help herself to two
Salems from each of them at different times over the next hour. She stashed
them temporarily in her room until she had a chance to put them in her
cache, which she succeeded in doing after dinner. She was tempted to smoke
another after dinner when she was hiding the cigarettes in the woods, but
decided to save them for later. She spent the rest of the evening thinking
about what would happen tomorrow, Friday, when she would reveal her surprise
to Sara.

**

End of Part 2

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