Lisa's Story, Part 3

                          Lisa's Story 
                             Part3

I woke up a little late, and took a quick shower.  I put my cigarettes, my
lighter, and a book of matches in my purse.  Now I really felt like a smoker!
I ate breakfast in a hurry, and was ahead of time.  So I got out a cigarette
and lit up.  It tasted fantastic to smoke after a meal!  I sat at the
breakfast table and puffed on my cigarette while I read the funnies.  One
time, I inhaled smoke super-deep into my lungs, and slowly blew the smoke from
my lips.  It felt so good!  Mom said, "You look nice smoking, Lisa.  You
really look like a young woman, with a lit cigarette between your fingers."  I
got out my book to review for a spelling test while I smoked the rest of my
cigarette.  Mom asked, "Are you going to smoke at school today?"  "Yes."
"When?"  "Before science, at 10:15.  I'll have ten minutes."  "Will that be
enough?"  "Yup."  "I'll be thinking of you.  Enjoy!"  "Thanks, Mom."  I blew
out my smoke and carefully tapped out my cigarette, and kissed Mom on the way
out.

I sat by my friend Ann on the bus.  I said, "I have a surprise for you."
"What?" "I'm not telling you now on the bus.  Can I meet you in the restroom
at 10:15?" "Sure."

Well, I really watched the clock that morning.  I was very excited.  When the
bell rang, I realized my heart was beating hard.  Smoking a cigarette at
school was a very, very big deal!  The girls who smoked had so much respect
from the other girls.  I hurried to my locker and grabbed my purse.  I
couldn't wait to sneak my cigarettes into my pocket, so I took my purse into
the restroom.  Ann was already in there, and she was just lighting up.  She
blew a heavy stream of smoke from her mouth and said, "Tell me.  I can't
wait!"

I said, "I'll show you."  I opened my purse and took out my cigarettes.  I
looked up, and Ann was smiling like crazy.  She gave me a huge, long hug, and
let go of me.  I slid out a cigarette, and put it between my fingers.  Ann was
almost speechless.  She did manage to say, "Oh, Lisa!" I took out my lighter,
and lit my cigarette.  As I inhaled a nice puff into my lungs, Ann said, "Oh,
Lisa" again.  As I blew my smoke from my mouth, she finally said, "Lisa, you
smoke! You look fantastic!  How long?"  "I smoked my first cigarette
yesterday."  She said, "Lisa, you inhaled your smoke!  That is incredible for
your second day!" "Thanks." I took another drag, and blew out my smoke.  "Do I
look OK?"  "You look great!  I'm so proud of you!"

Ann blew out her smoke and asked, "Do your parents know?"  "Yes."  "Oh, how
cool!"  "Daddy took me out yesterday and bought me two cartons.  My parents
don't smoke, Ann, but they have totally supported me.  They're allowing me to
smoke at home.  And they told me I can get addicted to nicotine if I want."
Ann said, "Lisa, I'll bet you find yourself needing a cigarette by tomorrow."
"I hope so." "Did your dad buy you that lighter?"  "Yes.  I love it."  Ann
said, "It's beautiful.  I hope you're really nice to your parents.  I don't
think you realize how lucky you are.  Lisa, you're eleven years old, and you
can smoke a cigarette in front of your parents."  "My parents are really good
to me.  I know." Ann asked, "Are you going to smoke after lunch?"  "Yes."
"Great.  Meet me here about 12:30.  I eat fast so I can smoke two cigarettes
most days."  "OK."

Lunch hour finally came, and I ate quickly.  I grabbed my purse from my locker
and hurried into the girls' room.  Ann was already there.  She had just lit
her cigarette.  I walked up to her and said hi and got my pack from my purse.
As I slid out a cigarette, Ann offered me a light, and I began to draw on my
cigarette.  As I began to blow out my smoke, one of my classmates, Beth, came
up to me.  She said, "Lisa, you're smoking!  I can't believe it!  This is so
cool! "  "You caught me, Beth."  "I didn't know you smoked.  Have you just
started?" "Yes.  I smoked my first cigarette yesterday."  "How do you like
it?"  "I love it.  I'm going to smoke all the time."  "I am so jealous of you,
Lisa.  I've always wanted to smoke."  I reached in my purse and took out my
pack.  I held it out to Beth and asked, "Would you like a cigarette, Beth?"
Beth was obviously honored to be offered a cigarette.  She said, "Lisa, do you
think I could actually smoke?"  "You're two months older than I am, Beth.  How
many times have you told me you want to smoke?" "Probably a hundred times."
"And doesn't your sister, your closest relative, smoke a pack and a half of
cigarettes a day?" "Yes.  I want to smoke, Lisa.  But my parents say no
cigarettes until I'm twelve."  I took a drag, and blew out my smoke in a nice,
smooth stream, smiling as I exhaled.  I wanted smoking to look good to Beth!
Beth said, "Oh, Lisa, you look so good smoking!"  "You live two blocks from my
house.  You can smoke there whenever you want!  You can smoke in front of my
parents, Beth.  I promise you they won't tell."  "Do you like the taste,
Lisa?"  "Yes, of course I do.  Smoke with me, Beth."  "Let me have a
cigarette, Lisa, and tell me what I do to smoke it.  I want to smoke a
cigarette right this minute!"

I hugged Beth and held out my pack to her.  She slid out a cigarette and put
it between her fingertips.  "I was eight years old when my sister began to
smoke, but I asked her all kinds of questions.  I think I know just what to
do.  May I borrow a lighter?"  "Sure."  I handed my gold lighter to Beth, and
she held her first cigarette to her lips.  A second later, she flicked the
lighter and held it to her cigarette.  Ann said, "That's it.  Start sucking
now, Beth."  Beth's cigarette tip got red hot.  Her cheeks were curved in a
little.  Beth was smoking!  I could tell from the bright red glow that Beth
had dragged on her cigarette for three seconds.  Then she took her cigarette
from her mouth and began to blow out her smoke.  She exhaled, slowly and
smoothly, smiling all the time.  I said, "Well?"  "Lisa, that was fantastic!
I want to smoke the rest of this cigarette.  Do I have time?"  Ann looked at
her watch.  "You have six minutes before you need to leave for class.  Keep
puffing as much as you can. Start getting the feel of smoking."

Beth sealed her lips on her cigarette and dragged confidently.  She finished
puffing, and blew out her smoke in a smooth, thin stream.  She looked
fantastic! Beth has a gorgeous face, bright blue eyes, and nice full lips.
"Lisa, this cigarette tastes so good!  It's strong, but I know I'm going to
love cigarettes. Can I really smoke in front of your parents?"  "Yes.  They
think it's cool that I smoke."  "Lisa, you are so lucky."  I said, "Beth, come
with me."  I led her around the corner to a row of mirrors.  I got her to
stand right in front of one. Beth held her cigarette up in the air, between
her fingers, watching the smoke curling up from the tip.  She said, "Oh, I
look good."  Beth moved her cigarette around, to see how she looked handling
it.  "Smoke it, Beth."  Smiling, she held her cigarette to her lips and
dragged a long time.  As she took her cigarette from her lips, she inhaled
just a bit.  A couple of seconds later, Beth blew out another smooth stream of
smoke.  She waited until the smoke was all out before she reacted.  Then Beth
said, "I love how I look smoking.  I always wondered how I'd look with a
cigarette.  I wondered if I'd look silly.  But I don't think I do at all."
"Beth, I can't wait for people to see you smoking.  How about at the mall
sometime soon?"  "I'd like to, but first I've got to get permission to smoke,
or someone will tell my parents."  "I know they don't smoke, Beth.  But
they'll understand.  They've let Carol smoke for five years, and haven't given
her a hard time at all.  Your dad won't turn you down, once he sees you with a
cigarette.  You really do look nice smoking."

Beth pulled hard on her cigarette.  She took a fantastic drag, and blew out a
lot of smoke.  After watching herself blow out such a full, beautiful drag,
Beth said, "Ahhhh."  She immediately took another drag, and blew out her
smoke.  She said, "The taste is so amazing.  Smoking is so right for me.  I
always knew it would be."  Beth kept puffing on her cigarette as other girls
walked by.  Every single girl said something nice to her: "Nice going, Beth.
You'll enjoy cigarettes."  "Looking good, Beth."  "Good for you, Beth."  She
was really pleased when a fourteen-year-old girl said, "It's nice to see you
smoking, Beth. Have you just started?"  "Actually, this is my first
cigarette."  She gave Beth a high five and said, "Keep smoking, Beth.  You
have no idea how nice you look." Her eyes just sparkled after that compliment.
She held her cigarette to her lips and took a really deep drag.  She blew out
an amazing stream of smoke afterwards. She said, "Now I know why people smoke.
It's very satisfying."  She opened her purse, saw a ten-dollar bill, and said,
"Good!"  "What," I asked.  "I'm going to buy a couple of packs of cigarettes
on the way home, Lisa."  Ann and I both started hugging Beth.  She even
managed to take a drag on her cigarette while we hugged her.  Beth and I had
been close friends all of our lives, growing up two blocks apart.  She blew
out her smoke as she ran water on her cigarette, and said, "Smoking that
cigarette was the coolest thing I've ever done!  Lisa, I'm officially a
smoker."

I began to go into the girls' room every time we had a ten-minute break.  I
was able to smoke one full cigarette in that time.  Talk about looking forward
to something!  Each cigarette I smoked tasted better than the last one.  And I
felt so good about smoking, since I took the trouble to get permission.  I had
my parents' encouragement to smoke, and my friends' admiration.  Beth walked
home with me, and I knew what she wanted.  We sat down at the kitchen table
and munched on some fresh cookies.  Mom was right there.  I lit up and inhaled
my smoke, and blew it out smoothly.  Mom asked, "Did you smoke at school
today, Lisa?" "Yes, Mom.  It was absolutely great!  Mom, I wasn't
self-conscious at all.  All my best friends saw me smoking, and every one of
them complimented me."

By now, Beth was looking at me like she was very jealous.  I set my cigarettes
and lighter in front of her.  She knew her secret was out.  She started
smiling bashfully.  I said, "Go ahead, Beth."  "I don't know..."  "Don't you
want to?" "Yes, I do."  I said, "Mom, Beth wants to smoke a cigarette.  Would
that be OK?" Mom said, "Beth, I didn't know you smoked."  She said, "I think I
sort of started today."  Mom said, "It's OK, Beth.  Actually, I wanted to
smoke when I was your age.  I wish I had.  Go ahead if you want."  "Thank you.
I'd really like that." Beth held a cigarette to her mouth and lit up, and blew
out a nice little puff of smoke.  Mom asked, "Did Lisa corrupt you?"  "Sort
of.  But I've wanted to smoke for three years now.  I'm not supposed to smoke
until I'm twelve, but I can't wait."  Beth took another, longer drag on her
cigarette and blew out a nice stream of smoke.  It was so nice to see my best
friend with that long, white cigarette between her fingers.

Beth took another drag, and just as she began to blow the smoke from her
mouth, Kristie walked into the room.  She had socks on, so nobody heard her
coming.  She said, "Oh, Beth.  Wow!  You look incredible!  How long have you
been smoking?" "I'm smoking my second cigarette, Kristie.  It's really good!"

I continued to smoke my own cigarette.  I smoked by inhaling every puff.  I
could feel what the nicotine was doing for me.  It made my heart beat.  I
breathed faster.  I felt so good about myself when I smoked.  I knew I was
doing something really nice for myself...something I was going to enjoy for a
long, long time.  I loved that my best friend and I could learn all about
smoking together.  Beth looked so pretty smoking her cigarette.  She took
nice, smooth puffs.  And she handled her cigarette beautifully, since she had
watched her older sister so many times.  Beth and I had talked about smoking
so often.  We talked about what we would feel like when we began to smoke.  We
talked about smoking when we were on dates with boys...wondering if they would
light our cigarettes for us.  We tried to guess what cigarette smoke would
taste like.  I hoped Beth's parents understood her desire to smoke.  They had
no way of knowing how great smoking was going to be for her.  Beth couldn't
help smiling as she held her cigarette to her mouth.  She held her cigarette
to her mouth just exactly like her older sister does, with her two fingers
perfectly straight.  Beth blew nice, smooth streams of smoke from her lips.
She dragged often.  She said, "Lisa, this cigarette tastes so good!  I'm so
glad I'm smoking."  She looked at my mom and said, "Thank you so much for
letting me smoke this cigarette here.  I'm really enjoying it."  Mom said,
"You're welcome.  Smoke whenever you want, Beth.  You look very attractive
smoking a cigarette.  I'm sure you're going to enjoy your new habit."

Beth blew out her last stream of smoke, and tapped out her cigarette.  She
looked at me and asked, "Lisa, will you go with me to buy cigarettes?"
"Sure!"  Beth and I got our purses and headed out the door.  She asked, "Where
can I get my cigarettes?"  "Let's go to the drugstore first.  That's where I
got mine.  Maybe the same guy will be working there."  "OK.  What should I say
to him?"  "First decide how many you want.  Would you like to buy a carton?"
"Do I have enough money?"  "Yes."  "OK.  That's what I want."  "OK.  You'll
pick the carton out yourself.  Just lay it on the counter and see what
happens.  Be nice, and be honest, and he'll take care of you.  How can he turn
down someone as cute as you?"

Beth seemed really happy when we walked in the store.  We both said hi to the
guy at the counter.  He stopped me and asked, "Don't tell me you're out of
cigarettes already!"  I laughed and said, "Nope.  I'm only smoking ten or
twelve a day." There was nobody else in the store.  This was great!  Beth and
I went to the cigarette section.  I asked, "What kind?"  Beth said, "I want to
smoke Marlboro Lights, like Carol."  She picked up her carton and whispered,
"I'm so excited, I feel like I could pass out!"  Beth walked over to the
counter and set down her cigarettes.  She had the cutest expression on her
face.  She was trying to look casual, but was not doing a very good job of it.

The clerk smiled at her and said, "Oh, now I understand.  Your friend smokes,
too."  He asked, "What's your name?"  "I'm Beth."  "I'll bet you've smoked
your first cigarette already!"  "Yes.  I've smoked two cigarettes."  "How old
are you?"  "I'm eleven."  "I'll bet you were pretty excited about smoking your
first cigarette."  "I sure was.  My older sister smokes, and she loves it."
He said, "Be sure and learn how to inhale.  That's where you'll really get the
pleasure. Plus, you'll look totally sexy."  The guy gave Beth a Bic lighter as
a present, and put her cigarettes in a big brown bag.  He asked, "How is
smoking going for you, Lisa?"  "Smoking has absolutely been great so far!  I
love being able to smoke in my room."  "Great.  Beth, you're going to enjoy
these cigarettes more than you can imagine.  Be sure to smoke every day.
You'll be amazed at how good it will be."

We walked out of the store really happy.  Beth asked, "Lisa, can I keep my
cigarettes at your house--that is, except for the pack I'm smoking?" "Sure.
Why?"  "I don't want to lose all of my cigarettes if I get caught or get told
no."  Beth and I talked about smoking all the way home.  I asked, "Beth, are
you going to ask for permission?"  She said, "Yes.  I'm going to ask tonight.
Will you be there with me?"  "Yes, I will.  Do you want me to say anything?"
"Yes. Say as much as you can.  Tell Mom and Dad how great smoking is working
out for you and Kristie.  Tell them how much you enjoy smoking."  "OK.  No
problem there!"  "Why don't you eat dinner with us?  I'll ask then."  "OK.
Beth, what if I started the conversation by asking to smoke after dinner?"
"Lisa, that might be the best way of all.  Let Mom and Dad see you with a
cigarette.  You're younger than I am.  Do it!  Bring your cigarettes to dinner
in your purse." "OK."

We had a nice dinner at Beth's.  After we finished dessert, we all just kind
of sat around.  It was a perfect time for Beth to ask.  So I asked, "Would
anyone mind if I smoke?"  Beth's dad did a double-take and asked me, "When did
you start smoking, Lisa?"  "I smoked my first cigarette this week.  I'm just
getting started."  Beth's mom asked, "Do you have your parents' permission to
smoke, Lisa?"  "Yes.  Daddy bought me my cigarettes."  Beth's dad asked, "Are
you enjoying cigarettes, Lisa?" "Yes, I am.  Smoking is going great for me!"
He asked, "Carol sure enjoys the taste of her cigarettes.  Do you?"  "Yes, I
really do." Beth's mom said, "I'm sorry.  You haven't gotten an answer.
You're welcome to smoke, Lisa."  I said, "Thank you!"  I reached for my purse,
and took out my cigarettes and lighter.  I lit up and began to smoke.  I
inhaled my drag deeply, and slowly blew out my smoke.  As I blew out my second
drag, Beth's dad said, "You look nice smoking, Lisa."  "Thanks a lot.  I've
always wanted to smoke, but I had no idea how incredible it would be!"  It was
time to change the subject.

I said, "Now, if I could just get Beth to smoke with me."  Her mom said,
"Well, Beth tells us she wants to smoke.  I must say, smoking has worked out
real well for Carol.  But we've asked Beth to wait until she's twelve to smoke
her first cigarette."  Beth said, "Mom, I want to smoke now.  Mom and Dad,
look at Lisa. She inhales.  She smokes just like Carol does."  Beth's dad
said, "Beth, I don't want you to get sick because you smoked too young."  Beth
said, "Daddy, I have your permission to smoke when I'm twelve.  I don't want
to disappoint you, but smoking looks so good to me."

Her dad said, "Beth, I know a lost cause when I see one.  I guess you know
from Carol what smoking involves.  Go ahead, Beth.  Try a cigarette if you
want." "Oh, thank you, Daddy.  May I smoke a cigarette now?" "Yes, Beth.  You
may smoke."  I handed my cigarettes and lighter to Beth, and gave her a high
five. Beth slid a cigarette from my pack and put it between her fingers.  She
looked around the table at all of us, and gave us a huge, beautiful smile.
She flicked my lighter, and held her cigarette to her mouth, between her
fingertips.  Her cheeks curved in as she began to draw smoke from the filter.
As she removed her cigarette from her lips, Beth began to blow out a full,
smooth stream of smoke. She looked over and said, "Thank you, Daddy.  Thank
you so much!" Right away, Beth held her cigarette to her lips again, drawing
steadily.  She lowered her cigarette, and this time Beth began to inhale her
smoke.  She leaned back in her chair and inhaled, as long as she possibly
could.  She smiled with pride as she blew the smoke from her mouth.  She said,
"Daddy, the smoke tastes so good. Thank you!"  Her dad said, "You very nice
smoking, Beth.  Are you feeling anything from the nicotine?"  "Yes.  It's a
nice feeling.  I like it."

I said, "Beth, you look great!  Carol is going to be so proud of you!" Beth's
mom got each of us an ash tray, and we just stayed at the dinner table while
we smoked.  Beth said, "Daddy, my cigarette tastes so good!  Thank you."
"That's OK, Beth.  I'm sure you'll get just as much satisfaction from smoking
as your sister.  Your mother and I knew how much you wanted to smoke, but
thought it would be best for you to wait until you could truly enjoy it.
We'll make sure you have cigarettes available."

What a great day!  I was so happy that my best friend would be able to enjoy
smoking with me.  Beth, not having to sneak her cigarettes, got into it in a
major way in just a few days.  We smoke whenever we can at school, and we both
like to smoke about once an hour in the evenings.  We've both been surprised
to learn that most girls start smoking at least occasionally when they're our
age, and there's no question that you don't have to be a teenager to enjoy a
good cigarette!  Neither of us chain smoke.  We like to have ten or twelve a
day, and try to keep our smoking at a reasonable level.  But I know one thing:
when I'm ready for a cigarette, get outta the way, because I really like to
smoke.  I don't know if girls enjoy smoking more than boys, but I don't know a
single girl at my school who didn't like smoking when she tried it.

That's pretty much my story.  I'm very glad I smoke, and it was fun telling
what it was like to get into the habit.  If you're a girl who's not sure if
cigarettes are right for you, I think you should try a few.  You may be a
little self-conscious the first few times you smoke, but I think that very
soon you'll really get into smoking, you'll feel so good, and you'll be happy
with how nice you look, too.

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