A Night in Quebec

Subject:      A Night in Quebec
From:         an4@anon.lelnet.com
Date:         1997/04/28
Message-Id:   <5k3mpj$3lr@tofu.alt.net>
Newsgroups:   alt.smokers.glamour

   "Dad ?" Janice asked, so hesitantly that he knew she was about to ask a
question she fully expected to be answered with a no.
   "What is it, honey ?"
   "Is it all right if Marie has a cigarette ?"
   "Well," he said, glancing up from the paper, "of course it is."
   "Really ?" she said, looking surprised at his easy acquiescence.
   "Yes. She's what ? Fifteen ? Legally, there's no reason I can say no."
   A knowing look came to Janice's face. It reminded him enough of her mother
that Nelson felt a small tightening of his throat and some moistness in the
corner of his eye. Exactly the sort of thing Montreal was just starting to
make him forget. "I meant here, in the apartment."
   But this wasn't one of those times that Nelson was looking to tease his only
child about grammatical correctness. "Of course." He stood up and took a step
towards the kitchen. "Let me get her an ashtray."

   Nelson walked into the living room. The girls were watching the Canadiens
game on CBC. Marie looked up as he walked into the room and smiled. The way
her face lit up, the delicate cheek bones framed by long, curly black hair-
it made a very small part of him wish that she was much older than fifteen.
She opened the long, rectangular box of Export A's and took one out.
   The anticipation on her face was unmistakable. Nelson remembered that
sensation all too well.
   She put the cigarette between her lips and lit it with the casual air of a
long time smoker. As soon as the tip was burning she inhaled deeply and
smiled again as she exhaled, letting her appreciation show. He put the
ashtray down on the coffee table and forced himself to walk back out into the
dining room to finish the paper.
   He heard the girls giggling as time went on and the apartment slowly took on
the sweet smell of Marie's cigarettes. And except for one brief moment, he
never left his seat.

   It was almost an hour before Marie left, stopping in the dining room just
long enough to thank Nelson for allowing her to smoke. He saw a certain look
on Janice's face and wasn't at all surprised when his daughter wandered back
into the dining room once she'd seen her friend out.
   "Dad-"
   He could sense that she was a little bit afraid of what she was about to
say, which was silly. After all, she knew that both he and Janet had always
smoked. He was still trying to sort out why it was that he'd quit when she'd
died. Then again, he had quit, in large part because of Janice, and she'd
obviously gotten the message. Although-
   "Why isn't there an age limit for buying cigarettes in Quebec ?"
   It was a good question and a good opening. Nice and cautious, neutral. It
was the way he constructed his novels, the way he'd worked so hard to get his
own daughter to think. Not that she needed any help. She was naturally
brilliant, just like Janet, with none of the hard work he'd had to put into
it.
   "I'm not sure, honey. It's just- well, I think smoking here is just
universally and socially accepted. Does it bother you ?"
   Janice laughed nervously. "No. Not really. It's just that all my friends
here smoke. Most of them have been smoking for a year or two at least. Their
parents don't seem to mind, either. It's just odd, watching Marie walk into a
store and buy cigarettes with the money her parents give her. It's a lot
different than it was in Rochester."
   "That's one of the reasons I wanted to move here-" Nelson said.
   "Because all the little girls smoke ? Is there something you're not telling
me, Dad ?"
   He laughed and pushed the paper aside. The truth was, he'd finished it half
an hour ago but he hadn't wanted to interrupt his daughter and her friend.
Even after-
    "No. Just because it's different. I needed that."
   "We needed that, Dad. Both of us. I miss Mom, too. I know it's not the same
as for you-"
   "It isn't, but it's just as important, honey. I'm glad you've adjusted well.
I always wanted to live here, but I wasn't sure-"
   "Well, learning French has been a challenge, but I really like it here. I-
well, I'm glad we moved. And you're writing again."
   "Someone has to pay the bills. Speaking of which-" He pulled his wallet out
of his pants and threw a twenty down on the table.
   Instinctively, her hand flashed out towards the twenty and then stopped.
"What's that for ?"  Janice asked.
   "You didn't come in here to talk about being glad we moved here, did you ?"
   "Well-"
   "Go ahead, take it. I'll make a deal with you."
   "I already did my homework," Janice said archly. "Today's and tomorrow's."
   "That's not a bribe to get you to you to finish your calculus homework,
Janice. Go ahead and take a walk down to Maurice's. But you have to get a
pack for each of us. If you're going to start smoking, so am I."
   "Dad-" Janice said, pretending to be shocked. It wouldn't work. He had seen
her smoking, after all.
   "Honey. Legally, there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop you from
smoking. But if you're going to smoke, so am I. It's time that we became real
Montrealers, don't you think ?"
   She took the twenty and practically ran out of the apartment.

   Janice and Marie were giggling up a storm in the living room. That laughter
was annoying Nelson. It was past seven and he and Janice had a seven-thirty
reservation at Cafe del Sole.
   But that was only part of the annoyance. He'd heard the words Mom and Dad
several time, always accompanied by more fits of laughter. Marie's mother
Stephanie was a divorcee and he was getting the strangest feeling that her
tardiness was not accidental- that in fact Marie had not been completely
honest about what was going on.
   The doorbell finally rang at ten-after. As if on cue, Janice yelled "Can you
get that, Dad ?"
   The sense of steel jaws closing around Nelson was palpable.
   But he did as he was asked. He walked down the long hallway, past the living
room where the two girls were smoking and pretending- without any real
conviction- to study, and swung open the heavy old wooden door.
   It was the first time he'd actually seen Stephanie. Somehow a month had gone
by without him ever meeting Ms. Quintal. She'd stopped by several times to
retrieve her daughter but he'd never gone to the door. Even before he saw
her, he had the strangest feeling that there was nothing coincidental about
this 'accidental' meeting.
   He was immediately glad that he'd decided to open the door.
   If Marie was pretty in an adolescent way, her mother-
   Her hair was red, a deep, lustrous strawberry that highlighted her round
cheekbones and sharp green eyes magnificently. She might easily have been
mistaken for a college student- a graduate student perhaps, but not a
thirty-four year old mother. She was wearing a striking peasant blouse and a
long brown skirt that complimented her hair and made her look even younger.
   She was taking a deep pull on an Export A as he swung the door inward. Her
exhale clouded the cool, moist night air, the smoke drifting lasily behind
her as the warmer air pushed its' way out of the hallway. She smiled as he
extended his hand and took it gently. Her skin was warm, soft, and perfectly
smooth.
   "Mr. Thorton ?"
   "Please, call me Nelson. And you're Stephanie, right ?"
   "That is correct. I don't mean to be rude, but Marie and I have a 7:30
reservation at Cafe del Sole and-"
   "Of course you do-" Nelson said with a wry smile.
   Stephanie inhaled deeply on the cigarette, a quizzical frown flitting across
her mouth as she held the smoke. Her exhale was through tightly pursed lips
every bit as full as a model's, a long narrow stream that was politely
directed away from Nelson by a turn of the head which exposed a slender, well
sculpted neck with no age lines.
   "I don't understand-" Stephanie said finally.
   "My daughter and I also have 7:30 reservations at Cafe del Sole. I was
rather surprised when she suggested it. Not really her sort of place."
   "I do understand. You and I- we have been set up."
   "Of course. I suppose that we'll have to humour them and dine together-
unless you have an objection, that is ?"
   "Well-" she said, hesitantly.
   Stephanie took a long and luxurious pull on her cigarette. She held the
smoke just inside her mouth and then inhaled deeply.
   "It won't bother me in the least if you smoke during dinner," Nelson said.

   They decided to walk. It was a perfect spring night, more like summer. The
heat of the day still lay over the city like an invisible fog, the cooler
ground air heavy but clear. The two girls were half a block ahead of them,
talking loudly and trailing smoke. They were trying with only moderate
success not to look back at the adults.
   Stephanie asked Nelson to stop for a moment. She took her cigarettes from
her purse and pulled two of them out. She then passed the box to Nelson and
lit them together, handing one to him when she was finished.
   She made sure to let her hand linger on his as the exchange was made and
Nelson felt a spark of attraction leap from her smooth skin. She tossed her
hair and inhaled, the tip of the cigarette glowing a bright orange in the
fading light. Her exhale was slow, ponderous, intense.
   The attraction migrated south from his hand and he was suddenly very glad
that his daughter had decided to take up smoking.
   As if reading his thoughts, Stephanie said "I am surprised that you allow
Janice to smoke. The first time she lit a cigarette in my house I considered
asking her if she was really allowed."
   "Why ?"
   "Well," Stephanie answered with an embarrassed smile, "you are Americans,
after all."
   "Would you have asked her to stop ?"
   When she laughed, Nelson felt a chill. It was a melodic little chuckle- very
reminiscent of Janet.
   "Of course not."
   They continued walking. Nelson tapped ash from his Export A and took another
long look at Stephanie. She smoked with that unselfconcious air of a woman
comfortable in her vice. Again, it was very similar to the way Janet had
smoked. Which was what had attracted him to her in the first place. She'd
been standing outside the student union, laughing and smoking with two of her
friends when he'd come out from lunch to have a quick smoke before class. As
soon as he'd lit his cigarette she'd come over to where he was standing alone
and starting talking to him.
   Once the shock had worn off-
   He realised that it was eighteen years to the day and another chill made him
shudder.
   Stephanie noticed. She put an hand on his arm and this time the connection
was almost painfully vivid.
   "You were thinking about your wife, weren't you ?"
   "No," Nelson lied. "I was wondering why it took those two almost three
months to do this ?"
   "I don't think that is quite the case, but I can answer that question. Marie
knows that I only date men who smoke. In fact, I shouldn't tell you this
because I am afraid that you will get mad at Marie, but-"
   "Marie was the one who convinced Janice to start smoking. I know- Janice
told me the other night. But she didn't mention that it was all part of a
plot to bring the two of us together."
   Stephanie blushed slightly. "I am already starting to think that I am glad
she did."
   Nelson found that he was still capable of blushing as well.

   It was almost midnight. Dinner had been-
   Nelson had thought it was somehow magical. Until now.
   The girls were in Janice's bedroom- not asleep yet, judging from the noise
coming from down the hall.
   Stephanie's head was resting on Nelson's naked chest. She exhaled a thick
cloud of smoke which wrapped itself around them. Her silky hair was enough by
itself to make him hard again. Watching her cheeks hollow out as she inhaled
again was enough to make him want to do something about that hardness.
   She turned her head to smile at him, saw the look in her eyes, and let her
free hand wander down, stroking his belly button and then tracing a line
across the half-inch between it and the head of his penis. She playfully
stroked it until he was sure he would die of madness. He remembered back to
what seemed like ages ago when the doorbell had rung and he had the nerve to
be angry at this woman.
   She did not stop. He began to quiver and sweat. She inhaled again, and as
she blew smoke playfully across his chest he came again.
   "What are you doing this weekend ?" she asked breathlessly, turning her body
until her face was flush against his neck. She inhaled more deeply this time,
held it until she worked her way on top of him, and engaged him in a smoky
kiss. They exhaled smoke together, waves of it that crashed like rolling fog
between them.
   "I don't have plans yet."
   "Marie and I- well, I shouldn't admit this, but we are both found of
American cigarettes. Marlboro Lights, the 100s. I don't suppose-"
   "That's what I used to smoke. You want to take a trip ?"
   She kissed him again. Her tongue had such a sweet, smoky taste.
   "Only if we can leave the girls here."
   They laughed together.
   "We'll bring some back for the girls. After all, we owe them. Especially
Marie."
   "I'll tell her you said thanks," Stephanie said, and then passed his hand
down to the space between her legs. He was more than happy to obilge.