Revenge, Part 9

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REVENGE


9.	Epilogue:  The Beat Goes On.

   Three months later a Lexus pulled up in front of Susan's house.  Spring
was in the air, and two women, one blond and the other red-headed, sauntered
to the front door.

   "C'mon in, Mom.  Hi, Andrea," Susan beamed.  "You're just in time.
Tonight's the big night.  Ashley's six-month birthday!"

   "We've been looking forward to it," Larilyn smiled back.  She leaned over
and kissed her elder daughter.  "It's nice to see you again, honey."

   "It's nice to see you, too, Mom.  I'm glad you two could come."

   Jim, Susan's husband, likewise greeted Larilyn and Kate at the door.
Inside Drew and Kate were with Ashley, who was strategically placed in the
center of the living room.  She was crawling now, and her attention was
focused on getting at Kate's purse which sat on the floor.

   "Hi, big girl," Larilyn greeted the pretty munchkin, who wore a fancy
dress and had bows in her wispy blond hair.  She picked up Ashley for a kiss.
"Are you glad to see me?"

   The baby gurgled and smiled.  Clearly, the answer was yes.

   Larilyn settled into a chair.  There was an ashtray on the table beside
her.  She removed a long, green pack of cigarettes from her purse and laid it
down.

   "More Menthol 120's?" Susan exclaimed.  "God, Mom, this is a new
development!  How long have you been smoking those?"

   "A couple weeks.  I really like them.  They're long and strong," Larilyn
laughed.  Her voice was huskier now, throaty.  "And that's what I want."
With no waiting she pulled a long, brown cigarette from the green pack and
placed it between her lips.

   Drew smiled as she lit up.  He watched his ex-wife take a long, deliberate
pull and suck the thick, rich, mentholated smoke into the inner recesses of
her lungs.  "God, Larilyn, you look damn good smoking those long brown
Mores!"

   "Down, boy," Kate teased, playfully poking him in the side.  "You're not
allowed to admire her anymore, remember?  You have me now."

   "I know," Drew smiled.  "But I can't help it.  She looks so damn elegant!"

   Larilyn cocked her wrist and held the long, brown cigarette by her blond
head.  "I get lots of attention smoking these.  But more important, I like
'em better.  I finally gave up smoking the lights.  After awhile, they just
didn't do it for me anymore.  You know what I mean?"

   Susan nodded and smiled.  "Of course.  That's why I love my Kool 100's.
If you're gonna smoke, then why not smoke full flavor cigarettes?"  She
glanced across the room at her sister, where Andrea, too, was lighting up.
"I see you finally graduated, too, kiddo."

   "Oh, yeah," the red-head smiled, releasing a cloud of blue-gray smoke.
"When Mom stopped smoking lights, I knew I needed to decide what I wanted to
do, too.  So I had her buy me a carton of Salem 100's to try, the full flavor
ones that Kate smokes, instead of the lights."

   "And do you like 'em?"

   "God, I love 'em," Andrea sighed.  "They're richer tasting, more
full-bodied; plus they give me a bigger, better kick," she giggled.  "It must
be the extra nicotine.  When I first switched I wasn't sure I'd need to smoke
as many cigarettes.  I'm still smoking just as much, though, maybe even a
little more, and enjoying it more, too.  I've leveled off at a pack and a
half a day."

   "How about you, Larilyn?" Kate inquired.  "How much are you smoking now?"

   Larilyn shrugged.  "I don't know, the same, I guess, a pack and a half a
day, but more on weekends.  Like Andrea, I thought switching to Mores would
let me smoke less, but that didn't happen.  This isn't news to you guys, but
smoking more makes me feel good.  I love it."

   Ashley was still crawling across the room.  Finally she reached her goal,
Kate's purse.  With little hands she removed an unopened pack of Salem 100's
and put it in her mouth.

   "Oh, God," Kate laughed.  "Ashley, you can't have those.  At least, not
yet," she added with a knowing wink at Susan.  She took the green pack away
from the toddler and set it on the table.  "Ashley putting my pack in her
mouth is probably prophetic, Susan.  In this household, I'm sure someday
she'll be sneaking cigarettes off you in earnest."

   "Probably," Susan nodded.  "It seems to be catching.  Recently Jim has
been smoking cigarettes with me, too.  Haven't you, dear?"

   Susan's husband blushed.  "It's mostly in self-defense," he laughed.  "I'm
nowhere near my lovely wife's level.  But I like it.  I've started smoking a
few Kools with Susan at home every night.  What I really like, though, is to
have a nice cigar in the evening."

   "Oh, me too," Larilyn jumped in.  "The other night Mitch and I shared one
of his cigars.  He loves a good cigar every once in awhile.  I'd never tried
one, but you know what?  They're really good.  It was damn pleasant!"

   Jim's interest picked up.  "What kind of cigars does Mitch smoke,
Larilyn?"

   "Oh God, Jim, I don't remember," Larilyn laughed, knocking ashes from her
brown cigarette into the ashtray.  "But he has a humidor and everything.  All
I know is, I was pleasantly surprised how nice they are."  She giggled.  "I
really _have_ become a smoker, haven't I?"

   "Yes, Mom, you definitely have," Susan agreed.  "Speaking of which, do you
ever hear from any of your old friends on the lung association board?"

   "Most of them won't give me the time of day anymore," she smiled,
expelling smoke through her nostrils.  "They were totally pissed when I
resigned and told 'em it was because I was smoking.  I thought several of the
old ladies on that board would pee their pants!"  She gave a throaty laugh.
"But I am having dinner tomorrow night with Sandy Rogers."

   "Oh, really?" Andrea asked.  "Your old lover?  The lung association lady?
I haven't heard you talk about that."

   "Yeah, I've thinking about it for awhile.  I forget who first suggested
the idea.  But Sandy has always been paranoid about anyone finding out she's
a lesbian.  A lot of board members are right-wingers.  She'd lose her job.
So I decided to blackmail her, by threatening to tell the board about our
past affair.  I even have some explicit pictures I took several years ago,
including some taken with a timer on my camera showing us in bed together."

   "But why blackmail?" Susan asked.  "I thought that relationship was dead.
What'd be the point of blackmailing her now?  God knows you don't need
money!"

   "It's simple, honey, and it's something you understand.  It's not money.
It's for revenge."

   Just then the front door opened and Mitch Simpson appeared.  He walked in
and gave Larilyn a hug.  "Hi, sweetie," he cooed.  "Hi, everyone," he said to
the crowd.  "Sorry I'm late."

   "No problem," Jim and Susan assured him.  "Now the gang's all here."

   "Mom was telling us of her plan to get together with Sandy Rogers," Susan
said.  "Do you know about this, Mitch?  And are you jealous?"

   Mitch grinned as he lit up a Winston.  "She told me all about it.  And no,
I'm not jealous.  That old battle-ax is the least of my worries."  He pinched
Larilyn's ass.  "Don't let me interrupt."

   Larilyn puffed long and hard on her cigarette and went on with her story.
"The point of getting together with Sandy, Susan dear, is simple."  She
paused to release a quick stream of exhaled smoke.  "It's to get her to
smoke.  I'll do to her what you did to me.  I'll tell her unless she smokes a
carton of cigarettes, I'll go to the board with my pictures."  She sipped her
drink, all the while releasing bursts of smoke from her nostrils.  "What do
you think of that?"

   "Mom, that is _so_ evil," Andrea whistled.  Then she looked at Susan.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Susie.  I didn't mean . . .."

   "No, you're right," her sister cut her off.  "It _is_ evil," she grinned.
"Are you going to do it?  God, I'd love to see that bitch try to choke down
200 cigarettes.  It'd be fuckin' awesome!"

   Kate cut in.  "But Larilyn, it's mean.  It's not like you.  Since you
started smoking, you've been so easy-going.  Why do you want revenge?  Is it
because of the way Sandy screwed up your relationship with Susan?"

   Larilyn grinned.  "Sort of.  It's not really pure vengeance.  Susan making
me smoke was one of the best things that ever happened to me.  Looked at that
way, I'm not hurting Sandy, I'm doing her a favor.  If I get her hooked on
cigarettes, eventually she'll thank me.  I'm not mad at Susan now.  Not at
all.  And in the end Sandy won't be mad at me, either."

   "So, how are you going to do it?"

   Larilyn smiled.  "I talked with my friend Adrienne, Brianna's roommate."
She shot a glance at Mitch.  "Adrienne's bi-sexual and has a 'thing' for
older women.  Adrienne's pumped to help out.  We'll set up a real kinky thing
for Sandy with forced smoking and sex.  Sandy won't know what hit her.  But
she'll take it.  She'll have to.  I've got pictures!"

   "Do you really think you can make Sandy Rogers a smoker?"

   "You guys made me a smoker," she replied with a smile.  Crushing her
cigarette in the ashtray, she immediately lit another.  "Adrienne's one hot
lady.  She renewed _my_ interest in being bi.  Sandy will love her."
Everyone gave Mitch a concerned look.  "Don't worry about Mitch," she chided.
"He knows about it.  He doesn't care.  As long as he gets to watch, that is."

   Andrea shook her head.  "God, Mom, you're the queen of evil!  You and
Adrienne plan to corrupt the head of the lung association with forced smoking
and hot sex?  That's too much!"

   "Too much for Sandy," Larilyn predicted.  "She'll be smoking in no time.
It'll work, and I'll get my revenge.  If someone wants something, and they
have to smoke to get it, eventually they'll be converted by exposure to
massive amounts of nicotine.  That knowledge comes from my own very pleasant
personal experience!  I want to share that with my old friend Sandy."

   Kate spontaneously hugged Larilyn.  "God, I'm glad you're on our side,
lady!  Good luck.  And let us know what happens."

   Larilyn took a luxurious drag from her long brown More.  She smiled as she
inhaled the smoke.  "Oh, don't worry," she assured them.  "I will."  She
tipped her head back and laughed as she exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
She'd learned well.  Revenge was going to be sweet indeed!

THE END

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