Shock Therapy, Part 2

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SHOCK THERAPY

2.	The Therapy Begins.

   "Oh my God, Luanne.  I can't believe we're even having this conversation!"

   "Look, Sheila.  We don't always see eye to eye.  I'm well aware of that.
But I really need your help this time."

   Attractive and vivacious, Sheila Simmons was 28.  Her natural hair color
was brown but she'd been a blond for 10 years.  Her golden tresses fell
smoothly over her shoulders.  Sheila wore a sleeveless white top with a
plunging neckline.  It, along with a tight fitting navy skirt that was far too
short, made her stand out in any crowd.  The effervescent blond was dressed to
attract male attention.  Based on the looks from males in the restaurant she
was succeeding.

   "God, finally!  After all these years!  At long last you actually want to
learn to smoke just like your little sister?"  Sheila impishly giggled.  "So
being a good girl is finally getting old?"

   "Hush, Sheila," Luanne whispered.  "Not so loud."  She looked around.  No
one in the restaurant was paying attention to the sisters.  "I told you.  I
need to learn because the psychologist John and I are seeing for marriage
counseling thinks it'll shock John and help him come to his senses."

   Luanne's little sister opened her purse.  Demurely she removed a green pack
of Benson & Hedges Menthol 100s and laid it on the table.  "Lu, I'd _love_ to
teach you to smoke.  Believe me, it'll be my pleasure.  So, start taking
notes, Sis!"  She shook the pack and removed a long white cigarette.  Sheila
delicately put it between her lips and fired up her lighter.  "This is the way
it's done, Lu."  Her cheeks caved in as Sheila dragged.  Once, twice and then
a third time she pulled on the menthol cigarette.  Smoke burst from her
nostrils in the process.  Finally she took it from her mouth and officiously
inhaled the smoke deep into her chest.  "Ah, that's nice," she wickedly
sighed.  "Very nice!"

   "Cut the theatrics, Sheila," Luanne grumbled.  "I'm not doing this because
I want to.  I'm only doing it because I have to.  And I certainly don't want
to do it here," she whispered.  She looked around again.  "Not in public for
God's sake!"

   "Relax, Lu, I'm only teasing," Sheila grinned.  Once more smoke flowed from
her lips.  "So you really think it'd make John rethink this whole fetish
business?"  She giggled.  "God, I can't believe your do-good husband is so
naughty.  I always thought of him as a real straight arrow.  But it sounds
like he has a wild side!"

   "Dr. Thomas says John can't help himself," Luanne defensively shot back.
"He got himself in too deep and now he can't get free.  Seeing me smoke is
supposed to horrify him, bring him back to reality."  Luanne watched her
younger sister drag on her cigarette.  "The idea is to use shock therapy to
make John realize the real life consequences of his sick fantasy.  Once he
sees me smoke he'll change his mind.  Smoking won't look so good to him
anymore."

   The blond shrugged.  "It might work."  She released a smoky cascade from
her mouth.  "Okay, if you won't do it here let's go to my place.  I can teach
you everything you need to know, Lu," Sheila grinned.  "But you have to work
at it.  Smoking's like anything else.  Practice makes perfect!"

   "I understand, Sheila.  Yeah, let's go.  I certainly don't want to do it in
public.  I just want John to see me smoke and have it be believable.  If Dr.
Thomas's right it'll freak him out and he'll never think smoking is attractive
again!"

   Sheila stood up.  She waited for her sister to pick up the tab.  Finally
Luanne did.

   "You have lots more money than me, Lu," Sheila teased while prematurely
crushing her cigarette in the ashtray.  "You can afford to buy my lunch easier
than I can afford to treat you."

   The sisters walked to the cash register.  "I assume you're still working
two jobs?"

   Sheila nodded.  "I'm waitressing a couple nights a week to make extra cash.
I don't mind, really."  She grinned.  "Most girls I work with at the
restaurant smoke.  We sneak smoke breaks real easy.  That makes it a hell of a
lot nicer than my day job!"

   Luanne shook her head.  She gave the bill to the cashier.  "Sheila, you've
been smoking almost as long as I can remember.  But recently didn't you tell
me you finally were thinking about quitting?  Isn't that right?"

   "Not me," her little sister defensively answered.  "I'm sure I never said
that, Luanne.  No, I love to smoke and I'll never quit.  Ever!  That's why I'm
so pleased to be able to share my lovely habit with you."

   "I'm just borrowing it," Luanne smiled.  "If Dr. Thomas's right, John will
be horrified to see me smoke.  It'll make him lose his sexual attraction to
women smoking and that'll be the end of it.  I'll never smoke again.  If it
turns out Dr. Thomas's wrong and John doesn't change, then that'll be the end
of us.  Either way I'll only be smoking a little while."

   They walked into the parking lot.  "Whatever, Lu.  Either way I'll enjoy
teaching you to be a bad girl like me."  Sheila opened the door of her ancient
Honda Civic while Luanne got into her brand new Acura RL.  "See you at my
place in a few minutes!"

   Luanne took a deep breath.  New car scent was still unmistakable inside her
Acura.  She wasn't just protecting her marriage, though it was important.  She
was safeguarding her share of John's money.  She loved not working, just like
she loved getting a new car every year, unlike poor Sheila.  She turned the
key.  Her engine roared to life.  At least Sheila was willing to teach her to
smoke.  She'd put up with it for John's sake, for the marriage's sake, and for
the sake of the money!

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   "So, how'd it go, Luanne?"

   "Better than I expected, Doctor," Luanne admitted.  "Like you suggested I
talked to my sister Sheila.  She taught me to smoke and I've been practicing."
She mischievously grinned.  "I assume that's why you wanted to meet here at
this café, so I could demonstrate my progress?"

   Dr. Thomas nodded.  "That was my plan.  I wanted to see it, but also to
talk strategy a little more.  The way I see it you have only one chance to
shock John back to reality.  For the sake of your marriage I don't want us to
blow it."  He hesitated.  "Are you willing to show me?"

   Luanne looked around fretfully.  "Yeah, I guess, though I've never done
this in public.  The only places I practiced was at Sheila's or by myself
somewhere.  But if John's supposed to think I started smoking I suppose it
needs to look believable, doesn't it?"

   "Exactly," Dr. Thomas smiled.  He watched Luanne take a pack of Benson &
Hedges Menthol Lights 100s from her purse.  She set it on the table with a
disposable plastic lighter.  "Wait, Luanne.  Here comes our waitress.  We'll
let her take our order.  Then you can show me."

   The waitress took their drink orders.  Luanne ordered a latte.  Dr. Thomas
did the same.  As soon as she left Dr. Thomas nodded.  "Okay, Luanne.  Show
me."

   With trembling fingers Luanne slowly extracted a long white cigarette from
her pack.  She rested it between her lips and picked up the lighter.  Glancing
at the Doctor with a nervous smile she clicked it and touched the tobacco end
of the cigarette.

   Luanne's checks caved in slightly as she began her initial drag.  Dr.
Thomas nodded.  "That looks quite believable, Luanne," he said approvingly.
As he watched she inhaled smoke in her lungs and simultaneously removed the
burning cigarette from her mouth.  "Yes, very good," he added favorably.  "It
looks like Sheila taught you well!"

   Luanne tipped her head to release a stream of smoke.  She tried to force a
big smile.  "Thanks, Doctor.  I really don't like it, though.  It still seems
so disgusting.  But Sheila says I should smile every time I exhale smoke.  She
says it makes it more believable that I'm really a smoker now."

   "I know you abhor this practice, Luanne.  I totally understand.  Smoking
_is_ disgusting and it's terrible for your health.  But given the
circumstances I believe eventually it'll force John to confront his twisted
priorities and change the way he thinks about it."

   Luanne frowned.  "What do you mean, eventually?  I thought all I had to do
was smoke in front of John.  Didn't you say that would shock him into changing
his mind?"

   "Oh no, I thought I explained that.  No, John won't be shocked to see you
smoke.  At least, not initially.  In fact he'll probably be delighted at
first.  No, the thing that shocks him and ultimately changes his mind will be
seeing you continue to smoke heavily and repeatedly over a longer period of
time.  I thought you understood."

   Luanne nervously tapped an ash into the ashtray on the table.  "Uh, no, I
didn't.  I thought you meant I only had to smoke once or twice in front of
John.  Do you mean I have to smoke regularly for awhile before it'll work?"

   "Of course, Luanne.  I'm sorry, I thought you understood.  Let me explain.
John is enamored by women smoking so initially he'll be ecstatic to see you
smoke.  He'll think you did it for him, that you decided to become his
ultimate sexual fantasy.  My plan is for you to play this game with and for
him, to convince John that you're addicted now, that you can't quit smoking
and that you don't want to.  The thing that ultimately shocks him into
changing his ideas about smoking will be finally realizing that he has to live
with that terrible noxious stench all the time.  Smoking seems attractive to
him in his fantasies but only because he doesn't have to live with it.  Once
he does he'll come to see this isn't what he wants at all."  Dr. Thomas smiled
warmly.  "As soon as that happens, Luanne, he'll beg you to quit and you'll
have your husband back."

   "But how long do you think that's gonna take, Doctor?"

   Dr. Thomas shrugged.  "I don't know.  Maybe a week or two.  That's
precisely why you can't just smoke for John once or twice.  That'd have zero
impact.  In fact, in the short run it'll undoubtedly excite him."  He lowered
his voice.  "Till the noxious aspect of your supposedly newfound smoking habit
really begins to aggravate him he'll actually probably try to get you into bed
on a, shall we say, much more regular basis?"  He paused.  "Luanne, I need to
tell you something.  By now any real smoker would've puffed on her cigarette
several times.  You only took one puff.  Come on, learn to keep up the
pretense or it won't look real!"

   Luanne shook her head.  She manicured her cigarette in the ashtray.
"Sorry, Doctor.  I forgot.  I know you're right."  She raised it to her lips
and dragged.  "I'm just a little upset," she admitted while she held smoke in
her chest.  "It never occurred to me I'd have to keep smoking to shock John."

   As Dr. Thomas watched she released a modest exhale.  "I'm sorry, Luanne.  I
should've been more explicit.  Please understand.  Not only do you have to
keep it up till it turns John's stomach.  You also must appear genuinely and
utterly addicted to the foul habit.  That means smoking probably a pack of
cigarettes every day until he gets sick of it."  He gazed at the stricken
looking brunette.  "How much are you smoking now?"

   "I'm not smoking at all now," Luanne gulped.  "I've had maybe ten
cigarettes practicing with Sheila and a little on my own."  She made a face.
"I can't believe I need to smoke a pack of these things a day for two weeks.
Ugh!"

   Again Dr. Thomas lowered his voice, this time to a whisper.  "Luanne, I
know you're unhappy with it.  Believe me, I appreciate that.  I feel for you.
I really do.  But in my meeting with John alone yesterday I learned some new
information that convinces me more than ever that this radical step has to be
taken to shock him back to reality."

   "Why?  What happened?"

   Dr. Thomas handed her a piece of paper.  "John told me about another
internet site he regularly visits.  It's a membership site.  You pay a monthly
fee to access it.  Basically, it's smoking pornography."  He waited for his
words to sink in.  "This is the web address with John's access name and
password.  I want you to go home and look at it.  The connection for John
between smoking and sex is perfectly illustrated by the things you'll see at
this website.  He's getting himself turned on watching women smoke while they
have sex!"

   She looked at the paper.  "Hey, wait a minute.  In Real Life.  I've been to
this site.  It's not a pay site.  It's just pictures and movies of girls
smoking."  She looked up.  "It's not about sex."

   "No, this is its sister site," Dr. Thomas intoned.  "In Real Life Exposed.
On this pay site the women are naked."  He cleared his throat.  "Sometimes
they play with themselves or even engage in lesbian encounters while they
smoke!"

   "Oh my God!  No?"

   "Afraid so, Luanne.  This will show you just how serious John's problem is.
It's absolutely imperative that you work yourself into shape so you can smoke
like a true nicotine addict for a period of time.  It's worse than I initially
realized.  Unless you can convince John that living with a smoker in real life
isn't glamorous like merely fantasizing about it, I personally don't think
your marriage has a chance."  He let out a pathetic smile.  "So take another
puff on that cigarette, Luanne.  I wish there was another way.  I just don't
know any other way to shock John out of his fantasy life."

   Luanne put the shrinking B&H in her lips and prepared to hit on it.  "I
understand, Doctor.  As much as I dislike this I know what I have to do."  She
hit the cigarette and sucked smoke into her chest.  "John must believe his
wife started smoking like a fiend," she said.  She paused to exhale.  "I was
in lots of plays in high school.  I know how to play a role and stay in
character.  Don't worry about me.  I won't let you down.  For John's sake I'll
convince him I've become a total nicotine addict.  But you'll continue to meet
with him, won't you?  You'll force him to deal with what's happening?"

   "Don't worry, Luanne.  I'll be silently with you every step of the way.
So, when do you think you're ready to unleash this 'shock and awe' campaign on
your unsuspecting husband?"

   Absentmindedly Luanne took one last hit on her cigarette and crushed it in
the ashtray.  "John's out of town till Friday," she mumbled before exhaling
the residue of the smoke.  "But today's only Wednesday.  That gives me two
days to work on it.  I'll start today as soon as I get home.  By the time John
gets back Friday night our house will absolutely _reek_ of stale smoke.  I
won't enjoy smoking all the time.  But I'm willing to do it for John's sake."

   "You're very brave, Luanne.  To be honest I'm not sure I'd have the courage
to face this miserable situation so selflessly."

   "Doctor, I just want my husband back.  I'll do anything to make that
happen, even pretend that I like to smoke!"

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   Luanne pulled her Acura RL in the garage.  Carrying several paper bags she
closed the garage door and marched resolutely into the house.  In the kitchen
she began to unload her purchases.  "Gotta have ashtrays," she muttered
emptying the bag.  "So here's a dozen of 'em.  If John's supposed to think I
smoke then we need lots of ashtrays in every room!"  She carefully examined
them as she unpacked.  The lady at the upscale home furnishing store was
helpful.  Luanne was never one to buy anything cheap if a more expensive
version was available.  The ashtrays were of varying sizes and shapes but all
were made of exquisite cut glass.  They were quite elegant.  "There's three
for the kitchen, one for the office, three more for the living room, three for
the family room, and the last two for our bedroom," she chuckled.  "One of
those is for my nightstand and the other one for the vanity in the bathroom.
Before I'm done John will be totally convinced I'm an incurable nicotine
fiend!"

   She opened a second bag.  "The piece de resistance; an entire carton of
cigarettes!"  She put it on the kitchen table.  "Oh, I almost forgot."  She
reached into the bottom of the first bag, the one from the home furnishing
store.  "Yeah, can't forget this," she snobbishly exclaimed.  She took an old
fashioned table lighter from the sack.  "This goes beside the big cut glass
ashtray in the family room."  The clerk at the furnishing store said a
permanent table lighter was a must to make the house look like a smoker lives
in it.  God, it _is_ an attractive piece, Luanne admired while turning it over
in her hands.

   She opened the last bag.  It was tiny, smaller than the others.  On the
side it said Robinson's Jewelers.  "And now the icing on the cake," she
exclaimed proudly.  "My new gold cigarette lighter!"  She clicked it.  A tiny
flame erupted to life from the elegant accessory.  "John knows me too well.
He knows I love to spend money.  So if I ever took up a habit like smoking
he'd expect me to do it with the finest and most fashionable accouterments."

   Over the next few minutes Luanne painstakingly distributed all her new
ashtrays around the house, strategically placing them in just the right place
in every significant room according to her plan.  She wound up back in the
kitchen and sat down at the table.  "There," she exclaimed.  "Now comes the
hard part.  Now I actually have to _fill_ all those ashtrays with cigarette
butts!"

   She opened her purse and got out her half empty pack of Benson & Hedges
Menthol Lights 100s.  Sheila suggested this brand because she said the lights
were easier to learn with.  She clicked her new gold lighter and reluctantly
lit up.  Luanne groaned.  It sure didn't _seem_ easy.  At least not yet.

   She groaned.  She was about to stink up her beautiful home.  Till now all
her practicing had been elsewhere.  Luanne loved her spacious lovely home.  It
was her pride and joy.  Every room was perfectly decorated with expensive
furnishings, wall hangings and knickknacks.  She spent tons of money making it
a virtual showcase of elegance and good taste.  Now she was ruining it by
smoking inside.  She sighed.  It proved how much she loved her stupid husband.
Someday hopefully John would appreciate the great sacrifice she was making for
their marriage!  She made a mental note to hire cleaners to fumigate the place
when this was over.

   She took a long hard drag on her cigarette and sucked the mouthful of smoke
in her lungs.  She held it in and counted.  Sheila said real smokers hold the
smoke inside their lungs at least four or five seconds before letting it out.
She was determined to do it right.  Finally she opened her mouth to exhale.
Tiny thin tendrils of cloudy smoke unwillingly flowed from her lips.

   She'd done the math.  To smoke a pack a day, the number both Dr. Thomas and
Sheila seemed to agree was the necessary minimum to look like a real smoker,
she had to average two cigarettes per hour all day long.  So if she went to
one of her community service meetings, like the Junior League, for example,
she'd need to compensate for the time spent in a non-smoking environment by
smoking even more when she came home.  Well, she didn't like it, but she was
up to the task.  She _had_ to be.  She really had no choice.

   All of a sudden she remembered the slip of paper Dr. Thomas gave her.  She
ambled into the office and turned on the computer.  One of the new ashtrays
was on the table right next to the mouse and keyboard.  She smiled and rested
her burning cigarette in the ashtray.  Her plan was to dirty every ashtray in
the house the next couple days so when John returned he'd be overwhelmed by
the mess.  That'd show him, she giggled.  Maybe it wouldn't take two whole
weeks to gross him out!

   The menu came up and she typed in the address of In Real Life Exposed.  She
clicked on "Galleries."  A name and password box appeared.  She consulted the
piece of paper and typed in John's code name and password.  "Gotta puff on my
cigarette," she reminded herself, picking it up from the ashtray and putting
it in her mouth.  "Gotta keep up the pretense."

   Luanne sucked smoke in her lungs as she considered the various menu
options.  "I'll try video galleries for one hundred dollars," she mused
sarcastically.  A list of the different selections came on the screen.  "I'll
try the first one, Ashley Solo."  She clicked on it.  At the top of the
unfolding screen appeared a list of over 50 video clips.  At the bottom it
displayed a series of still shots, presumably from the video.  Luanne gasped.
Ashley was a stunningly gorgeous blond and she was, of course, smoking a
cigarette.  But she was also naked!  Examining the pictures more closely she
realized the lovely blond was masturbating as she smoked.  "Oh my God," Luanne
gasped in disbelief.  Absentmindedly she picked up her cigarette.  She hit on
it and sucked smoke into her chest.  "I can't believe this!"

   In disbelief one by one she enlarged the many pictures of Ashley.  Ashley
was a saucy blond.  She looked like a shameless slut with a real definite
attitude.  But after Ashley smoked naked in the first pictures soon she began
to play with her huge tits.  Finally Ashley put her hand between her legs,
smoking the entire time.  Luanne was mesmerized.  She never saw anything like
this.  Without thinking she again dragged on her own cigarette.  She kept
staring in rapt fascination at the sequence of pictures of the naked blond
beauty enjoying herself and smoking.

   Sheila believed her older sister was a total prude.  Truth was, in college
Luanne did engage in risqué behavior from time to time.  Specifically, her
junior year at Smith College she became good friends with a girl in her dorm
named Michelle.  Michelle was bisexual.  One night she and Luanne drank too
much wine listening to music.  One thing led to another and Michelle came onto
her.  Before Luanne knew what happened she was cuddling with, kissing and
petting the lovely naked Michelle.  It began a torrid year-long lesbian
affair.  None but her closest friends knew about her relationship with
Michelle.  The memory of that liaison faded but never totally left Luanne.
Seeing the pictures of Ashley on the computer screen reminded her just how
much she used to love pleasuring Michelle lying naked in her arms.

   During that relationship Luanne had purposely acted like a different
person.  Shedding her goody-goody persona she deliberately assumed a façade,
that of a much edgier, saucy little slut.  Michelle liked Luanne playing the
bad girl.  So around Michelle she talked like a slut, intentionally mimicking
her lover's constant use of foul language.  Seeing pictures of naked Ashley on
the screen brought back memories of how she acted and talked around Michelle.
An evil grin slowly covered Luanne's pretty face.  "Fuck," she whispered
irreverently.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"  She shivered.  Full of lust she kept
staring at the naked girl on the screen.  It felt good to say the 'f' word.
It made her wet.  It was like a long dormant different Luanne was at last
coming out again after years of being in hiding.

   With trembling fingers she clicked the first of the many video clips on the
screen.  It was a mistake and she knew it.  But she _had_ to see the buxom
naked blond in motion.  It wasn't Ashley's smoking that drove Luanne to do it.
It was the sight of her luscious naked flesh!

   The video began.  Luanne gasped.  On the screen in full frontal naked view
the buxom blond girl moved in all her sensual glory.  Ashley smoked her
cigarette.  After each inhale she slowly, sensually fingered her tits and then
her clit.  The broad smile on Ashley's face told Luanne all she needed to
know.  The buxom blond model loved to pleasure herself.  Despite herself,
Luanne loved watching.  As Ashley raised her cigarette to her lips Luanne
robotically did the same.  Ashley inhaled and so did Luanne.  While Ashley
exhaled she wantonly put her free hand between her legs.  So did Luanne.

   Abruptly Luanne shook her head.  "My God, what am I doing?  This is sick!"
But she couldn't stop.  The clip ended and she hit 'play' again, watching
Ashley repeat the exercise.  Finally Luanne let out a wicked giggle.  "God,
what the hell!  This is _so_ fuckin' hot!"  She never used the 'f' word but
seeing the lovely blond on the screen shamelessly play with herself while
smoking naked melted away Luanne's inhibitions and released a nearly forgotten
more irreverent Luanne.

   She couldn't help it.  She clicked on a second video clip.  After it loaded
she was again transfixed.  The nasty grin on Ashley's lusting face while she
brazenly masturbated literally forced Luanne to again put her free hand
between her own legs.

   "Oh my God," she groaned excitedly.  "I shouldn't do this.  But I can't
stop.  God damn, no wonder John likes looking at this ? this shit," she
finished with a giggle, sensing the import of her vocabulary change.  "It is
_so_ totally hot!"  She let out a loud and irreverent laugh.  "Fuck, I love
it!"

   On screen Ashley hit on her cigarette.  Reflexively Luanne did the same.
She failed to pay attention and a stray ash fell to the floor.  "Fuck it," she
moaned and smoke gushed from her lips, her first-ever talking exhale.  But she
refusing to be distracted from the screen.  "I don't give a shit about the
goddamn mess on the floor," she muttered, her speech now totally transformed.
"God, this makes me _so_ fuckin' hot.  It's great!"

   The clip ended.  Luanne's cigarette was burned almost to the filter.  She
crushed it in the ashtray and rushed into the kitchen.  Retrieving her pack of
B&H Menthol Lights she returned to the office still wiping beads of sweat from
her brow.  "God, this is so insane!  Fuck," she swore again with a wicked
grin.  "But I don't care.  I can't help it.  I'll smoke one more cigarette and
watch just one more video clip.  But that's all!"

   She chose another video, this time clicking on the next one on the list,
"Ashley and Sonja - Hardcore."  The still pictures on the screen showed this
one had the same blond Ashley, but with another girl, a shy looking attractive
brunette named Sonja.  Sonja didn't remain shy long.  The stills showed Ashley
disrobing the lovely brunette and in due course making love to Sonja while
both girls smoked continuously.

   Luanne could hardly believe it.  She also couldn't believe her reaction.
Like a woman under a spell she silently lit up her next cigarette.  She
clicked on the first clip from the video.  Despite herself she watched the
clip intently, then the next one after that, and so on.  As they progressed
she saw Ashley methodically seduce the lovely Sonja, forcing her to have sex
and smoke cigarettes with her.  By the time she watched the last clip Luanne
had pulled off her dress.  Her panties were down.  The breathless brunette
played with herself furiously.  She finally came as she kept leering at the
sexy spectacle of two video girls pleasuring each other shamelessly.

   "Oh my God!  I can't believe I actually did that," she groaned.  "Not
making love with John for too long has made me horny, I guess, much hornier
than I realized."  She stood up and reluctantly closed the internet browser.
She smiled shamelessly.  "But it sure as hell was fun!"

   Before she could put on her skirt and panties the phone rang.  Naked from
the waist down she walked into the next room to pick it up.  "Hello?"

   "Hi, Luanne.  It's Dr. Thomas.  I've been thinking about you.  I just
wondered.  How's it going?"

   "Oh, just fine, Doctor," she answered, still breathless and tingling from
her self-induced orgasm.  "I'm fine."

   Dr. Thomas didn't seem to notice.  "No, I mean, how's the smoking project
going so far?  Are you practicing?"

   Luanne carried the cordless phone in the office.  "Uh, yeah, I've been
practicing all right."  Dr. Thomas didn't know what just happened but she
still felt slightly embarrassed.  She grabbed her pack of cigarettes and shook
one out.  "I've been practicing like a good girl," she added ironically.  She
slipped the B&H Menthol Light in her mouth and lit up.  "Can you hear that?"

   "Yes, I can.  Listen, Luanne, I felt sort of bad after our meeting earlier.
I didn't mean to shock or upset you.  I don't suppose you had a chance to look
at that internet side, did you?"

   Luanne released a slow exhale.  A wanton smile crept over her lips.  "Yeah,
as a matter of fact I did, Doctor.  I reviewed the entire website.  Very
revealing," she said with a naughty grin.

   "I know it's disgusting," Dr. Thomas apologized.  "But I felt you ought to
know just how serious John's obsession is.  I felt it'd underline for you how
important it is to take seriously the challenge of learning to smoke.  We
really need to get John turned around, Luanne."

   She put her cigarette in her mouth and sucked.  "Yeah, it's definitely
serious," she agreed after inhaling the smoke.  "But tell me, Doctor.  Does
John visit any other porno sites on the internet like that one?"  She tried
not to sound too hopeful.

   "No, that's the only one he mentioned.  I didn't want to pry.  Like I said,
I only gave you that information so you could see first hand just how
incredibly depraved his smoking fetish is making him.  I'm sorry, Luanne."

   "No, don't apologize, Doctor," she replied a bit too eagerly.  She tried
not to sound disappointed to learn that was the only site John identified to
Dr. Thomas.  "I was just curious."

   "Well, keep practicing.  I know it's hard, Luanne.  But if you can smoke
and stink up your house for a week or so then I remain optimistic that John
will eventually realize his smoking fetish is leading him into a world where
he doesn't really want to live."

   The brunette exhaled another stream of smoke.  "Right, Doctor.  Yeah,
that's the idea."

   Luanne hung up.  It was funny but with every cigarette it got easier and
easier.  Dr. Thomas was wrong.  It _wasn't_ hard to pretend being a smoker.
She hit on her B&H and inhaled.  Actually it was getting to be almost
effortless.  But that wasn't her concern at that point.  She was thinking
about sex.  Seeing the lesbian beauties on the internet site only whetted her
now rapacious sexual appetite.  She felt guilty for feeling the way she did
but she desperately wanted to see more.  That's why she asked Dr. Thomas if
John mentioned other porno sites he visited on the internet.  Her libido
titillation was in high gear.  With a sigh she returned to the office and went
back to the In Real Life Exposed site.

   She clicked on another video offering and slowly perused the pictures.  In
one called IRLX-2 she found another series of stills of two women.  One was
lying naked on a couch.  She opened the video clips and listened to the
suggestive dialogue between the girls.  She began rubbing her tits.  God, it
was so hot!  Mostly they smoked together but by the end they were sitting
naked side by side suggestively laughing as they shared cigarettes.

   Up to this point the smoking itself hadn't aroused Luanne.  It was more the
naughtiness of the naked girls, their suggestive lewd comments and the overt
sexual indulgence.  All of it made Luanne want to be bad, wicked and sexually
uninhibited.  "I've been repressed too damn long," she grumbled as she watched
the girls smoke and nuzzle each other on her computer screen.  "God, I wish I
had somebody I could do that with!"

   Taking a break from her voyeurism she went to the bathroom to pee.  While
sitting on the toilet she wracked her brain, trying to think of someone who
could give her what she wanted.  She thought about her affair with Michelle
years back.  Those videos fuckin' contaminated her!  Now she was infected by
an unshakable desire to have illicit lesbian sex again.  Masturbating in front
of the computer was great but not enough.  She wanted the real thing and she
wanted it bad!

   "God, this is insane," Luanne muttered as she finally stood up and flushed
the toilet.  She washed her hands in the sink and let out a sigh.  "I'll try
watching TV.  I gotta do something to get my mind off sex."

   She fixed a cup of tea and sat down in the family room.  She giggled.  "Oh
God, I forgot my cigarettes!  I gotta keep smoking!"  She went back to the
office to get them.  After a long and ambivalent look at the computer, she
resolutely grabbed her now nearly empty pack of Benson & Hedges Menthol Lights
100s.  Along with her gold lighter she took them to the family room where she
plopped onto the couch.  She clicked on the TV and scanned the cable movie
channels.

   "God, there's never anything on, is there?"  She glanced at her watch.
"Well, its four in the afternoon.  Not exactly the right time for a hot and
steamy movie!  But maybe that's good.  I should watch something else like a
comedy."  Finally she found one, "Big Daddy," the Adam Sandler movie.  Luanne
loved his goofy sense of humor.

   Settling in with her cup of tea she watched.  She'd seen the movie before
but still she found herself laughing out loud at Sandler's onscreen antics.
But all of a sudden she remembered her assignment.  With an eye on the TV
screen she reached for her cigarettes, put one in her mouth and raised her
lighter.  Click.  Smoke began to curl from the burning tip.

   A strange thing happened.  While the cigarette dangled from her lips her
crotch got wet.  She took a long hard drag on the B&H and sucked mentholated
smoke in her chest.  The sexy feelings deep inside intensified.  "Oh my God,"
she gasped, astonished.  "I don't believe this.  My smoking's actually turning
me on!"

   It was true.  As she smoked she felt herself get increasingly aroused.  She
giggled in amazement.  "Wow, I guess it's from watching beautiful naked girls
have sex while they smoke," she concluded.  Trouble was, she didn't mind
feeling that way.  Not at all.  She rather liked it.  Smoking a cigarette felt
strangely exciting.  She was titillated in a very good way and that must be
why.  Watching John's smoking porn sight over and over had reprogrammed her
feelings.  Now smoking made her feel sexy; and she liked it.  Yeah, she liked
the feeling a lot!

   Nevertheless she tried not to focus on it.  She watched the TV.  But soon
the lovely Joey Lauren Adams was on the screen.  Luanne knew she was a smoker.
She smoked incessantly in "Chasing Amy," another movie Luanne really liked.
Joey Lauren Adams' voice was so deliciously raspy, clear proof of a longtime
habit.  As Luanne smoked she thought of Joey Lauren Adams smoking just like
her.  It got her even more turned on.

   "Shit, shit, shit," she said aloud.  "What the hell's happening to me?"
Profanity now constantly streamed from her lips but she barely noticed.  "What
the fuck's going on?  For God's sake, why is smoking cigarettes suddenly so
fuckin' sexy?"  But she knew.  She knew why only too well and she knew what
she was about to do.  She virtually had no choice.  She simply had to give in
and pleasure herself all over as she smoked.  There was simply no denying it!

   With a wicked smile on her face Luanne put the freshly lit cigarette
between her lips.  At the same time she eagerly reached inside her skirt,
surrendering to the boiling sexual desire raging deep inside her tingling
frame.  She began to pleasure herself but this time dragged hard on her
cigarette while she did it, puff after marvelous puff.

   "Oh my God, at this rate my clit will fuckin' wear out!"  She felt the
glorious tingling caused by her fingers' skillful manipulation.  Closing her
eyes she imagined herself being one of those lovely girls in the smoking
videos.  That thought excited her.  She grew hotter by the second as she
smoked feverishly and played with herself.  God, she loved doing this!  Harder
and harder she dragged on her cigarette while simultaneously furiously rubbing
her clit.  The more she smoked and the harder she smoked the more excited she
became.  Finally she came again, but this time much harder.  "Oh, fuck," she
groaned in ecstasy.  Waves of sensual pleasure overwhelmed her.  Her whole
body shook like a leaf in the wind.  "God, yes!  Yes!  Fuck!  Yes!  Fucking
yes!  Oooh!"

   She reached over to drop her nearly spent cigarette in the large glass
ashtray.  Ashes were strewn all over the sofa and the carpet.  She didn't
care.  She was done.  God, was she ever!

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   "Um, hello?"

   "Luanne, this is Sheila," said the voice on the phone.  "Are you okay?  You
sound sort of out of it?"

   "No, I'm fine," Luanne replied.  "I was just, uh, I just took a nap before
fixing myself dinner."

   "A nap?  God, you never take naps," Sheila replied.

   "I know, but today I did."  Luanne looked at the clock on the wall and
rubbed her eyes.  It was five thirty.  She started watching the movie a little
after four.  And then ?.  She must've slept over an hour after her latest
orgasm.  "Yeah, I'm fine, Sheila.  Really."

   "Okay, I guess you are," her sister hesitantly agreed.  "You sound a little
better.  Listen, Lu, I don't work tonight.  Do you want to get together for
dinner someplace?  I figure you and I can sit in the smoking section at some
restaurant and I can force you to practice your pretense of being a smoker
some more.  What do you think?"

   "Uh, yeah, I guess.  Yeah, that'd be fine, Sheila.  I'm still waking up.  I
felt so relaxed I guess I sort of dozed off awhile.  Where do you want to
meet?  And when?"

   "How about Robinson's Bistro on the north end?  I love that place," Sheila
suggested.  "It has a smoking section.  You _are_ willing to smoke with me
tonight, aren't you?"

   Although her sister couldn't see, Luanne nodded.  "Yeah, sure.  I can do
that.  I'll meet you there at six.  How's that?"

   "Perfect," Sheila said.  "See you then."

   Luanne rubbed her eyes and stretched after she hung up the phone.  It was
weird.  Never in her life did she fall asleep after masturbating.  She slept
after making love with John but never after doing it alone.  "Must be because
it was the most amazing self-induced orgasm I ever had," she mused with a wry
smile.  "God, it was fuckin' incredible!"

   She wandered back to the family room.  A new movie was on.  She clicked it
off.  She saw her Benson & Hedges Menthol Lights 100s on the table.  A smug
smirk extended itself over her pretty lips.  "Incredible as it seems, I guess
I'll smoke another cigarette before I meet Sheila.  God, it almost sounds
good," she remarked aloud in wonder.  She shook one out and put it between her
lips.  She reached for her lighter.  She clicked it.  The smoke felt good in
her mouth.

   "God, this is weird," she mused as she reluctantly released her first
exhale.  "It tastes good to me now.  It actually tastes good!"  As if she
couldn't believe it she dragged on the B&H and pulled another large deposit of
the smoky substance deep in her chest.  "God, smoking a cigarette makes me
feel sexy as hell," she added with a devious little laugh.  "Did just watching
those video clips do this to me?"  She shook her head.  "I don't know but I
have to think about it later.  Right now I have to get ready!"

   At six Luanne walked into Robinson's Bistro.  Sheila arrived before her.
Her little sister already had a table in the smoking section.  Luanne walked
over and sat down.

   "I can't believe we're doing this," Sheila giggled.  "I can't believe you
and I are actually going to sit in the smoking section.  More amazing, you're
going to smoke with me!"

   "Yes, I am," Luanne said with a demure smile.  She opened her purse and
removed a fresh pack of Benson & Hedges Menthol Lights 100s.  "I'm practicing
a lot, Sheila.  I actually think I'm getting pretty good at it."

   Sheila ignored the last comment.  "Oh my God," she gasped.  "Where'd you
get that?"

   "Oh, this?  It's my new lighter," Luanne proudly replied.  She held it out
and turned it over in her right hand.  "John knows I like to spend money.  I
figured if I bought myself an expensive lighter it'd make my supposed
addiction to cigarettes much more believable."

   With no delay Luanne tore off the cellophane and tapped out a cigarette
from the fresh pack.  "This is already my second pack, you know, Sheila," she
proudly pointed out.  The cigarette went in her mouth and she promptly clicked
the gold instrument to light up.  She dragged hard on her B&H and inhaled.
Turning her head she smiled sweetly at her sister.  "So, what do you think?"
She tipped her head to release a long smoky exhale.

   Sheila raised her eyebrows.  "My God, Lu, you _do_ like a smoker!"  She
retrieved her own cigarettes and followed her sister's lead.  "It's kinda fun
to do this with you, Lu.  Don't you think?"

   "Yeah, it's okay," Luanne coyly replied.  But Sheila was right.  It did
seem fun.  She hit on her cigarette.  "You know, Dr. Thomas said he felt sorry
for me," she went on after inhaling.  "He said this would be really hard on
me."  She paused to exhale.  "But know what?  It's really not hard at all, not
once you get used to it!"

   Sheila shook her head in disbelief.  "Lu, you actually look like you're
enjoying yourself."

   "Sis, I'll tell you a secret.  I am!"

   The waitress came to take their orders.  As Sheila looked over the menu
Luanne treated herself to another drag.  Yeah, this _was_ nice.  Real nice.
She tipped her head to exhale.  Smoking in public with her little sister made
her feel sexy, elegant.  That familiar wetness between her legs arrived again
just as soon as she lit up.  It seemed smoking always did it to her now.  But
it wasn't unmanageable.  It was just ? nice.  Real nice.  She grinned.  Well,
it looked like maybe Dr. Thomas' plan for her to give John shock therapy
wouldn't be so hard after all.

   "I'll have the penne pasta," Luanne sweetly told the waitress.  "Plus we'll
have a bottle of wine.  Only one check, though.  I'll pay for both us," she
added with a twinkle in her eye gazing at Sheila.  "And we'll also need
another ashtray, so there's one for each of us!"

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