Smoke And Mirrors, Part 9

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Smoke & Mirrors
Part 9: "A Day Alone With Her Cigarettes"

The next day was a Saturday and both the girls had agreed not to disturb each
other in the morning. Suzanne had been the first to wake up at 8:00 am. She
started the coffee. Her throat felt a bit raw. It must have been as a result
of the record number of cigarettes that she had smoked the night before. She
did not know what had possessed her to smoke so many. She remembered how she
had felt, after finishing dinner last night. She reluctantly acknowledged how
much she had enjoyed smoking the two cigarettes back to back. But the
desperate need to have a cigarette had scared her. Was she getting hooked, as
she had originally feared? She had been only been smoking for a week. It just
couldn't be possible to get addicted that quickly. After all, she was only
smoking light cigarettes. It must have just been that she had smoked too many
in one day, she rationalized. She would be careful not to overdo it and at
the same time try not to anger Jill, she thought.

But another voice in the back of her head kept reminding her. It felt so good
to smoke all those cigarettes. Didn't it?

She felt a little better as she looked down at the unopened pack of ultra
lights. These were lighter, and would be better for her, she thought. Jill
had said that, hadn't she? The coffee maker, which had been programmed the
night before, made its last gasp, in the quiet of the room. The coffee was
ready. She thought that she could really use a cup about now. Jill had been
right about that too. A morning coffee seemed to perk her up, and it tasted
so rich and mellow. She poured herself a large mug. As she sat there sipping
her coffee, a familiar feeling began to seep back into her body. It was
telling her that there was something missing. She looked down at the pack of
cigarettes. No, I better not open my present yet, she thought to herself,
although she really wanted to. She took another long drink of coffee. It
soothed her raw throat, and she started to feel a bit better. She got up from
her chair to take a look out the living room window to see what the weather
was like. It was as she walked through the living room that she saw Jill's
pack of VS 100's Menthol's, still sitting on the coffee table. She wondered
how long Jill would stay in bed. Her body had grown accustomed to the
combination of caffeine and nicotine first thing in the morning, every
morning for the last five days. It was now telling her subtly, that it wanted
a cigarette. Suzanne felt a gnawing in her stomach. Her mind searched to find
a solution for her body's immediate need. Jill wouldn't mind if she had one
of her cigarettes. I'd *really* like one right now, she thought to herself.

As she walked back through the living room, her eyes riveted on Jill's pack
sitting on the coffee table. Jill wouldn't even know if she took one. Then it
hit her, Jill had not opened the pack, too tired to have her customary before
bed cigarette. She felt very despondent that she would have to wait. It was
then she saw the lone cigarette butt in the ashtray on the coffee table. She
remembered clearly that the ashtray had been clean when they had gone to bed.
Jill must have gotten up last night, to have a cigarette. She realized with
elation, that the pack was already opened. She slowly tiptoed to the coffee
table, and sure enough she looked into the pack to see it opened with one
cigarette missing. Carefully removing a cigarette from the pack she
rearranged the remaining contents to hide her theft. She felt so naughty
slowly tiptoeing back to the kitchen to get her new lighter. She placed the
VS in her mouth, and clicked the new lighter, she liked the way the slim
lighter fit in her hand, momentarily mesmerize by the flame. She slowly
sucked on this surreptitious cigarette ensuring that it was evenly lit. She
then proceeded to take a very long and deliberate drag. She breathed in the
smoke deeply into her lungs, just as she had done 100 times the day before.
The effect was immediate as her body responded. She was surprised that these
full flavor cigarettes were so easy to inhale. Fearing that she would be
caught, she unconsciously quickly took another deep long drag, before the
last of her first drag escaped from her nose. The second inhale felt even
better. It gave her such pleasure, it felt so good, and tasted even better.
She felt the calming effect. She was surprised at the rich tobacco taste that
was now filling her mouth. It actually tasted better than she had ever
remembered. Fearing that she might be caught, she smoked rather quickly and
began to feel queasy, after about the seventh drag. Well, I think I've had
enough she thought, as she headed to the sink to extinguish her cigarette.
When she was sure it was out, she placed the cigarette in the trash under a
piece of garbage. She thought she had better air out the room, so she went to
the sliding door on the patio and opened it slightly. She could now wait for
Jill, to awake. She felt more relaxed.

About twenty minutes later, she heard Jill stirring in her bedroom.

"Good morning, Suzanne. You're up early," she said, surprised to see Suzanne
beat her out of bed this morning.

"Oh I woke up and couldn't sleep." she said smiling .The faint smell of fresh
cigarette smoke left it's tell tale signs in the air.

"Oh, I see." said Jill, recognizing at that moment that Suzanne must have
just smoked a cigarette. She would say nothing, she thought. She would let
her get away with this deception. "I see you made some coffee," she said
walking over to the coffee table to get "her" cigarettes. Suzanne became
apprehensive, would Jill notice the missing cigarette, from her pack?

Instead, Jill simply removed one from her pack without even looking. She
walked casually to the breakfast table carrying the unlit cigarette. Suzanne
had gotten away with it.

"I could use a light, Sweetie," Jill said realizing that she had forgotten
her lighter on the coffee table. Suzanne quickly picked up her gold lighter,
carefully lighting Jill's cigarette. This was something she had never done,
and she felt rather proud that it was now Jill who was asking her to light
her first morning cigarette. She smiled at the irony. "I see you haven't
opened your present yet." Jill said sleepily as the smoked wafted thickly
from her nose.

"Well, I wanted to wait for you." as Suzanne began to reach for the gold pack
lying on the table.

"Here, give me the pack before you open it." Jill said. Suzanne watched as
Jill firmly tapped the pack against the top of her hand.

"Why do I see people do that?" Suzanne asked curiously.

"Well, it's a good way to get the tobacco to pack together; it tastes much
better if you do that before you open the pack. It also makes them burn
evenly, making the smoke smoother. But generally I don't do this in public,
as it's not exactly feminine." Jill said, as she passed the unopened pack to
Suzanne.

Suzanne awkwardly stripped the cellophane from "her own first pack" and
removed the gold foil. She couldn't believe it. These were her cigarettes.
She could have one whenever her heart desired. She noted to herself that they
looked so white and elegant, but there seemed to be so many. She shook one
loose and placed it between her lips. She again recognized the thicker size
of the cigarette from the one she had just smoked. She lit the cigarette with
her lighter, and carefully took her first inhale. She was surprised at how
weak this cigarette was. As she exhaled, she was somewhat disappointed at the
small amount of smoke that came out of her mouth. Where had it gone? It
wasn't like smoking at all, she thought.

"Soooo, what's the verdict?" Jill said knowing what the response would be.

"Well, they certainly are quite light, not quite like yours." Suzanne said
raising her eyebrows.

"Yes, because they are 'ultra lights' you have to suck a little harder to get
some smoke out of them. Are they okay?" Jill questioned.

Suzanne wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want to insult Jill, but she was
very disappointed. "They're okay. They are just not what I expected. I'll get
used to them." She said, trying to hide her disappointment.

Jill smiled. "Well, I thought that with your concern, that this might be a
good brand for you."

"Yeah," Suzanne said weakly. "They're fine. Thanks again. Better than bumming
from you and Paula," Suzanne said, grinning weakly.

"Glad that you like them. Here let me have a drag on your cigarette. I can't
even remember what these taste like." She watched as Jill proceeded to deeply
suck on the ultra light. Her cheeks caved in till they nearly touched. She
let a small amount of smoke escape from her mouth. She then proceeded to
immediately take another drag, without exhaling the first drag, executing a
textbook double pump. She exhaled a thick volume of smoke to Suzanne's
surprise.

"Wow! What did you just do?" Suzanne asked curiously.

"Oh that, that is what you call a double pump. I do that when I smoke a
really light cigarette, it tastes a lot better that way," she said as her
eyes twinkled.

"I have quite a few things to get done, so I'll be gone most of the day. Are
you going to be all right?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, sure, I have a lot of reading to do." Suzanne replied.

"Don't forget, we have that dance club thing tonight. What time is Phil
coming by?" Jill said.

"About 8:30."  Suzanne replied.

"Well, I'll be back by 6:00, so have a great day. See you then," was the
response, as she proceeded to the bathroom to have a shower.

Jill smiled to herself as she walked to the bedroom. Poor Suzanne was going
to have to suck so hard to get any smoke out of those ultra light cigarettes.
She had already made sure that there were no other cigarettes in the
apartment. Suzanne would have to make due with her cigarettes and would
probably have to smoke many, if she wanted to get any relief from the intense
cravings that she knew she was already experiencing. Well, it would teach her
the pleasures of chain smoking she grinned to herself.

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