Miss Vicki, Part 5

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Date: Mon, 21 Aug 1995 02:36:43 UTC
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Vicki took my admonition about following her grandmother's direction about
smoking literally, but it didn't quite work out the way I had assumed. My
mom and dad were both longtime smokers - although dad always smoked cigars -
and so there was no stigma in their minds associated with allowing Vicki to
smoke too. Mom soon began to offer a cigarette to Vicki almost every time
she had one herself, spoiling her granddaughter - a grandmother's
prerogative, I suppose - just as she would whenever she had previously
visited with offers of home-baked sweets, special foods and other treats.
After a short time Vicki began accepting the offered Salems more often than
not, not wanting to offend, and for the rest of the week she found herself
smoking at a level that was more than double her usual daily intake. By the
time she was ready to return home on Sunday, Vicki had discovered that she
had grown quite fond of her new smoking pattern, having
suffered no negative side effects as her system almost immediately adjusted
to it, and she found herself enjoying both the pleasureable sensation it
gave her and the physical act of smoking more than ever before. At the time,
though, I knew none of this.

When she was delivered home by mom on Sunday afternoon I helped her carry
her bags into the house, since she had - as she always did when she visited
them - a second bag that had been nearly empty when she left but which was
now crammed full of her grandmother's presents. We just dropped them into
her bedroom without unpacking, then I readied a snack for all of us to share
during mom's short visit before she had to leave to return home. Bringing
the tray into the living room, we began to munch and I heard all about
Vicki's week, which seemed to have turned out very well from all accounts.
When we finished eating, mom was first to reach for her Salems, and soon
both myself and then Vicki did the same. Vicki proudly showed off a new
leather cigarette case that mom had bought for her, and I was struck by the
realization that this was the first time all three generations of the
family's women had smoked together, and also by the fact that this was the
first time I had ever seen Vicki smoke in front of anyone else. She seemed
perfectly at ease in doing so in front of her grandmother as a result of
the past week's events, and again looked completely natural and mature in
her smoking style. I was surprised, however, to see that when mom and I both
lit up a second time with our second cup of coffee, Vicki did the the same
without hesitation a moment later, and continued to puff deeply on her
Salem. I had never seen her smoke two cigarettes so close to each other
before, and she seemed to take great pleasure in doing so.

After a time, mom had to leave for home and as we hugged her on the way out
the door, she told Vicki, "Be sure to ask your mom if you can keep that one
present I gave you", and I wondered what she could possibly mean. Soon after
mom drove away, Vicki and I began to unpack her suitcases and when we got to
the one containing her presents I soon found out what mom had meant. In
among the new clothes, a new toy stuffed animal for her collection, and
other small items, was a carton of Salem 100s with only one pack missing.
"Grandma bought those yesterday when we were shopping. I thought they were
for her, but when we got home she said they were mine. I couldn't believe
she did that... and she said I should ask you whether I could keep them. But
she said that I was smoking enough now that I probably needed my own
carton", Vicki said offhandedly, reaching into the bag to show me another of
her presents.

Thinking of Vicki's former smoking pattern and totally unaware of what had
transpired during the past week, I stopped my daughter to ask her a
question. "What do you mean? You only smoke 4 or 5 a day... this will last
you more than a month", I stated.

"Well, actually, mom", Vicki said, with a smile and a slight blush, "that's
changed a little. Grandma just kept offering me cigarettes all the time
after you talked to her on the phone on Tuesday. I thought you had put her
up to it or something, and I even asked her about it, but she said that
since I had just had a nicotine fit - I guess I did, too, didn't I? - that I
had just proved that I was a real smoker now, and that I should have one
whenever I felt like it".

This was something of a surprise, so I asked her, "So, exactly how much did
you smoke last week, anyway?" Her response astounded me. "Well, I had four
or five on Tuesday night after I got off the phone, because Grandma kept
giving me them and said I should make up for the last few days. And
actually, I really seemed to want them that night anyway. Then she kept
asking me if I wanted one every half-hour or so the next day and I just got
tired of saying no all the time, so I had 10 or 12 that day, and about the
same the rest of the week until yesterday. She let me open up the carton
that she gave me yesterday after we got home and we both smoked a lot last
night. I think I probably had about 15 yesterday".

I was taken aback by this development, and realized that Vicki had likely
permanently crossed a threshold in her smoking habit, but wanted to be sure.
"Did you enjoy smoking that many, honey, or was it too much?", I asked her.
Vicki looked down at her feet for a moment, and I thought I saw another
little blush on her cheeks, before she looked up at me and said quietly, "I
was kind of blown away smoking with Grandma the first night, mom, but on
Wednesday night I realized that I had smoked a lot that day, at least for
me, and that it felt nice. I liked it even better the next day, and by
Friday I started to look
forward to having them and really, really enjoying it. Then last night,
every time I finished one, it was almost like I could hardly wait until it
was time to have another. I remember thinking at the time that it was really
kind of scary, but at the same time thinking about how it was so much fun
too. I think I'd like to keep on smoking like that from now on, if it's OK
with you", she said with a slightly naughty smile. "I don't know exactly
what it is about these", she said, pointing to the carton of Salems, "but
whatever it is, I really like it. I guess that means I'm hooked".

Given her reaction after she had been forced to give it up for a few days, I
knew that Vicki had previously been addicted to smoking anyway, and combined
with her increased level of smoking this past week I concluded that the
chance of her reverting back to her previous smoking pattern was virtually
zero. Mom may have been the catalyst for it happening sooner than it
otherwise would have, but I couldn't be too angry with her since I knew all
along that once I gave Vicki permission to smoke regularly last summer that
it would probably be only a matter of time before she would inevitably start
to develop a heavy habit like my own. At age 14, I concluded that she was
probably old enough - just barely, but I didn't let that worry me too much -
and so I told her, "All right,
honey. If that's what you want, I suppose I can't say no. You've been
smoking for a while now, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that you've
finally started to really love it. Keep the carton, and smoke as often as
you'd like. Just don't do it outside the school, all right? I don't want to
see you hanging around there like some of those kids do... that just looks
awful. Remember what I told you about acting like a lady. And until you're
16, I'll have to keep buying them for you since you're still underage, even
though you probably
could pass for that age now. Just don't make me be sorry I gave you permission".

"Oh, mom, don't worry. I won't disappoint you", Vicki said while a smile
spread across her face. "I guess that means I don't have to worry about the
ground rules any more, except for what you just said?", she asked. I nodded
in agreement.

That evening we went out to dinner. As we were leaving the house, Vicki
asked me if she could take her cigarettes with her, a question she had never
asked before. Not wanting to answer it ever again, I reminded her, "There
are no more of those rules, remember? You have my permission. You don't ever
have to ask that question again. Take them with you, because I'm guessing
you'll want to smoke at the restaurant, right?", knowing that Vicki had
smoked about once an hour after we had finished our conversation that
afternoon. She realized that I was giving her tacit permission to smoke in
public, and smiled at the prospect of finally revealing her secret pleasure
to the rest of the world.

We both had a cigarette in the car on the way, and once we were seated and
were given the  menus I pulled out my pack and lit up as I habitually did
while reading a restaurant menu. Soon I heard the familiar sound of a
lighter, and looked up to see that Vicki was smoking in public for the first
time in her life. I looked at her for a while, puffing deeply and almost
proudly, I felt, on her long, white, full-flavored Salem 100, the sharp
contrast between her long, dark-brown curls and the white cigarette she held
between her fingertips making the Salem appear even longer; watching her
enjoy the satisfaction she felt each time she drew the rich, cool puff deep
into her lungs, where it delivered the
both the pleasureable physical sensation and the powerful, magical nicotine
that she had just discovered she needed so much; and finally seeing her
then, after a few seconds, exhaling a long stream of smoke across the table.
I thought at that moment that she could easily be mistaken for someone three
or four years older since she looked so grown-up. Miss Vicki had become a lady.

On her 15th birthday that October, Vicki had invited a few of her friends to
join her for a small party, and after everyone had gone, we sat down on the
sofa to chat and reflect on the day before retiring. Vicki reached for a
cigarette after a few minutes, and I lit it for her before lighting up my
own. Over the past few months Vicki had continued to surrender herself to
the pleasures of smoking, and ironically, her decision to adopt the habit
fully had caused me to increase my own intake after having stabilized for
many, many years, as I now often joined my daughter for a cigarette at times
when I normally would not have smoked on my own. By now, my smoking had
increased to about a pack and a half of Salem 100s a day, while Vicki became
the pack-a-day girl I had been, the result of having allowed herself to
yield to the temptation of enjoying her habit without restriction over the
past summer holidays. She now understood better than ever that she would
have no choice but to keep on smoking in the future to satisfy the complex
need that she had permitted to grow deep inside her body and mind. She had
accepted that reality in spite of a few misgivings over the past few months
as she adjusted to the fact that she had lost any real degree of control
that she may once have had over the habit, and now thought of herself as a
smoker.

As we each exhaled the remains of a puff of our Salems, Vicki began to speak
in a sincere tone. "Mom, you know, I think that despite all that's happened
to us, I'm really lucky. Lucky to have someone like you for my mother, who
wants nothing but the best for me, and who supports me in what I do. I
really feel like I've grown up a lot in the last year, and I think you had a
lot to do with that in all sorts of ways. Letting me be myself, letting me
try new things, like these... did you know, my friend Shelley didn't believe
until tonight that you let me smoke here? I think tonight must have been the
first time she ever smoked in front of an adult, she made such a big deal
out of it. It's so silly, but her
mother is a real pain... Anyway, that's only a part of it, but I really do
appreciate all you've done for me, and Grandma and Grandpa too, and I want
you to know that. Most moms would never let their kids smoke the way you let
me, and I'm just so grateful that you showed me how. It's just so satisfying
to be able to smoke whenever I want, and to know that we can talk about
anything... I think that what you did had a lot to do with that. It's the
best birthday present you could ever give me. Thanks, mom", she said, and as
I reached over to embrace her, I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the
beautiful words of my beautiful daughter. She had just given me a wonderful
present as well.



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That's it! Hope you liked it.

B.


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