Part One
“Do you have to smoke in bed?” It wasn’t so much as a question as it was a whine. As a compromising gesture, Margie turned her head and She dumped her ash in the ashtray on her nightstand and leered at her husband. “Would you have rather we didn’t make love?” Rick sighed and shook his head. That was always her matters worse, it tortured him to know it wasn’t always Margie didn’t smoke when he met her two years ago. Of course he knew she was an ex-smoker, but it never She went back to smoking after the fender bender. from him at first as if she thought he didn’t have a nose on his face. She confessed quickly after he confronted her and promised that she’d quit. Several weeks passed and she still hadn’t quit. There She’d smoke where and when she wanted and Rick could just Margie cornered eyed her husband as he stared at the TV, pretending not to pout. He was a pain in the ass and a pompous shit, but he was great in bed and he was They were one of those May/December couples. She could change that, couldn’t she? The truth of the matter was that Margie could change a lot of things. If she really put her mind to it she could there were the conventional approaches such as behavior Margie held the Benson & Hedges to her lips and pulled hard on the filter. The smoke swelled in her After all, all she was a witch, just like her mother and Being a witch is nothing one talks about in polite company. There was too much misconception of the of sorts that genetically linked it self to the women in her family. Some people claim to be psychic. They like her shape shifters if they weren’t burning them at the Rick had no idea. How do you tell the person you love tell a person you love that kissing them is like kissing an ashtray? Margie stubbed out her cigarette and lit the pompous pig. “What? You lit another one? What’s your problem know what they say about second hand smoke.” Margie was incensed and ready for battle. She didn’t her husband’s face who countered with waving hands and a Perhaps she had inhaled too deeply or maybe it was just He jumped out of bed in disgust and retreated to the bathroom where he could clean him self off. He wondered if it this was worth it as he made his way inside and grabbed a towel. Margie was beautiful as far as older women were concerned and she was a great lover He climbed back in bed and waited for Margie to apologize but the apology never came. “You hacked all you have any idea how sick you sound when you cough?” Margie responded with a blank stare so he continued. “I love you Honey. I really do. But your cigarettes are cutting down?” “You have no idea what it’s like to be addicted to cigarettes,” said Margie. “You have no right to talk to never smoked one fucking cigarette in his life tells me I should quit. That would be like a rock telling you that you should quit breathing air.” “Look, I’m sorry I started this. I don’t want to fight about it, OK? “No,” said Margie. “Its not OK. I’ve had it up to here with knew how good the smoke feels inside my lungs when I wake “Then why do you do it if it hurts so much?” asked Rick. “You’re right, I don’t know what it feels like to be smoker. I’m not addict, but I’m smart enough to know I’d want to quit if I was walking around like you, wheezing Margie couldn’t help but smile at her husband as an idea slowly emerged. She lit another cigarette and love me.” “Are you crazy? I’m not going to smoke that. What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing is wrong with me. I just thought it would be like to see your face when I asked you to quit.” Rick should his head in disbelief as he turned out his lamp Margie leaned back against her pillows and smoked as she with having a penis. She reached down between her thighs and felt her vagina, still wet and sticky from her night with Rick. She pushed two fingers inside and wondered how Rick would feel if their situations were |