I thought I’d try something a bit different, hope you like
My daughter was only 6 when her mother was tragically It was about 6 months after the death of Adele that Kelly first asked me if she could have a cigarette, she was now 7 years old and mature beyond her years due to the burden of looking after me for the months following her mothers death. Fetish or not though I wasnít going to let her smoke at such a young age. I sat her down and gave her the smoking lecture that all parents give their children at some time or other, finishing with when your old enough and if you still want to smoke then thatís your decision. Kelly seemed happy with this and left it at that. ìHow old was you when you started smoking daddy?î Ah, the Thankfully she just shrugged her shoulders and let the matter drop, or so I thought. ìYou just canít beat a cig after dinner can youî I said Now Iím now fool and you donít smoke like that after only a few months, so I asked the question. ìHow long have you been smoking honey? Itís OK you can tell By the end of the night I had chained through 2 packs of Marlboro Reds, and unbelievably Kelly had smoked with me cigarette for cigarette, putting the smoke from 40 Marlboroís into her own young lungs. As she kissed me good night I noticed that the 40 cigs she had smoked had left their mark on her fingers, faintly in the light of the lounge I could see nicotine stains forming on her fingers. I vowed as she went to bed that in the morning I would tackle her about her consumption, maybe limit her if possible, the only problem I saw was that tomorrow was Saturday, and it was my usual day for unadulterated smoking, I often hit 4 packs on Saturdays and Sundays because I wasnít at work. Then again if she enjoyed smoking half as much as I did how would I control her. ìAh, thatís better, my lungs were aching for this, you |