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Lori summoned up all the courage she had and walked up to the counter of

the Quicky Mart.  “A pack of Marlboro Lights please,”  her voice wavered.

The clerk took a long look at her, then shrugged and turned around to get

the cigarettes.  She worried when the clerk looked over her shoulder, but

felt relief when the woman asked, “King size or 100’s?”  “King size,

please.”  “Soft pack or box?”  Lori tried to hold control her voice as she

said, “I usually take the box, but either is OK.”  “Good lord,” Lori

thought to herself, “the only thing she isn’t asking me is my age.  Get on

with it, already!”  She nervously handed her the money and got her change,

then hurried out.

Lori had always been shy and never one of the “in” crowd at school.  She

watched the popular girls when they hung out together or with the boys.

Something she’d noticed was that most of them smoked.  She’d just turned 15

and was determined not to be on the outside any more.

She knew the problem was not with her appearance, and had been complimented

all her life on how pretty she was.  Her long, silky blonde hair and deep

blue eyes were a plus.  Lori was taller than average, thin and athletic.

She felt deep down that her shy, conservative nature was her only real

obstacle to a happy social life.  Having just moved to town two months

earlier, Lori chose to get a good start in her new school by staying home

and studying.  But it was getting old, and she hardly knew anyone.

Lori had been thinking about smoking for a couple of years.  She had heard

several girls who smoked mention that boys seemed to pay more attention to

them when they smoked, and even complimented them on how nice they looked.

She had also heard girls say how much they enjoyed their cigarettes.  Even

girls in junior high seemed to do just fine with smoking.  It didn’t make

them turn green or feel bad.  She never forgot hearing a 12-year-old girl

tell a friend that cigarettes made her feel really good, and she wondered

how she had gotten by without them.  Lori knew all about the health risks,

but she also knew she was in great shape, and an occasional cigarette

couldn’t be bad for her.  Lori wasn’t sure how she’d like a cigarette if

she kept up her nerve and smoked one, but she told herself that if she did

like it, she was willing to commit to regular smoking, and to let herself

become addicted to nicotine.  Deep down, she hoped she would like smoking.

That summer, Lori’s mother had confided in her that she had been a smoker

in her high school and college years, but had quit when she was pregnant

with her.  She told Lori that it was very hard for her to give up

cigarettes, but didn’t regret that she had smoked as a girl, because it had

been a pleasure for her.  She went on to say that if and when Lori was

faced with decisions on smoking and drinking, she hoped she would feel she

could talk to her parents as she made her choices.  This Lori took to mean

that her mom and dad would be understanding if she wanted to experiment

with adult practices such as smoking.  She kept telling herself that her

mother almost must want her to smoke if she used such words as “pleasure”

and “no regrets”.

This was a big weekend for Lori.  It was the first time that her parents

had left her home alone.  They flew out of town for a business trip on

Friday afternoon, to return Monday evening.  After long discussion, it was

agreed that Lori could stay alone, as long as she didn’t have other kids


Now, on the way home from school, Lori had put her decision into action.

There was a pack of cigarettes in her purse, and if her nerve held up, she

meant to place a cigarette in her mouth and smoke it.  She had no intention

of pretending, either.  If possible, she meant to actually smoke, and

experience as much as possible the taste and feelings.  This was something

she had looked forward to for a long time, and her curiosity and desire had

finally overcome her shyness.  She picked up her pace on the three-block

walk home.  Lori could feel the anticipation throughout her slender,

beautiful body.

She locked the door behind her, and tossed her books aside.  She went to a

cabinet and got one of the ash trays her parents kept for guests.  There

were two boxes of matches in a kitchen drawer.  Good.  No one could

possibly miss a few of them.

It was a beautiful, still fall afternoon, 75 degrees and sunny.  The back

yard was out of view of all the neighbors, and far enough away that no one

could smell a cigarette being smoked in the privacy of the patio.  Feeling

completely safe, Lori walked onto the patio with her cigarettes, ash tray

and matches.  She relaxed in a comfortable chair and got organized, setting

the ash tray conveniently nearby.  For a few moments she admired the pack

of cigarettes.  The pack looked so official, so grown-up, she thought.  She

carefully peeled away the cellophane and slid back the top.  “Pull out,”

the foil piece said.  She snapped it loose and there they were…twenty

cigarettes, for her smoking pleasure!

Lori knew that she had two full days completely alone before school.  She

had cigarettes and matches.  There was no way that she could be caught, and

for the next two days, nothing to stop her from smoking as many cigarettes

as she pleased.  She could take tiny puffs, or she could inhale smoke into

her lungs.  At least until Sunday, she could smoke in the house if she

wished.  She could even smoke in her room while she did her homework.  What

a great feeling!  She tore loose the remaining foil, and with her

fingernails, slid a Marlboro Light from the box.

For the next two minutes, Lori got acquainted with the cigarette.  She held

it under her nose to smell the tobacco.  “Smells nice,” she said quietly.

Now she carefully positioned the cigarette between her fingers, until it

felt most comfortable to her.  She held her hand out to admire how

different and sophisticated she looked with a cigarette between her long,

delicate fingers.

Lori was too shy to ever ask another girl how to smoke.  But she had

watched often, and made mental notes.  She knew girls sealed their lips on

the filter of their cigarettes, and it was clear to her that she would have

to suck on the filter of her cigarette, at least a little bit, to make

smoke flow into her body.  She hoped she would guess right on how long and

how hard to suck.

For a little while, Lori practiced bringing her cigarette to her lips,

getting a good seal on the filter, and drawing air through it.  After

releasing the filter from her lips, she practiced exhaling.  “It can’t be

that hard to do,” she thought.  “Even little girls do it sometimes.  After

all, I was fifteen last week.”

Satisfied with the dry run, Lori said quietly to herself, “OK.  I’m going

to smoke.  Mom liked smoking a lot.  Now it’s my turn to smoke.”  Lori

noticed that her hands were getting cold.  She was shaking  slightly,

wondering what cigarette smoke would feel like inside her perfect young

body.  “I wonder if Mom was this nervous when she smoked her first

cigarette?  Someday, maybe I’ll ask her.  I shouldn’t be nervous.  After

all, this cigarette was made for me to smoke.  And Mom was a year younger

than me when she smoked her first cigarette.”

Lori placed the cigarette between her lips and got comfortable.  She

flipped her silky blonde hair behind her shoulders, and picked up the box

of matches, removing one and closing the box.  Sealing her lips on the

filter, she struck the match, waited for the flame to steady, and moved it

to the tip of her Marlboro Light.  Smoke began to curl up from the

cigarette, and Lori applied gentle, steady suction.  Lori was smoking.

With that suction, cigarette smoke began to flow over Lori’s tongue and

into her throat.  Guessing that her cigarette was fully lit, Lori shook out

the match quickly, and steadied her cigarette with her fingertips.  She

could feel the smoke flowing into her body.  The smoke felt warm, but it

didn’t burn.  Lori removed her cigarette from her lips, breathed in just a

bit, and held her lips close together.  As she began to exhale, Lori

watched spellbound as smoke flowed smoothly from her lips.  The taste was

strong, but was a delicious, grown-up taste that far exceeded her

expectations.  As the last smoke left her lips, Lori whispered, “Wow, smoke

tastes good!”

Looking down at the long, burning cigarette between her fingers, Lori said,

“More, please.”  She spread her fingers apart and let her lips support her

cigarette as she drew smoke from it.  She pulled gently but steadily on her

cigarette for several seconds, enjoying the sensation of smoke in her

throat.  Eventually, Lori lowered her cigarette, inhaled slightly, and

exhaled very slowly, trying to savor the strong taste of smoke flowing over

her tongue.

In a louder whisper this time, Lori said, “Oh, my God, I’m smoking!  I can

do this.  I can do this every day!  I’m old enough to smoke.”

Lori leaned back in her chair and smiled.  She rested her elbow on the

armrest, and held her arm up in the air, admiring her appearance with a lit

cigarette.  A tiny breeze blew the smoke toward her face, and she smiled.

It didn’t bother her at all.  After all, she was a smoker!  She was old

enough to breathe the smoke drifting toward her.

Lori continued puffing on her cigarette, hoping to be able to smoke until

all of the tobacco was gone.  She propped up her firm, tan, incredibly

slender legs and made herself comfortable as she smoked, carefully tapping

the ash from her cigarette from time to time.  And every twenty or thirty

seconds, Lori held her cigarette to her lips for another gentle but steady

puff, followed by a slight inhalation of the smoke she received from her

cigarette.  She exhaled smoothly and steadily.  Lori was pleasantly

surprised that she felt no desire to cough or even make a face.  “I guess

all those stories about learning to smoke are made up by parents.”

Lori said aloud, “I wonder what brand Mom smoked.  I know she would have

liked these.  Now I know why she smoked every day when she was a girl.”

After one last puff, her cigarette was short, and she carefully tapped it

out in the ash tray.  She stood up, smiling, and walked around the yard for

a bit, enjoying the late summer afternoon.  She felt a bit light-headed,

but good, and knew that the nicotine in her body was the reason.  As she

walked by the ash tray, she picked up the cigarette she had smoked, smiling

again.  “That was a great cigarette.  I’m really glad I smoked it.”

As she strolled into the house, the phone rang.  Her mother’s familiar

voice said, “Hi, Lori.  We wanted to let you know our flight went OK.  Is

everything OK there?”  “Sure, Mom.  Everything’s great.  I haven’t trashed

the house yet.”  “Thank goodness for that.  Stay out of mischief this

weekend if you can.”  “I’ll consider it.  I won’t do anything you wouldn’t

do.”  “Well, I guess that’s all I can ask.  Call if you need anything.  The

number’s on the refrigerator.”  “OK, Mom.  Actually, I have everything here

I could possibly need.  Don’t worry.”

It was only 4:15…too early for dinner.  Lori made herself a highly

nutritious peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and watched TV for a half

hour.  Bored with the programs in that time slot, Lori said to herself, “I

should probably have a cigarette.  Yup.  I think I’ll smoke.”

Lori went back to the patio, slid a Marlboro Light from her pack, and

placed it between her full lips.  Striking a match, she carefully lit her

cigarette and began to draw smoke into her nubile young body.  She brought

her long fingers alongside her cigarette.  It moved up and down slightly as

she sucked steadily on the filter.  Removing the cigarette from her mouth,

Lori closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in, ever so gently.  She

could feel smoke flowing into her lungs.  And the feeling was too good to

stop.  Lori continued to inhale, until for the first time her lungs were

filled with cigarette smoke.  Now she opened her eyes, because she wanted

to watch the smoke leave her body.  She was thrilled with what she saw as

she held her lips together and exhaled.  Smoke, smooth and endless, flowed

from her lips.  A cloud drifted across the patio as Lori released smoke

from her chest.  And the taste was so smooth, so satisfyingas she

experienced this new way of smoking.  As the last of the blue-gray smoke

flowed from her pretty mouth, Lori said softly, “Oh, God, that was good.  I

smoke.  I smoke cigarettes.”  As the nicotine flowed through her body, Lori

felt a rush unlike anything she had ever experienced.  She held up the

burning cigarette between her slender fingers and said, “Now I really know

how to smoke a cigarette.”

Lori placed her cigarette in her mouth and moved her long, silky blonde

hair back behind her shoulders, then took the elastic ruffle from her wrist

and put her hair in a ponytail.  She puffed on her cigarette as she worked

with her hair, and then walked around the patio, imagining that she was

smoking at a high school party.  And as her imaginary dream boy came and

stood next to her, Lori dragged firmly on her cigarette, inhaled every

molecule of the smoke into her lungs, and smiled as she steadily exhaled,

turning her head slightly to avoid directing her smoke toward her dream

guy.  A few seconds later, Lori felt a strong nicotine rush stimulating her

body.  She felt a confidence that she had never known before, and the

satisfaction of assurance that she was an attractive and desirable girl.

With a few days of practice, she knew she would be able to take a cigarette

from her purse, light up and smoke confidently and attractively in any

setting, with the bonus of real physical satisfaction…not to mention the

pleasant taste of cigarette smoke flowing over her tongue.

Lori said to herself, “I’d better watch it with the inhaling, or I’ll barf.

But Mom said she was totally hooked on cigarettes, and had to inhale her

smoke.  It’s going to be so good when I get hooked on these things.  I’m

going to inhale my smoke every single time.”

It was at this point that an idea formed in Lori’s mind.  She was going to

have pizza for dinner, and take a major step as well.  Lori smoked the rest

of her cigarette, trying to look casual and ladylike in her handling of her

cigarette, and was very happy with her newfound skills.

At 5:30, she called in an order for a small pizza to a place that used

college guys a lot for deliveries.  She paced nervously, awaiting her plan.

She went into the bathroom, put on a bit of make-up, and brushed her

beautiful hair.  At 5:50, the doorbell rang.  Lori quickly placed a

cigarette between her lips and lit up in the kitchen.  She answered the

door with her long, fresh cigarette between her fingers.  She couldn’t help

smiling when she saw the delivery guy.  He was college age alright, and

very good-looking.  “Oh, hi, you’re here so soon?”  He said, “It’s a slow

night.”  “I haven’t even started the check.  You can come in if you like

while I write it.”

Lori held her cigarette in the most ladylike way possible as he followed

her into the living room.  “How much is it?”, she asked, as she took a deep

drag on her cigarette, inhaled, and blew smoke across the room.  “$5.75,

with tax.”  Lori transferred her cigarette to her left hand as she began to

write the check.  He said, “I’ve never seen you at school before.  Are you

a freshman this year?”  “You mean at State?,” Lori asked, drawing on her

cigarette, and inhaling the smoke into her lungs.  “Yes.”  She smiled as

she exhaled her smoke and said, “Not exactly.  I’m a sophomore in high

school.”  Obviously surprised, he said, “You’re kidding.”  “Nope.  I’d show

you my driver’s license, but I don’t even have one.”  “Well, you look like

you could be in college.  It would be nice for us guys if you were.”

Lori laughed and said, “My parents won’t let me go on a date until I’m

sixteen.”  He smiled and said, “But they don’t mind if you smoke?”  Lori

said as sexily as possible, “Well, I suppose I could get into a lot more

trouble out with a boy than from smoking my cigarettes here at home.”  He

smiled and said, “Well, it’s our loss, that’s for sure.”  Lori handed him

the check and took a deep drag on her cigarette.  “Thanks very much for the

compliment.  It’s my loss, too.”  Lori held out her hand and said, “Thanks

for the delivery.  My name’s Lori.”  “Lori, great to meet you.  My name’s

Greg.  I hope I get to bring an order here again sometime.”  “Me, too.”  As

Greg walked to the door, he paused and asked, “Could I give you compliment?

I hope you don’t think it’s weird.”  “Sure.”  “You’re a beautiful girl.

And, ummm, I couldn’t help noticing how nice you look smoking a cigarette.

I just wanted to tell you that.”

Lori couldn’t resist a big smile.  She stammered a bit and said, “Well,

thank you so much!  That’s probably the nicest compliment I’ve ever had.  I

like smoking cigarettes, and I don’t plan to stop, so that’s great to

hear.”  Greg said, “I hate to say it, but I’ve got to get my other two

orders out while they’re hot.  Bye, and it was sure nice meeting you.”

“Same here.  Good night.”

Suddenly, Lori saw herself in a new light.  Had one little cigarette been

the difference?  It helped, she decided, but the real difference was the

confidence that beginning to smoke was giving her.  Buying a pack of

cigarettes and smoking in front of a man were two bold steps for one

afternoon.  Inhaling cigarette smoke into her lungs was another.  “My

cigarettes aren’t smoking themselves.  I’m smoking them,” Lori thought.

“It’s all in my attitude, I guess.  Still, smoking sure helped call

attention to my looks.”

Lori ate half of her pizza, but decided that she was not terribly

interested in eating right then.  She had three full days alone, and she

could eat next week!  Still glowing with the sincere compliments from a

college man, Lori’s thoughts focused on her cigarettes.  She wondered, “How

often should I smoke a cigarette?  I have lots, and can get more if I

want.”  She decided to pretend she was an adult this weekend, and a woman

would smoke whenever she felt the urge.  “Well, in that case, why not enjoy

an after-dinner cigarette?”  She imagined that all of the popular girls

smoked after dinner, probably some of them with their parents.

Greg’s compliment echoed through Lori’s mind.  ‘You look so good with a

cigarette,’ he had said.  Lori didn’t want the house to smell like smoke.

But she had to know what Greg had seen in her.  “I want to see how I look,”

Lori said softly,  “I want to watch myself smoke.”  Lori’s bathroom was

upstairs.  It was well lit, and there was a shower fan.  There were three

days in which to clear the air, anyway.  Lori went to the patio for the ash

tray and carried it, her cigarettes and matches into her bathroom, turning

on the lights and fan.

Her heart raced as she slid a Marlboro Light from her pack and took a match

from the box.  She had a decision to make.  Would she hold her cigarette

with her lips or her fingers as she lit up?  She thought, “If a boy lights

my cigarette, I’ll hold it to my lips with two fingers.  I want to look

like a lady when I smoke.”  She moved her cigarette to the fingertips of

her left hand, and with her right hand, struck the match.  As the flame

steadied, Lori brought her cigarette to her mouth, sealed her lips on the

filter, and looked up at her image in the mirror.

Holding the flame to her Marlboro Light, Lori applied suction to her

cigarette, and smoke began to curl up from the tip.  She shook out the

match and drew smoke from her cigarette, fascinated with the bright orange

glow at the tip.  She came to a realization.  She had just built a fire,

and she was about to breathe all of the smoke from the fire into her lungs.

“This is really me doing this,” she thought.  “I’ve just lit a cigarette,

and I’m smoking.  And it’s better than I ever imagined.”

After a steady draw, Lori’s fingers took control of her cigarette, and she

removed it from her lips.  With her lips somewhat apart, she could see

smoke remaining in her mouth.  But that was to change, and Lori’s chest

rose as she began to inhale the smoke from her mouth and throat into her

lungs, where it would do her the most good.  She held the smoke in her

chest for three seconds, then smiled and smoothly exhaled.  She turned her

head somewhat to the side to watch the smoke smoothly flowing from her

lips.  The smoke kept coming, as Lori smiled happily.  The smoke tasted

mild and delicious after her pizza, and she was thrilled with the quantity

of smoke she had held in her lungs.  She was even more thrilled with her

completely new image.  The girl she saw smoking a cigarette was a different

Lori, a girl who enjoys things that give her physical pleasure.  Most of

the popular girls in school had made the same choice as far as cigarettes

and smoking, with good results.  Lori’s choice to smoke was made for social

reasons, but with each draw on her cigarette she was more convinced that

the taste and physical sensations that smoking provided for her were far

more important.

“Any boy would love seeing me doing this,” she thought.  “I do look nice

smoking a cigarette.  I don’t look cheap or slutty.  I smoke like a lady.

But a boy who sees me smoking like this may assume that I do other things,

too.  I can live with that.  And maybe someday, when the time is right, I

will try other things.”

Proudly, Lori stood before the mirror and smoked her cigarette, never

laying it in the ashtray, but enjoying the sight and feel of having it

between her slender, delicate fingers.  She inhaled each puff lightly to

smooth out her exhales, careful to check her feelings and limit her

nicotine intake to a level she could handle.  With this cigarette, though,

Lori did treat herself to two cheek-hollowing pulls, followed by deep,

fearless inhalations of smoke into her lungs.  The smoke that flowed from

her lips after these drags seemed endless.  After tapping out her

cigarette, Lori had a nicotine rush that left her almost wobbly, and a new

self-esteem like nothing she had ever felt.

Over the next hour, Lori reflected on her new image and feelings, and

became even more convinced that she wanted to be known and thought of as a

smoker.  “After all, Mom smoked cigarettes when she was a teenager, and

look how great she turned out.  She never told me she regretted smoking.

She just hated quitting.  She said Grandma and Grandpa gave her permission

to smoke, so they couldn’t be too mad at me for doing the same thing a few

years later.”  As her mind led her more strongly to the decision to give in

to regular smoking, Lori realized that kitchen matches were out of the

question.  She would need lighters in her purse, backpack and room.  Quicky

Mart was only three blocks away.  She tossed her purse over her shoulder

and locked the house.

Lori walked into the store with a different confidence this time.  As a

smoker, she needed certain items, just like millions of other girls.  There

was nothing to be embarrassed about.  This time a cute guy was behind the

counter, probably about twenty.  There were lots of choices on lighters,

and she chose a package of five.  She had noticed that the popular girls,

even the richest girl in school, used cheap lighters, but never smoked

cheap cigarettes.

This time, Lori gave the clerk a big smile, and received one in return as

she handed the lighters to him.  He said, “Hi.  Will that be all for you?”

“Yes.”  Suddenly Lori caught herself.  There were still three full days

alone, if she counted school.  Would one pack of cigarettes be enough?

“No…actually, while I’m here, I’d better get a pack of Marlboro

Lights…the box, please.”  He tried not to show a reaction on his face,

but Lori could not be fooled.  After he caught his breath he said, “Uh,

sure…king size or 100’s?”  “100’s, please.”  As he set Lori’s cigarettes

on the counter he asked, “You’re not eighteen, are you?”  “No, I’m

fifteen.”  “But these are for your Mom, right?”, he tried to hint.  “No,

I’m not going to lie to you.  My mom doesn’t smoke.  I know I’m not old

enough to buy cigarettes, but I smoke, and I’d hate to run out.”  He said,

“That’s great, but don’t tell anyone where you got these, OK?”  “I won’t.

I promise.”  Lori paid the clerk and received her change.  As she turned to

leave, the clerk asked, “May I tell you something?”  “Yes.”  “I hope you

don’t think this is odd, but you’re so pretty, and  I think it’s so cool

when a girl as pretty as you smokes.  I just know you look great smoking a

cigarette.”  With that, Lori broke into a huge smile, and blushed slightly.

“Well, that’s very nice of you to say.  Thank you.”  On an afterthought,

she decided to give him more to think about.  “I really enjoy smoking.  So

it’s very nice to hear that a handsome guy like you thinks I’d look nice

with a cigarette.  You’re sweet.”

He was obviously fantasizing by this point, and managed to say, “You are so

good looking.”  At this point, Lori thought it would be a good idea to

introduce herself, and she did.  He told her his name was Kevin.  Lori had

the evening to kill.  “Why not give this guy what he wants?”, she thought.

She asked, “Kevin, I’ve never used a lighter before.  Would you mind

showing me how to work one?”  “I’d love to,” he said.  Lori opened the

package in her purse and took out a lighter.  He put his hands over Lori’s

and said, “It’s easy.  Just roll the wheel down while you push on this

button, and then hold the button down until you have your cigarette lit.”

Kevin held his hand on Lori’s as she tried it.  “OK.  See this little

thing?  That’s how you adjust the flame.”  Lori said, “Thanks a lot.  I’ve

been using matches for my cigarettes.”  She knew from the way he held her

hands that he wanted more.  Lori asked, “Do you allow smoking in your

store?”  She could sense the anticipation as he said, “Yes, of course.”

“Good.  I need a cigarette, and I’d like to light up with my new lighter.”

He wasted no time asking, “May I light your cigarette for you?”  “You sure

may.  I’ve never had a man light my cigarette.  Let me get one out.”

Lori took her Marlboro Lights from her purse, removed the wrappers and foil

and slid a cigarette from the pack, slowly and smoothly.  She positioned

the cigarette between her fingertips, smiled at Kevin, looked steadily into

his eyes, and sealed her full lips on the filter.  As an added bonus, Lori

gently moved her left hand to touch his hand as he held the flame to her

cigarette.  “I’m going to give him a nice show,” she thought.

Lori’s cheeks curved in as she drew smoke from her Marlboro Light.  She

took a long drag as she looked into his eyes, lowered her cigarette, let

her mouth pout open slightly so he could see the smoke in her mouth, and

inhaled the smoke deeper than she ever had.  As she had seen one of the

popular girls do one time, she said “Thanks” while the smoke was deep in

her lungs.  Then, smiling slightly, she held her lips together and smoothly

exhaled the smoke that had filled her lungs, slightly in profile for his

viewing pleasure.  Kevin said, “I wonder if you have any idea how beautiful

you look smoking a cigarette.  You are incredible, even without a

cigarette.  But when you blow smoke from your lips, and I hear you talking

about smoking…ohhh, man.”

Lori was feeling aroused in reaction to his obviously sincere attention,

and continued to give him all she could.  She asked, “Do a lot of guys like

girls who smoke?”  “Oh, yeah, they really do.  But they often won’t admit

it, because a lot of them don’t even know how.  I think it’s so cool when a

pretty girl smokes.  It looks nice, and I like knowing she wants to feel

good.”  Lori said, “Well, smoking definitely makes me feel good.  I taught

myself how to smoke, and I really enjoy cigarettes.”  “You taught yourself?

That is so impressive!”  “Thanks.  Smoking is something I’ve always wanted

to do.  Now I wish I had smoked when I was eleven or twelve, for sure.”

Lori decided to drive him crazy by making him think about her feelings, her

beautiful features, and her young, slender body.  She tapped the ash from

her cigarette, mostly for effect, slowly moved her cigarette to her lips,

spread her fingers just a bit, and let her cigarette move up and down in

her lips as she drew smoke from it.  Another deep inhale and endless exhale

followed.  This time Lori turned sideways to exhale, giving the appearance

of being polite, but really to give him an unforgettable view of smoke

flowing from her lips.  She knew she was driving him crazy, and she loved

it.  So she said, “I just love these Marlboro Lights.  I’ve never smoked

anything else.  I really enjoy inhaling my smoke, and they seem to have

just the right amount of nicotine for a girl my age.  Any time I want to

feel good, all I have to do is smoke.”  Kevin took a deep breath and

whispered, “God, you are gorgeous.”  Lori decided to be direct.  She asked,

“Am I turning you on?”  He took a step closer to her and sighed, “Ohhh, you

have no idea.”

Now Lori had an idea, and she meant to act on it.  She asked, “Kevin, do

you smoke?”  “Yes.”  “Would you like to smoke my cigarette with me?”  “Sure

I would,” he said, and reached out to take the cigarette from her.  She

pulled her hand back.  “No, I’m going to make you earn it.”  Lori saw there

was enough space on top of the counter, and hopped up to sit on it, facing

Kevin.  Feeling bolder than she had ever felt in her life, she extended her

long, slender legs, wrapped them around Kevin, and pulled him toward her.

Smiling at Kevin and looking steadily into his eyes, Lori held her

cigarette to her lips and sucked in smoke for several seconds.  She inhaled

the smoke, which her lungs had learned to welcome by now.  Then she held

out her arms to Kevin and said, “Come closer,” her lungs still completely

filled with smoke.  Kevin now knew what was in store for him, something he

had only dreamed of until today.  Lori held her lips apart, just touching

Kevin’s, and began to exhale smoke from her lungs, pacing her exhale with

the inhale Kevin began, until she could no longer taste smoke flowing over

her tongue.  She released her lips from Kevin’s, backed off a few inches

and watched him exhale the smoke provided from her lungs.  It was a very

heavy exhale, and Lori found it arousing to watch him releasing smoke that

had been one with her body just moments before.  He said, “Please, Lori, I

want to take more smoke from you…that was incredible.”  “Am I as nice to

smoke as a cigarette?”, she asked coyly.

Lori gave Kevin a sweet smile, tapped the ash from her cigarette, and held

it to her lips.  Never taking her eyes from his, or her long, slender legs

from around his waist, she began to draw smoke, her cheeks curving in from

the strong suction on the filter of her cigarette.  Still a new smoker, the

huge quantity of smoke burned her throat somewhat, but she enjoyed the

sensation.  She pulled for almost ten seconds, her left hand playing with

Kevin’s hair as she steadied her long, white cigarette with the fingertips

of her right hand.  Lori cared for her own needs first, drawing the smoke

into her lungs after lowering her cigarette, as she slowly moved her full

lips to within an inch of Kevin’s.  Her chest was filled with smoke, and

she was eager to please him.  Pausing before making contact with his lips,

Lori, in her clear, feminine voice, said softly, “Smoke me.”

Her open lips touched Kevin’s, and she began to exhale.  Kevin smoked Lori

as they embraced, her right hand, with her cigarette between her

fingertips, now placed flat on his rear end.  Her strong legs remained

locked around his legs.  The smoke, filtered by her lungs, was delicious,

and he drew every bit of it from her body, breaking contact with her lips

to fully inhale and exhale.

“Now it’s my turn.  I want to smoke you,” Lori purred, as she transferred

her cigarette from her fingers to his.  Kevin dragged enthusiastically,

determined to provide enough smoke for this sweet, pretty girl.  As he

lowered the cigarette, Lori placed her hands flat on either side of his

face, drawing smoke from him in perfect unison as he provided it to her.

Kevin moved his hands to Lori’s warm thighs, marveling at the softness of

the skin, in contrast to their incredibly slender, firm appearance.  He

imagined Lori without benefit of clothing, this beautiful and perfect young

woman  lying naked under him, spreading her legs for him to allow complete

physical union.  He was determined to share more pleasure with this

beautiful young smoker.  If only she were one year older!

But for now,  reality was better than fantasy, as Lori drew back, inhaled

fully, and blew smoke from her lips.  “That felt so good.  I felt so close

to you,” she said, “Isn’t it nice to smoke together?”  She took back her

cigarette and pulled on it, smoothly exhaling smoke from her lips, with

wisps of smoke from her nostrils joining the heavier smoke from her mouth.

Kevin said, “Lori, it was wonderful.  I hope we can do it again.”  “We

will.  I promise.”  She flipped her blonde hair behind her back, gently

touched his face with her hand and said, “Maybe we can think up other fun

things to do.”  “I know we can,” he sighed.  With that, Kevin took Lori’s

cigarette, tapped it out in an ash tray and made his move.  Time had to be

short before a customer walked in.  He kissed Lori passionately, not

knowing that it was her first real kiss, his hands again delighting to the

feel of her thighs.  Lori accepted his advances, unsure about the

techniques of kissing but quite content to learn as she went, just as when

she took smoke into her lungs for the first time earlier that day.  After

two short minutes of kissing, a bell rang.  Someone was getting gas

outside, and would soon walk in.  Lori and Kevin would have to schedule a

sequel for another day.

Kevin asked Lori for her phone number, but Lori declined, saying she was

not allowed to see boys yet.  But Lori did take his number and promised to

call him.  Kevin bought Lori a drink for the road.

As she hopped off the counter, Lori reached in her purse for her

cigarettes.  “You know, I’ve never smoked in public before.  I’m going to

smoke a cigarette on the way home, and I hope everyone I know sees me with

a cigarette between my fingers.  I’m proud that I smoke, thanks to you.  It

was wonderful to meet you, and I promise I’ll call.”  Lori slid a Marlboro

Light 100 from her pack, lit up with her new lighter and drew the smoke

into her lungs.  As she began to exhale, she turned toward the door to see

Mr. Williams, one of her teachers.  “Hi, Lori,” he smiled and said, “nice

to see that you’re not stuck with homework on this beautiful afternoon.”

“I’ll probably save that for this evening.  I just came in for a drink.

Well, I guess you caught me smoking.”

Mr. Williams said, “Don’t worry about it.  You’re certainly not the only

girl at school who smokes.  By the way, Lori, you look real nice smoking a

cigarette.”  “Thank you!”  “One thing though…”  “What’s that?”  “You

can’t light up in class on Monday.”  “Well, OK, if that’s the rule, I’ll

try to follow it.  See you, Mr. Williams.  I’ll see you soon, Kevin.”

Lori was all smiles as she walked from the Quicky Mart, with her fresh

cigarette between her fingers.  She had never felt more alive or more

grown-up.  She paid attention to the way she walked on the way home, tall

and proud, with real confidence and self esteem.  She knew there was

absolutely no reason to be shy anymore.  A block from her house, a car

approached.  She recognized the three guys inside as from her high school.

The car was going slowly, but had traffic behind and couldn’t stop.  They

seemed to recognize her, too, and waved.  The driver said, “Hi, there,” and

she distinctly heard one of them say, “Wow!”  Lori smiled and said, “Hi,”

and waved with her right hand, knowing full well that they noticed the

Marlboro Light between her fingers, her long, slender legs, and her silky

blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze.  She was wobbly from all the

nicotine she had received in the last hour, but welcomed the feelings as a

sign that she was smoking properly.

As she returned home, she thought to herself, “I wonder how often I should

smoke?”  She decided that every hour and a half would be about right.

Lori had trouble keeping her schedule, and found herself lighting a

cigarette every hour during the evening.  She puffed occasionally, but

found that a light inhale was more satisfying, and she was able to handle

the nicotine well if she exhaled fairly quickly.  She much preferred seeing

herself exhale  in the thin, smooth streams that inhaling allowed.  Lori

noticed that the flavor of cigarette smoke was steadily becoming more

familiar and satisfying to her, and would definitely be a welcome taste if

shecould find a way to smoke regularly.  She also enjoyed the stale, smoky

taste she experienced for a few minutes after smoking a cigarette, and

found herself smelling her fingertips after she put out a cigarette, proud

of the outward signs that she had actually smoked.

Lori didn’t set an alarm that night.  When she woke up on Saturday, she

tossed around for a bit, and then remembered the significance of the day.

It was her first full day as a cigarette smoker, and she intended to smoke

at the slightest urge today.  As she laid in bed thinking about how nice

Friday had been, she sensed an unusual feeling.  She felt a bit nervous and

uneasy.  “Could smoking be making me feel this way?”, she wondered.  “I

wonder if nicotine might help me feel better?  I should probably smoke a

cigarette pretty soon anyway, so I can get addicted to nicotine, like Mom

was.  I like smoking so much.  I wonder what it feels like to have to

smoke?  I’ll bet I find out.”

Lori picked up what she needed and started toward her bathroom, but stopped

short.  She picked up her cigarettes and lighter, just for fun.  She

started the shower and fan running, and took off her PJ’s.  As she started

to get in the shower, she glanced at her cigarettes, and turned off the

water.  She said aloud, “A cigarette right now would be so good.  I want to

smoke.”  Lori stepped to the sink and slid out a cigarette, then picked up

her lighter.  She lit up, eagerly took smoke from her cigarette, and

inhaled deeply.  As she began to exhale, she looked up at her image in the

mirror.  Cigarette smoke flowed smoothly from her lips.

She was not prepared for what she saw, because the image was one of a

woman, smoking a cigarette.  Her once boyish, adolescent body had given way

to the curves and features of a very attractive young woman.  Her body was

incredibly lean at 5′ 7″ and only 105 pounds, but there was NO mistaking

her as a boy.  Lori admired herself as she smoked.  She was pretty, very

pretty, and three men had told her so in the last 24 hours, not even

counting the boys in the car!  Her new smoking habit (at least she hoped it

was a habit) served its purpose beautifully.  Smoking helped her feel good

about herself and admire herself, and to others it called attention to her

beautiful, feminine features.

Lori thoroughly enjoyed her cigarette as she practiced her smoking style

and alternately, admired her beauty in the mirror.  The excitement of this

revelation, plus going without nicotine for several hours, easily persuaded

her to smoke her cigarette like a woman, with steady, deep inhales.  She

welcomed the satisfaction she received from cigarette smoke, and was

incredibly proud of her image as a smoker.

Once per hour, Lori went to the patio, placed a cigarette in her mouth and

smoked until there was no tobacco left.  All smoke was now drawn into her

lungs.  In early afternoon, Lori set aside any fear of being caught.  She

opened the windows of the family room, lit a cigarette and smoked as she

watched TV.  She took great pride in her new ability to blow smoke halfway

across the room.  She became vocal in expressing the pleasure she received

from cigarette smoke.  After a long, smooth exhale, she sighed, “Oh, it

feels so good to smoke.  I love what a cigarette does for me.  I want to

smoke the rest of my life.  I love having a cigarette between my fingers.”

Lori made a decision to once again smoke a cigarette in public.  She put

her cigarettes and lighter in her purse, tossed it over her shoulder and

hopped on her bike to spend some time at the mall.  It was only a few

blocks away, and a short ride to get there.  Lori walked into the mall,

content to shop alone, because she knew without a doubt that she didn’t

have to be alone anymore.  She picked out a cute sweatshirt, and spent some

time in the bookstore.  Eventually came the irresistible urge.  “I think

I’ll have a cigarette,” she thought to herself.  She went to the food court

and got a drink, and sat down on a bench (near an ashtray) in the busiest

area of the mall.  As she took her Marlboro Lights from her purse, Lori

told herself, “I’m going to smoke, and I don’t care who sees me.  I’m going

to inhale, and I’m going to sit here and smoke until I’ve finished my


She confidently placed her cigarette in her mouth, flicked the lighter and

sucked firmly on the filter.  Smoke flowed into Lori’s lungs, and she

smoothly exhaled as she brushed back her blonde hair.  “I want people to

see me smoking,” she thought, “I enjoy cigarettes, and men have told me I

look nice smoking them.”  As she exhaled her next drag, Lori saw two girls

walking toward her.  It was Heather and Ashley, the two most popular girls

in her class.  They were cute, smart and rich, and many of their classmates

envied them.  Lori realized that they were walking up to her, and smiled at

them when they made eye contact.

Heather said, “Hi.  Aren’t you new at Central?”  “That’s right.  I’ve been

there all of three weeks.  I’m Lori.”  “It’s nice to meet you.  I’m

Heather, and this is Ashley.  How do you like it at Central?”  “It seems to

be a good school and a fun place, but I really haven’t met anyone yet.

Would you like to sit down?”  “Sure.  Ashley hasn’t had a cigarette since

lunch, and she’s getting cranky on me.”  Lori asked, “Would you like one of

mine?”  “No, thanks.  I never go anywhere without my cigarettes.”  Both

girls lit up.  “Feel better?,” Heather asked Ashley as she lowered her

cigarette.  “Three more drags and I will,” Ashley said, with smoke

beginning to leave her lips as she spoke.  She held her lips together and

exhaled smoothly for several seconds.  Ashley asked, “Lori, why don’t we

ever see you smoking outside between classes?”  “I had no idea where to

go.”  “Meet me by my locker on Monday morning.  That is, if you can get

away from the boys long enough.”  “I’ll be there.”  Heather asked, “When we

finish our cigarettes, would you like to go over to the other side of the

mall with us?  We haven’t hit all the stores yet.”  “Absolutely!”

Lori spent the next hour and a half with her new friends, was invited to a

party the following weekend, and found herself accepted as an equal with

her well-connected new friends.  Heather and Ashley both seemed extremely

impressed and jealous when they learned that Lori was allowed to stay home

alone for three days.

Sunday was another great day.  When she woke up, Lori knew that something

was happening to her body.  She had a restless sensation that was hard to

ignore.  She decided to have a look at the Sunday paper before her shower,

but there was a feeling, a thought that she couldn’t let go of…Lori had

not smoked a cigarette in nine hours and right now, her young body was

pleading with her mind to smoke tobacco…or was that vice versa?

Lori picked up her cigarettes and lighter and went onto the patio with

great anticipation.  She thought about what she wanted, and what she

needed.  She looked forward to the feeling of the long white cylinder

between her fingers.  She slid a cigarette from the pack and admired the

image of it resting comfortably between her fingertips.  She was proud of

her attractive hands.  Her cigarette called attention to her unusually

long, slender fingers.  She once again reflected on the compliments and

social connections that she enjoyed since she had begun to smoke.  Lori

missed the strong but delicious taste that only a burning cigarette could

provide to her.  She longed for the pleasant rush, the physical

satisfaction that cigarette smoke delivered so quickly and reliably.  And

she admitted readily that she wanted the feeling of self-confidence that

came as she watched the smooth streams of blue-gray smoke flowing from her

lips.  Lori now realized that smoking was something wonderful she could do

for her body, as well as her mind, and she was very thankful that she had

had the courage to purchase cigarettes and learn to use them.

Once again, Lori added to her experience by verbalizing her thoughts.  She

looked at the cigarette between her fingers and said, “I’m going to light

this cigarette and smoke it.  I’ll hold the filter to my lips and suck

smoke into my lungs.I want nicotine from my cigarette.  If I smoke, I’ll

get nicotine, and it’ll be wonderful.  This cigarette is going to taste so

good.  And I’m going to look so pretty smoking my cigarette.”

With that, Lori placed her cigarette between her lips, cupped her hands

around the tip and lit up.  Her cheeks curved in noticeably as she set

aside her lighter.  Seconds came and went as she drew smoke into her

slender, feminine body.  As she brought her fingers to her cigarette to

lower it, she inhaled to lure the smoke deeper into her lungs.  Lori held

the smoke in her chest for several seconds, anticipating the satisfaction

to follow.  Finally, smoothly, she held her lips close together and

exhaled.  Smoke from her nostrils joined the smoothly flowing smoke from

her lips, and Lori smiled.  She looked at the cigarette between her

fingers, noting that smoke was still flowing from the filter.  “So good,”

she said softly, “Why didn’t I smoke cigarettes when I was eleven or

twelve?  I was so cute then.  Imagine if I smoked when I was a little girl.

I could have, and I should have.”

Lori got up and walked around the back yard in her P. J.s and bare feet.

She took deep draws of smoke from her cigarette, inhaling each as deeply as

possible.  Today, though, the nicotine was not making her light-headed or

wobbly.  Her body totally welcomed the smoke.  Each inhalation brought

satisfaction.  This morning, the smoke flowing over her tongue as it

traveled into and out of her body tasted delicious.  Lori looked at the

now-short cigarette between her fingers and said, “Wow.  Smoking just keeps

getting better and better.  I’m going to smoke cigarettes the rest of my

life.  It’s a done deal.”

Lori smoked at regular intervals throughout the day.  By early evening she

had smoked ten cigarettes, and her supply was a bit low.  She made yet

another visit to Quicky Mart, this time with a lit cigarette between her

fingers, and this time bought a carton of Marlboro Lights 100s.  It was an

outward commitment to smoking that Lori wanted to make.  At the same time,

she made a silent commitment.  Monday evening, she intended to smoke a

cigarette in front of her parents.

Monday morning, Lori awoke to her alarm and hurried outside for a

cigarette, which she smoked with great pleasure.  She picked out a cute

sweater that modestly called attention to her firm breasts and a short,

pleated skirt.  She carefully applied some make-up.  School was a few

blocks away, and there was time to walk.  On the street in front of her

house, Lori paused to light a cigarette, and she smoked on the way to

school, fully aware that some of the boys in her class would drive by her.

By mid-morning, Lori was more than ready for nicotine, and she found

Heather.  There was a ten-minute break, and Heather led her to an

out-of-the-way back entrance.  There were several of the cutest and

best-liked girls in the school, each with a cigarette between her fingers.

More importantly, there were cute boys, too.  Lori could feel them watching

her as she placed a cigarette between her fingers and accepted a light from

Heather.  Rather than feeling self-conscious, she delighted in the

attention, aware that men found her smoking very, very attractive.  She did

not smoke to impress them.  She smoked in the way that satisfied her,

knowing that her ladylike drags and smooth exhales would attract any boy

who was even remotely heterosexual.  Before the ten minutes were up and her

cigarette was finished, every one of the boys had made it a point to meet

her, and some told her they had been hoping someone would introduce them.

After school, the two cigarettes that Lori smoked seemed better than ever,

especially since she worried that they might be her last until she was

eighteen.  Her parents got home in time for a late dinner.  During dessert,

Lori said, “Mom and Dad, I need to tell you something really important.  I

need to be honest with you.  And I need your understanding, maybe more than

anytime in my life.”  “What is it, Lori?”, her dad asked.  “Mom and Dad,

while you were gone, I bought a pack of cigarettes.  I’ve been too shy to

say anything, but I’ve been very curious about what it would be like to

smoke a cigarette.”  Lori’s face began to turn red.  “Go ahead, Lori.  It’s

OK,” her dad said.  “I didn’t mean to be bad, but Mom had told me some nice

things, and I just had to know what it would feel like.  And, well, I

smoked a cigarette.”

He reached over and took her hand, which was shaking.  “Relax, Lori, ” he

said, “You’re a teenager, and it’s only natural that you’d be curious about

such things.”  “I suppose you’re probably pretty mad at me.  It’s something

I’ve wanted to do for a couple of years, but I was too shy until now to say

so.”  He said, “I’m not mad at you, Lori.  You’re fifteen years old now.

You’re old enough to smoke.”  “Really?  I am?”  “Many girls start with

cigarettes when they’re much younger than you.  Let’s have some more

honesty now.  Did you enjoy smoking?”  “I loved it.  I can’t explain it too

well, but smoking that cigarette made me feel good about myself.  I’m not

ashamed that I smoked, but I feel guilty for not asking first.”

Her mother said, “Lori, smoking your first cigarette is a part of growing

up.  It’s natural to feel a little guilty afterward.  It’s a big decision

and a big step, but it’s OK.  Now…I think it goes without saying that

there was more than one cigarette involved here.  How many?”  “About

twenty-five, I guess.”  “Lori, have you made the decision to smoke, if we

permit it?”  “Yes, I have.”  “Have you inhaled smoke into your lungs?”

“Yes, I have.  On Sunday, I woke up with this empty feeling.  I lit a

cigarette and inhaled a few times, and it made me feel so satisfied.  I

love the idea of smoking to get nicotine.  It’s the nicest thing I’ve ever

done for myself.  I know it’s not a very good idea, but if I could be

allowed to smoke, I’d be the happiest girl in the world.  I’d feel so grown

up.  I wouldn’t feel shy anymore.”

Her dad asked, “How many cigarettes are we talking about?”  “Probably just

ten or fifteen a day.”  Lori’s dad squeezed her hand.  “Alright.  We’ll get

you a carton of cigarettes tomorrow.  Your mom and I have talked about this

day long since, and we made our decision.  Lori, you may smoke.”

Her mom said, “Congratulations, Lori.  Starting to smoke is a big step, but

you’ve earned it.  You’ve been a very responsible girl and a straight-A

student, and we’re confident that you won’t let smoking take first place

over your studies and family responsibilities.”  “It won’t, Mom, I promise.

And now I can smoke while I study.  I’ll probably be getting extra-credit

points!”  Her mom laughed and said, “I’m sure you will.”

“Will it bother you guys if I smoke in the house?  I can go outside if you

like.”  “We’ll deal with it,” her dad said.  “Now, Lori, there’s one little

obstacle that you’d just as well get out of the way.”  “What’s that?”

“Sooner or later you’re going to have to smoke a cigarette in front of your

parents.  How about making it now?  I’m looking forward to seeing you with

a cigarette.”  Lori smiled and said, “OK, Daddy, if you’re going to twist

my arm.  I’d like to smoke now.”

Lori went upstairs for her Marlboro Lights 100s and lighter.  Smoking a

cigarette with her parents’ permission was for her at this moment the

ultimate step toward self-confidence and adult privileges.  This seemed too

good to be true.  She knew she was now able to smoke like a woman, and with

real style as well.  She returned to the dining room with her cigarettes,

standing tall and proud, and took her seat with a smile on her face.  An

ash tray had appeared at her place during her absence.

As Lori slid a 100 from the box, her dad extended his hand and asked, “May

I give you a light?”  “Thanks, Daddy.”  She placed her Marlboro Light

between her fingertips and moved it to her lips as her father held a flame

to the tip of her cigarette.  Lori felt her parents’ admiring eyes as,

eager for the taste and satisfaction of smoke, her lips and lungs worked in

unison to draw a heavy cloud of smoke from the filter.  She treated her

body to the pleasures of cigarettesmoke, inhaling smoothly and deeply.  At

last the smoke flowed from her full lips, steadily and almost endlessly.

Lori sighed, “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.”  Her mother

said, “Lori, you don’t need to tell us.  You just showed us.”  “You look

incredibly attractive with a cigarette.  You just look beautiful smoking.

I’m going to be very proud when you smoke in front of my friends,” her dad

said.”  “Thank you, Daddy.”  Lori held her cigarette to her lips with her

long fingers, breathed the smoke that she had so quickly learned to love,

and proudly exhaled  from her lips and nose.

She decided to give her proud dad something in return.  Looking at him, she

asked, “You don’t mind if I inhale the smoke, do you?”  “You’re a smoker,

Lori, and that goes with the territory.  It’s up to you to decide how to

use your cigarette, and how often to smoke one.  We’ll go shopping tonight,

and I’ll buy you a carton or two of cigarettes, whatever kind you want, and

anything else you’ll need for smoking.”

Lori resisted lighting a second cigarette right away as she tapped out her

first.  She didn’t want her parents to think she was out of control, but

did smoke twenty minutes later as she helped her mother in the kitchen.

“You know, Lori, I’ve always expected that you would want to smoke.  I

understand the choice that you’ve made, and the feelings you’re having.

Now and then, even when you were a little girl, I’ve thought about how

pretty you would look smoking a cigarette.  I never offered you cigarettes

because I wanted you to wait until you wanted them badly enough to ask for

permission to smoke.  Smoking will give you social advantages that you

otherwise wouldn’t have, and in today’s climate will cause you hassles at

times, but I know you’re mature enough to handle both.  I never regretted

that I smoked as a girl, and neither will you.”

And that’s the story of Lori’s introduction to smoking.  She has happily

settled into a fifteen cigarette a day habit, smoking a cigarette a day for

each of her fifteen years.  Lori has become a close and valued friend of

Heather and Ashley as a result of their cigarette breaks during and after

school.  They have come to appreciate Lori’s intelligence and quiet

self-confidence, and somewhat reluctantly accept the fact that boys are at

least equally attracted to Lori, and most certainly when she is smoking a


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