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Subject: My Story Pt 2 Author: Joyce (Smokey) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:39:14 07/10/07 Tue By this point, I started to really like the taste and feeling of smoking, and smoked a few everytime my parents were out. Now I was fully inhaling, and really enjoying my smokes. There was a period of two days where my parents didn't leave, and by the second day, I really wanted to smoke so I grabbed a full pack from my mom's carton, put it in my pocket, went up to my room, and locked the door. I quickly lit the cigarette and took a looong drag. It felt so good, I immideatly took another. By this point, ashes started to form on the end of the cigarette, so I grabbed an empty glass and used it as an ashtray. My body was in extecey, I felt amazing. After I finished this cigarette I lit up another one. It was at this point that I knew I wanted to be a smoker. I hid the "ashtray" in the closet, and went downstairs to watch TV. About an hour later, I heard my name being yelled out from my room in an angry tone. I was scared. I walked up the stairs, and my mother was holding the glass I used for an ashtray, and the pack of cigarettes I stole. Her next action shocked me. She pulled one of my cigarettes out, lit it, took a drag, and handed it to me. I was super confused, but took a long drag on the cigarette. I handed it back to her, and she smoked it while she talked to me. She told me, "Joyce honey, I know how smoking is, and know how the addiction works. Are you addicted?" I told her that I had a craving for a cigarette and that while I was smoking it it felt amazing. She sighed and exhaled her smoke. She simply replied, "I understand. If you want to smoke, I can't stop you know. The cigarettes are in the pantry. The one thing I ask is that you don't smoke in public for a while, I don't want us getting arrested." I was thrilled, and replied with a joyfull "Thank You," and lit up a cigarette. Mom and I sat on my bed and smoked the rest of our cigarettes, and then left. She then gave me an ashtray and a lighter. I was so happy that I didn't have to hide my smoking anymore, and smoked around 10 cigarettes in the rest of the day. More in the next message! [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]