Fire everywhere. Flames lick at the edge of the bed. I reach for you but you are gone. I jump out of my bed. Don’t touch the doorknob I think I learned someplace. I am walking along a burning hallway, skirting passed flames, a burning piece of lumber crashing through the ceiling just like in the movies… Wait a second, we live in a damn apartment building ––

I wake up, the acrid smell of smoke still lingering in my nose as the tendrils of dream subside. I reach for your side of the bed, but find only blankets… well, that part was true. I sigh as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, adjusting my plaid boxers for comfort as I stand. I know where you are……

...and I find you there. Draped across the broad windowsill like some sort of pelt claimed in conquest from distant hunting grounds. A happy pink nipple pokes out from the robe, now fallen down your shoulder, and the sinews on your tiny neck stand out as your lips purse and pull, illuminated by the cherry red glow of your cigarette.

“You know that’s bad for you,” I say with an outstretched hand. Your eyes flash as I claim the cigarette from you, my eyes drinking in your body as I pull in a drag. I let the smoke roll out of my mouth slowly, watching the curls of grey smoke as they pass between me and your long legs and needy eyes. “I thought we had an understanding,” I add sternly.

My hand around your tiny ankle turns your whimpering protestations into a yelp of surprise as I pull you up and off-balance. My eyes can’t help but flicker down to see your pouty lips poking around the askew thong you’re wearing. “You said you were never going to go back to the smoke shop!” I say as I put the cigarette back gently between your lips – my other hand busy getting a grip on your undies so that I can yank them off in one clean movement as you exhale.

“Give me that!” I demand, snatching the lit stick out of your hand. You open your mouth to protest, but your underwear is already stuffed where your tongue should be! You gasp for breath as I turn you over – your reward is a lungful of pussy and secondhand smoke.

“Now, now… what should we do with such a sneaky, naughty girl?” I say as the now-tiny cigarette burns toward filter, “I think somebody needs a lesson!” Your world suddenly goes dark as I toss the bottom of your robe up over your head, your bare, pale ass now hanging over the edge of the sill, your banged-up knees almost reaching the floor….