Smoking can kill you, he said, and I replied: sounds better than being bored to death

Where there's smoke there's fire. Where there's fire there's passion. Where there's passion there's a girl smoking.

Sometimes the fridge is empty. Sometimes you run out of booze. Sometimes a guy hits you for no reason. Sometimes life doesn't seem worth living. Sometimes you hate yourself. But there's never a time when you don't enjoy a smoke.

At 14, I started sneaking behind the dormitories at school to smoke and I guess I just never got out of the habit. It's that sense of doing something that you shouldn't be doing that appeals to me. Appeals to most of us, I guess.

When the tip of his tongue touches the little hard nub of my clitoris I feel the same jolt in my sex as I do in my throat when I light up. There must be a connection.