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SRU: Pipe Dreams
By Persephone
Lee was on his way home from work when he decided to swing into
the mall parking lot and do some shopping. He was out of a few
things at home and thought he would stop in and pick them up. He
needed a refill cartridge for his printer and some paper from the
office supply place. He also wanted to pick up a few things from
the variety drug store at the far end of the mall while he was
there.
Lee found his printer cartridge and paper and was headed for the
other end of the mall when he noticed that the tobacconist shop
was just up ahead and getting closer. Lee knew that part of the
reason he came to the mall rather than stop at a place in his
neighborhood was the tobacconist shop. He just wanted to look one
more time. Just check out the Meerschaum pipes again one more
time. Especially that beautifully carved head of the woman or
maybe the Meerschaum pipe that was carved in the form of a
gorgeous naked lady. He also wanted to look at the carved heads
of the other Meerschaum pipes. Maybe he could just smell some of
the tobacco one more time too while he was there. Yep, there he
was. He was now standing right outside the door of the
tobacconist's facing the door.
Lee turned away from the door back towards the mall. He thought
it would be better if he just left. He knew he really shouldn't
go in there. He quit smoking the pipe over a month ago on the
advice of his doctor and was determined to stay quit this time. A
heart attack will do that to you. He still had his pipe
collection and he reasoned that he could go in, look at the
pipes, maybe even buy one and it would be all right. He just
wouldn't buy any tobacco. He didn't have any tobacco hidden at
home anymore. He didn't have any in the car, or out in the shed
or anyplace else either. He had finally gotten rid of it all. No,
Lee didn't smoke the pipe anymore. He had finally quit. All he
had left was his pipe collection and the desire and he had
control of the desire. Lee had everything under control so what
could it hurt to go in there.
He turned around again and took the doorknob in his hand, turned
it and he walked through. There was the tinkling of a small bell
as the door opened and Lee thought to himself, 'I haven't heard
one of those bells in years.' as he looked up at the bell and
watched the door hit it again as it swung shut. He was still
looking at the door when he heard a noise from the back of the
shop and turned around to look in the direction of the noise.
As he glanced around he thought he had just dropped in on a
garage sale for the Adam's Family. There was all manner of
strange junk on shelves and hanging from the walls. One thing
that Lee was sure of, he wasn't where he had thought he was. This
definitely was not the tobacco shop. What happened? Did he have
the wrong door? No. He couldn't have. He distinctly remembered
seeing the tobacco shop sign over the door when he walked up to
the shop. It was the tobacco shop door that he had opened because
he remembered the warning sign about being over 18 to enter.
'What the heck is going on here? Am I going nuts?' Lee thought to
himself.
"You're just fine Lee. Fear not for I know where you are. This is
Spells R Us and I am the Wizard."
Lee turned quickly and saw an old man standing behind the counter
next to an old brass cash register. He was wearing what looked
like... an old bathrobe? Lee said, "Okay. So, where did you say I
am? What is this place? Who or what did you say you were? And
where is the tobacco shop that was just here?"
"Lee, Lee, Lee. You don't listen very well do you? I told you
that this place is Spells R Us. It is a magic shop where you may
purchase all manner of magic paraphernalia, spells, incantations
and other associated sundries. I said that I am a wizard. I run
the shop with the aid of my assistant who has gone missing for
the moment. As far as the tobacco shop is concerned, you don't
need it. You know you only quit smoking the pipe a month ago. You
know it's bad for your health. You know it stinks and that you
stink when you smoke it. You also know that the last place you
should go right now is to a tobacconist shop. You don't have the
will power. It's too soon after quitting."
Lee looked at the old man and thought, 'I really hate these self
righteous non-smoker types.' Then he said, "How do you know that
I smoked the pipe or that I quit? Oh, right. You're a wizard. I
forgot. Right. Well don't worry about it old man. I've quit for
good and I can handle it. I was just going to look at some of the
fancy hand carved Meerschaum pipes that they import from Turkey.
I don't smoke anymore but I still collect them. Besides, it's
really none of your business what I do or where I go!"
'"Old man?" None of my business? This one needs some special
attention I think.' Thought the Wizard. "You say you just collect
eh. Well, I might just have something that would be of interest
to you. If you only collect that is. Ah yes, here is what I was
looking for." The Wizard said as he took a black object off of
the shelf behind the counter and handed it to Lee.
Lee immediately recognized it as the typical black, velvet lined
pipe shaped container that usually held very fine Meerschaum
pipes. He had a number of them at home but he had never seen one
quite this large. He felt a pang of excitement as he reached for
the object being offered by the Wizard. He took it in his hand,
carefully unhooked the catch and opened it up. He caught his
breath as he gazed upon the finest example of the pipe maker's
art he had ever seen. There, resting on soft red velvet was a
hand carved Meerschaum pipe with a genuine amber stem and a
filigreed gold ring between the stem and the pipe.
The pipe was well used and had the golden brown patina that comes
with age and use. As Lee carefully lifted the pipe from its case
by the stem being mindful not to touch the Meerschaum he looked
at the carving. There was an intricate filigree of branches and
leaves around the bowl that connected three picture panels. On
the right side of the bowl was the strong handsome face of a man
in the style of a Greek god. On the left side of the bowl was a
panel with the face of a beautiful goddess with her long flowing
hair becoming part of the filigree. The coloring of the pipe
almost making the hair an auburn color. The front of the bowl
showed a two faced head like the god Janus but with one half male
facing the right panel and the other half was the female goddess
facing the left panel.
'I have to have this pipe.' Thought Lee as he carefully placed it
back into its velvet lined case and closed and latched it. "How
much are you asking for this?" Lee asked casually.
"Its quite old and a very special piece." The wizard said with a
twinkle in his eye. "But for you I'll let it go for only fifty
dollars."
Lee took out his wallet and pulled out two twenties and a ten
which he handed to the Wizard. He then picked up the pipe case. A
small thrill of excitement ran through him as he held his prize.
That only leaves me with ten bucks left in my wallet. He thought
to himself, 'Fifty is a steal for this pipe. I got the best of
this old man. Wizard my ass.'
As the wizard took the money and put it in the old brass cash
register he was thinking, 'We'll see about your ass Lee.' Then
the wizard called after Lee as he headed for the door, "Oh Lee,
there is one thing that I must warn you about before you go. You
must never, ever, smoke that pipe. But then, that's not a problem
for you, is it, Lee? You quit smoking last month, didn't you? But
regardless, remember my warning and never smoke that pipe because
if you do you will never smoke a pipe again. Have a nice day
Lee." The wizard smiled as Lee walked out the door holding his
prize and he wondered just how long it would be.
As Lee left the shop and reentered the mall he turned to look
back at the shop again. It was now the tobacconist shop. 'But how
could that be?' Lee wondered. 'I was just in there and it was
that magic shop. What did the old man call it? Spells R Us or
something like that. I must be having hallucinations or
delusions.' He thought. But there in his hand was the pipe case
and there in front of him was the tobacco shop. He tucked the
pipe into his coat pocket and headed for the door. As he entered
the tobacconist's the owner looked up and said, "Lee. Haven't
seen you in a month or more. You must need some more of your
special blend by now. How much do you want?"
Lee thought, I don't want to hurt his feelings so I'll just buy a
little bit. "Give me about six ounces, Ed." He said. Ed took out
Lee's card from the index and started to mix different tobaccos
on the scale. When he finished he dumped the scale pan into a zip
lock bag and sealed it. He wrote the blend on the bag and handed
it to Lee.
"That'll be ten bucks, Lee."
"Here you go Ed." Lee said as he handed him the last of his cash.
After a quick glance at the pipes displayed in the case Lee left
the shop. 'None of those pipes compared to what I have in my
pocket.' he thought as he headed for his car. He was broke now so
he decided to forget the variety store and just drive home.
Besides, he had a new prize he wanted to look at more closely.
When Lee got home he carefully set his new pipe and the tobacco
on the end table next to his favorite easy chair in the den. He
went into the kitchen and prepared his dinner and then sat down
and ate. After dinner and cleaning up Lee went to the den and sat
in his easy chair. He turned on the television and made himself
comfortable. Then he picked up the black pipe case and opened it
up. There it was. That beautiful old Meerschaum pipe. What a coop
getting it for only fifty dollars. He slipped on a pair of white
cotton gloves before he carefully removed the pipe from the case.
He turned it over in his hands admiring every bit of the fine
carving and intricate detail. He had never seen such a unique
design. This was going to be the centerpiece of his collection.
Lee looked at the bag of his special blend and thought about just
one bowl. I'll just smoke one bowl of my special blend and then
I'll put the pipe in the display case and never smoke it again.
He picked up the tobacco, opened the bag and carefully packed the
bowl full. He achieved the proper density by packing it with his
finger and then put the amber bit in his mouth and struck a
match. As he moved the match closer to the bowl he thought, 'Now
what was it the old man said? "Remember my warning and never
smoke that pipe because if you do you will never smoke a pipe
again." I wonder what the heck he could have meant by that.'
The match ignited the tobacco as Lee drew on the pipe. The aroma
of his special blend filled the room and Lee closed his eyes as
he drew on the pipe again and the cool smoke filled his mouth.
'How good that tastes.' he thought. The taste of the tobacco and
the Meerschaum caressed his taste buds. Then Lee felt a slight
lightheadedness as he drew on the pipe for the third time. 'Boy,
I haven't smoked for over a month and I'm getting a high from
it.' He thought. He laid his head back in the chair and drew on
the pipe again. There was a feeling that rushed through his
entire body. Numbness in his fingers was first. Then a prickling
sensation almost like goose flesh but all over his body. He tried
to get up but couldn't. His body was not responding. His head was
in a fog. He was dizzy and disoriented. This was totally weird.
This had never happened to him before. Not even the time his
buddy had slipped that 'wacky tabaccy' into his tobacco pouch.
The pipe was still in his hand and the bit was in his mouth and
he found himself drawing on the pipe one more time. A sudden rush
hit him, his whole body stiffened and then it was over. The
strange feeling flowed out of him.
Lee found himself looking at the Meerschaum pipe in his hand but
it wasn't his hand. The gloves were gone and the hand was a fine,
smooth, small hand with long well manicured nails with amber
polish on them. There was a filigreed gold band on his right ring
finger like the one on the stem of his new pipe. The hand was
attached to a small almost hairless arm, which led his gaze up
and over to look at the swellings on his chest and the ample
cleavage visible in the v-neck of the soft silk blouse that he
was now wearing. The blouse was the soft golden brown patina
color of his new Meerschaum pipe. He saw the long waves of auburn
hair that cascaded over his shoulders and down onto his full
bosom like the waves of hair of the goddess. Then he looked down
at the dark tobacco brown pleated skirt that ran down from the
small waist over the full hips to just above his knees. His The
legs were propped up on the footstool and crossed at the ankles.
They were now shapely nylon encased legs that ran from the bottom
of the skirt to a pair of dainty feet wearing dark brown pumps
with 3-inch heels. Lee reached up with his left hand and felt the
soft smooth flesh of his hairless face as he glanced to his left
and looked in the mirror on the wall across the room. It was the
beautiful young face of the goddess from the pipe.
The last thing that Lee saw just before he screamed and lost
consciousness were the faces on the pipe. The face on the left-
hand side of the old Meerschaum pipe was a man's face. His face!
The face of the goddess was gone. The Greek god was still on the
on the right side of the bowl but the middle panel was now a two
faced man, Lee's face and the Greek god.
Meanwhile in a Mall in Dover, Delaware the wizard paused and
smiled. "Well, I warned you that you would never smoke the pipe
again. After all, proper young ladies just don't smoke pipes, now
do they Leigh? Score one for us self righteous non-smoker types!"
Pipe Dreams (c) 3/26/2001, Persephone
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