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One of my favourite writers on Fictionmania when I first started was Verna Benson, I do not know Verna or if she is still among us. Since its now ten years since she posed anything I have written this as something of a homage to her stories. I've pinched loads of idea's from her to write this and I guess in a way she could be considered a co- author. Developing an Addiction. By Trish. I'll never forget how I met her, the woman who twenty years ago changed my life. It was at the end of my first year at university just a few days after the student union residence where I had been living closed. Needing somewhere to live in a hurry I checked out the usual student ghettos but did not find anything suitable and was starting to think I would never find somewhere until while on a delivery for work I saw a flat for rent that seemed perfect. It was not in perhaps the nicest part of town, being in one of those close knit working class areas where everyone knew everyone and law and order issues were handled with out involving the police. Having said that the flat was ideally placed being with in walking distance of both the University and the supermarket where I worked as a home delivery driver. Calling the landlord to view the place I arranged to see it and after a look round the place I put in an offer. Telling me he would let me know I walked back from the bedsit flat and saw a corner shop. Since I had a half hour to kill before my bus out of town I decided to check it out and went to buy a packet of crisps, a bottle of pop and a paper to pass the time at the bus station. It was very much an old fashioned corner shop. The kind of place that sold a little of everything and it reminded me of Arkwright's shop from that old telly comedy Open All Hours. The shop smelt of newspapers, and the stench of tobacco smoke curling up from a long slender feminine cigarette smouldering in an ashtray next to the cash register. Naturally being a non smoker the smoke just had to drift my way making me wave my hand to clear it from my face. Although I did not like smoking there was something kind of captivating about that long slender cigarette with the lipstick marked gold bands decorating the filter tip. In a strange and darkly perverse way it somehow just screamed femininity at me. Feeling a flush of embarrassment when I wondered what it tasted like I blushed and picked up a newspaper, carton of Vimto and a bag of crisps. Calling curiously, "Hello?" The owner must have heard me because a voice called through a doorway behind the counter. "I'll be with you in a moment pet." Only a moment later an attractive if somewhat tarty looking middle aged woman walked through the door way. Giving me a smile she picked up the cigarette and took a deep drag sighing with pleasure before she said blowing a plume of smoke towards the ceiling, "Hello poppet, just the paper, pop and crisps is it?" Although I had never in my life considered smoking anything other than a filthy habit, at that moment there was something truly erotic about the sight of the long brown cigarette, held to her strident red lips. The image engraved its self into my mind and sent a powerfully sexual rush through my body. Gob smacked I nodded as twin plumes of smoke trickled from her nostrils. Giving me a smile she held the cigarette in a stylised and very feminine way. "That's one sixty please?" I felt my heart back flipping as her over powering femininity hit me smack between the eyes. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have considered smoking a feminine thing but this woman made what I saw as a disgusting habit seem intensely sensual and enticing. Blushing like mad with my mind a whirl with erotic images I tore my eyes away she lifted it back to her lips for another drag. Blushing with embarrassment about how her smoking was turning me on I fiddled with my change and took a proper look at her. She was a forty something 'bottle' blonde with an alluringly over made- up face dominated by a pair of captivating brown eyes that glittered behind her thick glasses. Her rounded face was framed by a mass of long hair styled in a complex 'up do' that just added to her an ageing tart image. It was an image that was not helped by how her clothing displayed her voluptuous body. A tight sleeveless white blouse, that emphasised her full breasts worn with a black knee length pencil skirt which had a short split on the left side that flashed her nylon covered thigh at me in time with the staccato clicking of her high heel shoes on the wooden floor. She held the cigarette between her first and second fingertips, which were tipped by fiery red nails projecting at least an inch past her fingertips. Like many 'local' women she wore a lot of jewellery, numerous rings on her fingers, a pair of large gold earrings, three or four slender gold chains about her neck along with a thick watch chain necklace and several bracelets on each wrist that jingled as she lifted her cigarette to her lips. Captivated I knew I had to go before I embarrassed myself completely and mumbling. "Tarra," I left the store, feeling giddy with pent up sexual excitement! When I lost my parents a couple of years earlier in a car accident, I had been taken in by my only living relative a great aunt on my mums side of the family and when my student union digs closed I had moved back in with her for a couple of weeks. I did not mind to much about moving back in with her as I wanted to spend time with her but it was not easy, because she was no longer the woman I once knew. Now that her motor-neuron disease was in its final stages she was pretty much dependant upon her carer and spent most of her time in a drug induced la-la land! With my mind still a whirl with image of almost sexual pleasure the 'brassy' shop lady took from smoking that cigarette I got back to my aunts feeling like I was buzzing. She captivated me and after much mental argument drove me to steal a pack of my aunts Benson and Hedges Lights. I sat there gazing at the pack for an age before I finally gave into the temptation, and with my hands shaking lit my first ever cigarette. It made me feel a little sick and made my head spin but seeing myself reflected in the mirror holding a cigarette like the shop lady gave me a hard on like I had never felt before... Next day at work the look of pleasure in the woman's eyes still captivated me and by the end of the week the stolen pack of Benson's was almost empty. I knew I should not be doing it for all sorts of reasons but I could not stop myself wanting to buying my own... Even though I knew the sort of cigarettes my Aunt smoked were a quintessentially feminine brand for me there was something ever so sexy about the long white packet and the thought of buying a pack from the lady in the shop just made it all the more erotic. Next day at work I felt a dizzy sense of excitement knowing I was going to buy my first packet of cigarettes from the lady who had been filling my head with erotic thoughts all week! With my hands shaking with excitement I walked in and there she was stood behind the counter wearing a shiny red blouse and tight black polyester pants worn with a garish gold belt. I felt my heart leap into my mouth because I walked in just at the right moment to see her take a fresh cigarette from a black and gold packet with the words Embassy Slims 120 in gold on the outside. Preying that she would not hear the fear filled excitement in my voice I asked for a pack of Benson and Hedges Lights. I guess I deep down I hoped/expected to be challenged since this was the first time I had ever bought a packet of cigarettes. God knows what she must have been thinking when the woman looked at me. I felt her eyes running over my face and body, taking in my slender figure, tied back shoulder length hair and immature looks as she half- nodded and said with a knowing look in her eyes, "You're a little young to be smoking aren't you?" "I'm 18," I answered. "Yeah and I'm the queen of England?" She said with a smirk removing a pack from the rack behind the till. As I had half expected this, I said something about having my driving licence as proof of age if she wanted to see it? May be she was about to say yes, but then she looked at me again and said, "Oh now I know you... You're the lad who drives the Supermarket delivery van? Why didn't you grab them there?" "I forgot." I shrugged hoping it came out more naturally than it felt to me. "Did you now?" She said placing the pack in front of me with a dark smirk on her face. "That will be two ninety please pet." The idea that she might think I was the kind of boy who would smoke such a feminine brand excited me almost as much as having her speak to me making me babbled, probably not very convincingly, "They are from my auntie," as I handed over a ten pound note and quickly left the shop aware of her eyes on me. By the time I got back to my aunts I was beside myself with anticipation I was at last about to finally smoke my own cigarettes! With my fingers numb with excitement I actually preened in front of the mirror with the cigarette before lighting it and when I did light it, my cock again went ridged in my pants! I could not help myself and went through the whole pack in three days. Like with the pack I stole from my aunt I did not smoke most of them. Instead I just lit one and preened with it in front of the mirror. Even though I knew it was a waste of money I still took another trip to the shop to buy another pack. Again when I walked in, the woman was there smoking her Embassy Slim cigarettes and I was so overwhelmed by her I could not stop myself asking for a pack them instead. It was only then that I realized the corner I had backed myself in. The woman knew (from my lie) that my 'Aunt' smoked Benson's lights. So who would she think the Slims were for? Would she think they were for me? The questions ran through my mind as she asked with a knowing smile. "Which kind, pet?" "The the 120's," I said, indicating the pack. As soon as I spoke she grinned and said, tapping a red pack sitting beside the till, "Same as me then!" Handing me a pack she chattered brightly telling me how she only ever smoked Embassy 120 slim's, because they were in her mind the only truly feminine brand. As she spoke it seemed to me that she was talking to me in the same way she would discuss her brand of choice with a girl friend. The idea that this woman might consider me a fellow 120 Slim's smoker got me so turned on that I knew the moment I got back into my room I would be masturbating myself silly. It had just been so exciting to have her talk to me like that! All I could think of during the long bus ride to my aunts was getting home and lighting up one of the long, slender, cigarettes. Just seeing it between my finger tips gave me a cock rush that was almost as good as the dizzy nicotine spin that filled my head as I inhaled a tiny puff of the untainted strong tobacco smoke. Masturbating with my nostrils full of the scent of a Slim smouldering the empty tin I used as an ash tray, I was in paradise! Feeling a sense of pure pleasure when my cock dribbled cum I knew then that like my smoking goddess I would always be a loyal Embassy Slim smoker! Even though I did not smoke more than three or four a day I just had to carry them with me. There was such a dirty thrill for me in knowing they were there but I had to be very careful. I was well known for my anti smoking views and did not dare let anyone see me who might tell my aunt's nurse or my now mostly absent university friends. So, I got in the habit of keeping my slims hidden, at work I kept my pack and lighter in buttoned in my overall pocket where they would not be seen but it was still a thrilling experience to know that they were there! Even with the tight reins that had been put on my access to insurance pay out from the death of my parents, money was not the issue for me it was for other students but I still needed a part time job to cover any extra expense even though my living costs and bills were paid. One thing the insurance had stumped up for was my driving licence and it got me my job as a delivery driver for a local supermarket. In those pre-internet days my round was generally regular customers with fixed orders. The round I had was mostly older women who had lost their Husbands. Although I have never been the most social of people my round forced me to become more out going as most of the old folk like to chat and since I was often the only company they got, I always took time out for a chat with them. The last drop on my round was in usually in the flats right across the street from my goddess's corner shop. It was for Mrs Wilmslow, a youthful if somewhat masculine looking 60 year old former cruise ship steward who had lost her husband the previous year. She was a friendly old lady who spent her days sat at her open window watching the world go by. I guess since she did not get much company as she always liked to chat. Oddly given the age difference I found her very easy to talk to and it was very easy to spend a ten minutes chatting to her about the madness of being a student at the university. Since she had a fixed delivery three times a week we got pretty friendly and as I got to know her it was pretty clear that she was very much a woman of her time. She grew up when women always wore skirts and were brought up to believe that their primary function was to look after their man, and make him the centre of their life. Oddly even though she had rebelled against those restrictions by going to sea she still believed that except for certain vocations like nursing, stewarding and teaching a woman's place was in the home, where she should be a lady in the lounge, a cook in the kitchen and she implied a tart in the bedroom who wanted to satisfy their man's sexual needs! Although I found her views oddly sexist, and her strangely male dominated beliefs antiquated I did understand why she felt that the women of my generation were not real women. She often commented that lads like me age were let down by our 'girlfriends' because none of them bothered to look after themselves properly. Looking after themselves in Mrs Wilmslow's eyes meant high maintenance hair, clothing that showed their charms and the kind of well made up look that verged on tartish. I understood just where she was coming from because it was exactly the kind of look my smoking goddess had! Over the weeks we chatted about life the universe and women during my visits, it quickly became clear that she felt that real women should have the kind of figure that could only be gained from wearing a tight corset! I guessed it must have been a turn on for her husband to know that a when she was wearing a tightly laced corset and high heels she had little choice but to thrust her breasts up and out in that demure yet wanton fashion, while her heels and tight skirts forced her to provocatively wriggle her bum as she walked. She often teased me with the fact that the restrictive woman's clothing of her youth made women of the late 50's and early 60's more graceful and feminine as they grew up wearing clothing that taught them to move in a slower more sensual way! Once I got to know Mrs Wilmslow better she even showed me some of her late husbands porn! Having spent much of my childhood at boarding school I was something of a connoisseur when it came to porn and as she showed me her collection of vintage naughty books from all over the world she always pointed out the women she liked. Even more amazing were the magazines and photographs she had brought back from Thailand, because she blew my mind when she told me that the 'girls' in them began life as boys! "I just love to find me a boy like that!" She chuckled blowing out a plume of her unfiltered Senior Service cigarette smoke. I know I'm a little thick but in my defence my gaydar had never been very good, which was why I was always being hit on at college, so it took me a while to realise that even though she had been married Mrs. Wilmslow was a lesbian! She even lent me some of the porn to take home and they reflected both her and her husbands up bringing as they mostly featured the kind of sluttish looking girls who would try to look modest and demure yet chose to wear the kind of outfits that attracted attention bodies. I was enough of a male to see why her husband liked seeing women wearing such outfits even if I could not understand why a woman would ever want to wear something that placed their body on display like that. I guess I had been doing the round for about six months or so when I discovered my fetish for 'feminine' cigarettes, and fell for my smoky goddess! A week or two later I was delivering to Mrs Wilmslow and having had a busy day I did not notice that the button on my work overall had come lose revealing my pack of Slim 120's. It was fourth or fifth packet I had bought from the shop and the woman behind the counter was now welcoming me with a smile when I called in. Carrying her usual delivery up to the flat I rang the door bell and as usual she called "Come on in dear," having see my van pull up from where she sat by the window smoking. "Hello Mrs. Wilmslow, where do you want it?" I asked. "On the kitchen counter again I'll sort it out in a moment." "Want me to pop the perishables in the fridge, it's not a problem Ma'am?" I asked. "Please if you would not mind." I quickly put everything away for her and said with a smile, "Anything else while I am here?" She seemed pleased by my offer and offered "Oh a cup of tea would be lovely if you wouldn't mind making it dear?" "Sure Mrs. Wilmslow." "Grab a cup and join me if you want?" She said waving to the chair beside her as I carried the tea to her perch by the window. Smiling she nodded to the bulge and packet top sticking out of my pocket, "Didn't know you indulged dear, but light up if you want?" She waved her Senior Service adding with a smile, "No health Nazi's here." This was my big chance and I took it. I had never smoked in front of anyone before and saying, "Thanks." I sat and pulled my long black and gold pack of 120 slims from my pocket. My heart was thumping like crazy as I nervously lit one. "Good lord!" She said, picking up her of tea, "You smoke those things, huh?" She nodded at my Slim's and looked at me strangely adding, "I thought only old women like me still smoked those these days dear?" "Well," I said nervously, "I smoked umm B&H lights but just switched to these," I winked and said with a sheepish blush as I alluded to smoking pot, "They are the right size to have other uses." "Well dear, I guess its good to try things when you're young!" She nodded, "I did, and if you do move in round here you'll be pleased to know Betty Everett over the road still sells them as she smokes them herself?" My head exploded as I learned her name, and then it hit me if he knew her what if he mentioned my unusual taste in cigarettes? She might not have known my name or even me from Adam but she did know I was the supermarket delivery boy! My tea was to hot to gulp down and nervously playing with my cigarette I wondered how I could come up with an excuse to leave. Then it hit me she had to already know I smoked, and likely knew I was buying the Slim's for myself. But, God! If my aunt nurse ever found out I would be in big trouble and just because she was a 'health Nazi!' From the moment I had moved back in she had taken and instant dislike to me and I just knew she would take great pleasure from embarrassing the hell out of me if she knew I was smoking a brand that was stereotypically an old woman's cigarette. Feeling jumpy I quickly made my excuses, feigning that I was going to be late back I dashed off, feeling a sickening realisation that from now on she would likely expect me to join her for a cup of tea and a smoke when ever I delivered. Needless to say the very next day there was a small delivery for her on my round. "Come in dear," she called asking as I put the bread and milk away if I got back on time the previous day. "Just about," I said with a smile feeling a sudden urge to make amends for running out on him the previous day so offered to make another cup of tea. "Only if you've got the time dear." "No problem toady Ma'am." Quickly making the tea I carried it over and sat beside him sipping my tea, lifting his mug he commented, "Not smoking dear?" "Just run out," I lied having deliberately left my pack in the van. "Betty sells them, why don't you run over an get a packet?" She said, freaking me out completely when she added. "When I told Betty this morning that you smoked those, she was kind of surprised and said she thought you were buying them for your aunt or something?" Shaking inside, I said, "My Aunt doesn't know I smoke, but she smokes, just not the 120 slims." "Hey, it's okay with me. In fact," she said, fishing in her handbag for money, "Since your going over there for yours, can you get me 40 Senior's when you're there dear?" Shit busted! I had no choice but to go to the shop and as she could see the shop from the window I could not nip to another one with out her growing suspicious. My only hope was that 'Betty' was not working today, but there she was behind the counter in her full glory. Clutching a 120 slim chatting to a couple of older local ladies I nicked named her 'Mafia' as they seemed to be there most of the time. Feeling like I was going to be sick I sheepishly walked up to the counter and asked for 40 Senior Service and a pack of Slim's. "Are the Seniors for Jean over the road?" Betty asked, with a smirk in her tones. "Umm yes," I said. "Okay," she said, placing two white packets on the counter followed by a pack of Slims. Placing them in front of me she said with that smirk back in her tones. "Here are your cigarettes, sweetie," and glancing towards the two old dears added. "You know girls, this boy smokes Slim 120's, just like me!" Belatedly I realised that I delivered to one of them and I felt my face burning with shame. Even though she apparently accepted my habit I still mumbled, "Thank you," and feeling deeply embarrassed I turned to the door, I almost out of the shop when she yelled out behind me, "Oh, when you are finished at work sweetie, would you mind popping back here for five minutes?" She gave me a smile as she added, "I want to have a chat about how I go about arranging a delivery pet?" "Um Yes Ma'am," I said, feeling like I was on a runaway roller-coaster. Feeling a strange combination of exhilaration and embarrassment about having been 'outed' as a Slim's smoker to the Betty and her 'Mafia' when I got back to Mrs Wilmslow's. "Thank you dear," she said as I handed her the pack's. Opening one of the packs and pulling a cigarette from the sliver paper she nodded at the tea pot saying, "Be a dear will you, and pour me another?" "Sure Ma'am," I said too young and naive to pick up the subtext behind her words as she added appreciatively. "Always tastes better when someone else pours it," and began to tell me how she met her late husband when he was doing his show on her vessel. Sat the contentedly smoking over my cup of tea I listened to her rambling on, before I drove back to work and clocked out. Feeling a mixture of fear and dark excitement I headed meekly back to the corner shop telling myself that I was going to quit smoking. My fetish was not worth the stress it had suddenly brought into my life. My promise that I'd tell Betty that I was quitting lasted until I walked in when she said. "Office honey," and waved me through the doorway behind the counter adding to one of the ladies who seemed a fixture when the place was open, "Watch the shop will you Marci?" "We need to have a chat?" she said following me in, saying as she pointed to a chair beside a desk. "Sit down!" It was not a request, and as I sat she slipped on to the desk in front of me. She was sitting just inches from me and overwhelmed by the closeness I felt like I had died and gone to heaven while at the same time feeling like I wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole. I could almost taste the scent of her perfume as she said, "Because you interest me young man?" I blushed, and said grabbing on to a straw that surfaced in my mind, "You said something about arranging a delivery Miss?" "Yes," she smirked thrusting her breasts out at me, "I did, didn't I, but the thing is poppet? I've noticed how for the last week or two you have been coming in here, and other than an initial wobble with those disgusting Consulate's, it's always for these," She held up her pack of cigarettes, " 120 Slim's?" I sheepishly nodded. "You insist on smoking 120's and buying them from me even though you could pick them up at work?" I went as red as her blouse looking at her feeling like my tongue was made of lead! She let me stew for a few moment before she added musingly, "You know it came as quite a surprise to find out that you chose to smoke a brand that has the kind of feminine connotations that any manly lads of your age should shy away from? Why is that dear?" "I just like them miss?" I blushed adding in a halting embarrassed tone, "And they are just the right size for another use?" Foolishly I tried to string her along with the 'good for rolling joints' excuse I had used with Mr Wilmslow, but Betty was not buying it. "Bullshit, don't lie to me poppet!?" she snapped, "You wouldn't know one end of a joint from another, and you know it as well as I do?" I went even redder, and stammered, "Sorry Miss." "For what?" She drawled looking demandingly in my eyes. I felt like I was going to explode with embarrassment as I whispered horsely, "Lying Miss." "Much better poppet," Betty said making me feel very uncomfortable as she carried on gazing at me with a very strange expression on her face before she said, "Or do you find me attractive, and smoke Slim's because I do?" In a very embarrassed tone I mumbled something unintelligible! "I'll take that as a yes poppet," Betty said clearly enjoying my embarrassed humiliation as she added with a smirk in her tone, "And it explains why have I noticed that when ever I do this?" Watching my eyes she removed one of the slim cigarettes from her packet and lit it with a theatrical flourish. I could not help myself as I watched what she was doing completely captivated by being so close to her as she sensually lit up. "You seem completely fixated... Even now cannot take your eyes off me?" She took a long drag on her More before saying as she exhaled and surrounded me in smoke as she mused, "Is it because you dream of being a Slim lover just like me pet?" The lung full of her exhaled smoke combined with her perfume and close proximity had my cock straining in my pants and feeling helpless I went even redder when I could not think of a word to say. "Answer me," she snapped and her expression brooked no refusal leaving me with little choice but say in a strangled tone, "Yes miss." "So you want to be like me do you David?" My tongue felt like lead as I whispered shocked that she knew my name, "Yes miss." Thinly smiling at my expression when she revealed she knew my name she said "Yes I know your name is David Waters pet. The supermarket was most helpful when I called a little while ago supposedly to say thank you for helping me in the street earlier!" "Oh!" I blushed. "Oh indeed," she said. "Now I'm pretty sure from what Jean said when she called in for her paper this morning that I'm right in assuming you don't want your family to find out about your dream of being a just like me, a sexy Slim 120 smoker?" I nodded. "Good then you might as well as get it into your pretty head right now that if you want to insure my silence on the matter I will not tolerate any disobedience, lies or bad behaviour from you? " "Oh!" I gasped, telling her I was quitting and begging her not to tell my Aunt or more importantly her nurse who hated me. "It's too late for that now," she said, "But as I said I won't tell on you so long as you do what I tell you from now on." To immature to know any better I agreed to obey Betty and in effect sealed my fate. Feeling close to tears I said, "I'll be good just please don't tell." "Good!" Betty curtly nodded and pulled another 120 from the pack on her desk and after lighting it she handed it to me. Settling back against her office desk she said, "Now how many a day do you smoke?" I told her the truth, "Umm a half dozen at most I guess miss." "That all?" She laughed. "Oh my, well I guess we all had to start somewhere?" I saw a faint flickering of a controlling smile breaking out on her face as she said. "So tell me pet why do you smoke women's brand?" Taking a puff on my cigarette, I immediately blew out the smoke and said, "I just think they're more sexy miss." "Sexy, hum?" she said, not quite satisfied with my answer, but willing to let the matter drop for now. "Well if its sexy you want dear you should learn to hold your 120's properly!" She held her cigarette at shoulder hight with her hand tilting the cigarette away from her at a 45 degree angle. "Like this," She smiled adding, "Now hold your Slim properly from now on please." I did as she asked and held mine like she did. Betty grinned. "Lovely, now of course you should always take care to smoke your sexy cigarette provocatively, like this?" She took a long pull on her's, and said as the smoke trickled out of her nostrils, "Holding the smoke down before letting it seep out or you won't be getting the full effect or giving out that truly sexy smoking look we desire." I copied her smoking technique and felt my head swim as the lung full of smoke trigged a coughing fit. She laughed, "You'll get used to it sweetie," and added. "Now Jean tells me you are moving in somewhere locally?" She smiled at my look of dazed fearful surprise, "She was in for her evening paper just before you got back dear," Her tone took on a throaty giggle, "I think she likes you honey!" "Oh!" I blushed. Betty's questions jumped around from one topic to another as she quizzed me about my family, expectations and ambitions. With the heady effect of the smoke filling me I eventually finished my first properly smoked cigarette with my head swimming so much I could only answer her interrogation honestly. No sooner had I finished the first one and she was offering me another. I was about to decline but her eyes brooked no defiance as she said. "Take it pet, you're a smoker now and I'm going to make sure you come to enjoy your Slim's as much as I do," I saw a light in her eyes as she said, "In fact I'm going to make sure you quickly come to depend on them as much, if not more than I do." Feeling a little sick I took the cigarette feeling a little overwhelmed by her presence as she added lighting it for me. "And one I have formed your dependence, I will use it as a key to unlock your desire to be just like me?" I nodded accompanied wisps of smoke from my nose and mouth as I said, "Oh my yes miss!" "Wonderful!" Betty said jumping back to where I was going to be living. "So tell me where are you moving to and when?" I told her that although it was not finalised yet I was hoping to move to a flat two streets over, which brought a smile to her face as she nodded and said in a firm tone. "Good! But I think you can forget the flat dear, I have a room available for rent which you will take, and since you're going to be living here I think you should get to know the real community, and the best way for you to do that is by also working here, so you might as well as come work for me as well?" "But I have a job?" I said helplessly. "Which you will be quitting," she said firmly, "I'm in need of someone to work in the shop with me and since young Wendy got married, Jean needs someone to replace her." "Replace?" She ignored my question and with out waiting for my agreement, asked when could finish at the supermarket? "Um its a months notice miss." "Okay," she nodded asking about my current hours and what buses I need to catch? "I umm start at 10.30 and finish around 3.30 miss?" "And the bus times?" She said through a haze of smoke. "Erm I usually catch the 9.15 into town and the 4.15 home miss." "Good," Betty nodded and told me that until I finished work I was to catch the 8.00 bus so I could come to the shop each morning and spend an hour or so helping her before I went to the supermarket. I nodded not sure if I felt sick from smoking so many cigarettes or what she was saying when she informed me that after I clocked off from the supermarket I would come back to the shop to help her with the 'afternoon rush' before popping over to Jean's for an hour or so to make sure her place was 'shipshape' before rejoining her for cup of tea and a chat before I caught the last bus back to my aunts. "Do you think you can do that until you finish at the supermarket, Pet?" she asked with a confident smile on her face. "Yes, Miss," I answered with a blush noticing that she wore a tiny diamond stud in her nose and had a tattoo on her wrist which made her seem even more intimidating to me. "That's good, Davie," she said suddenly giving me a smoky kiss on the lips which short circuited my mind! Giggling when she broke the kiss. "I see you enjoyed that as much as I did pet," adding as if in surprise as she moved her head back. "Oh my, look you got lipstick on your lips," She gave me a strange look as she added, "You know I actually think it suits you sweetheart?" "It does?" I blushed even brighter. "It does pet you have nice lips and, I know from long experience that the feminine cigarettes we like to smoke always taste better when a girl is wearing lipstick." "Here let me show you," she said grasping my chin in one hand and producing a tube of strident pink lipstick in the other. Commenting in a firm no nonsense tone. "Pucker up pet," as she painted the stuff onto my lips. Adding after coating them, "Now you must blot your lips on a tissue," Grinning she placed a tissue between my lips and made me blot the lipstick, saying, "Before you do the second coat," As she spoke she was already painting the second coat onto my lips. "Then we blot a second time and add the gloss coat." Giving me an ear to ear smile when she was done she said. "Oh my that's just perfect!" as she passed me the tube saying. "Keep the tube so you can keep your lips nice pet! Oh and always, always make sure to blot between coats as the worn and smudged lipstick look is not the sort of image I would want you to be projecting pet." Shocked at having lipstick on my lips I felt her take hold of my hand and lead me back out into the shop calling, "Look girls, doesn't he look so precious?" Leading me forwards she made a point of showing the old ladies my lipstick ringed mouth. They both laughed and Mrs Barrow (the lady I delivered to) said I looked pretty. Betty gave me another Slim and as the other old lady said said, laughing heartily, "Oh she's going to be a sweetheart Betty!" "Already is Hilda," Betty said, holding her lighter to the end of my cigarette adding, "Show the nice ladies how naturally you hold and smoke your 120 pet!" "Oh, he holds them so elegantly!" The old lady named Hilda laughed adding, "Just like you do Betty," Unable to hide a mocking smirk as she watched my dated and feminine smoking technique. "Of course," Betty said, "The little doll begged me to teach him how to be a smoker just like me." I blushed violently but did not dare disobey and after watching me smoke the whole cigarette Betty handed me another one and told me I should go and see if Mrs Wilmslow needed anything. "Now I will be watching you pet and I want to see you smoke that cigarette properly, with at least ten deep drags between here and his flat." "Yes miss," I blushed feeling completely humiliated stood before the three women smoking in such an overly feminine way wearing pink lipstick! "Good boy. Now I'm sure she has some lovely housework for you and once everything is done I think if would be a nice gesture if you kissed her once on each cheek before you leave. I'll be seeing Jean later and I will be checking to see she has a pair of prefect pink lipstick marks on her cheeks. Oh and while you are there, you will of course when ever possible smoke the whole time understood dear?" "Yes miss," I said in an embarrassed croaking tone. "Good you better because Jean will tell me if you don't. Oh and from now on you shouldn't hide your cigarettes in a pocket or pants. Be proud of being a smoker so you should always hold your pack and lighter in your hand." Burning with embarrassment, I mumbled, "Yes miss." Grinning at me she reached behind the counter and passed me another pack, adding, "Here you are dear, you don't want to run out! Oh and don't ever forget to hold and smoke every cigarette just like I taught you?" I could hear the two women snickering to themselves as Betty looked at me and said firmly. "I think it best that since you clearly prefer to smoke women's cigarettes then its only fair that I should make sure you learn to smoke them with the style of a woman," I went bright red as she lightly spanked my bum as she added. "Now run along pet, you have housework to be on with, there's a good boy!" As I walked out one of the other old ladies from my new round route was walking in, and as I passed her she recognized me and started to say, "Hello dear," before her eyes went wide at the sight of my lipstick. I felt her eyes on the femininely held cigarette and the two packs clutched in my other hand. Letting out a laugh of "Oh my God!" she walked in calling, "Betty, what are you doing to that boy?" "Nothing he doesn't want Nancy," Betty said, "The little darling begged me to help him realise his dream of being just like me when he smokes Slim 120's." I felt heart sick as the shop burst into laughter. Suddenly outside in public wearing lipstick holding a cigarette in such a feminine manner I was filled with fear, and needed the calming pull on my smoke. Looking round I saw them all watching me from inside the shop laughing as Betty made a shoo motion towards where Mrs Wilmslow watched from her window. Feeling trapped I walked to Mrs Wilmslow flat dragging furiously on my Slim as she had ordered. Feeling a sense of short term relief as I walked into the doors I made my way to the flat with my head swimming from chain-smoking six cigarettes in less than half an hour. "It's open dear," She called as I reached her door, and walked saying with a forced smile, "Hi Ma'am," as I put my now spent cigarette out in his ashtray on the table. She obviously had expected me back because sat beside the ash tray was a tea pot and two cups. Mrs Wilmslow stood up and hugged me saying, "Welcome back," She nodded to the seat beside her and said, "Pour the tea pet, and join me?" I could see her eyes on my lips as she lit a Senior Service, and theatrically held out her lighter giving me no option but to light another one, before she sat back down saying. "Now Betty says that you'll be spending two hours every other night with me until you finish you job and then it will be three days a week?" "Um Yes Mrs Wilmslow," I said nodding. "Marvellous!" She grinned. After drinking my tea she told me that I might as well as wash up and give the flat a quick dust round. Oddly I was relived to be doing something and I guess I had been pottering round cleaning up for may be forty minutes when she said. "So where are you from pet?" Stopping what I was doing to answer him I stood there with my cigarette unconsciously held just like Betty showed me. Over the next hour or so, as I worked Mrs Wilmslow kept up a steady stream of probing conversation as under her gaze I chain-smoked the remnants of my original packet and over half of the new packet Betty had given me when I left her shop. Eventually the two hours were up and she said, "That's enough for now pet," and I was allowed to leave. Even though I hated myself I did not dare cross Betty and blushing like crazy 'fixed' my lips before I kissed him on the cheeks. Feeling sick I did as she requested and left a pink lip mark on each of her cheeks. Giving me a grin she said, "Thank you sweetie," and fished a cigarette from my pack. Looking me in the eyes she slipped it between my lips and held her lighter so I could light it, before she told me to go back to the shop and enjoy smoking like a girl all the way back. Getting back just as she was closing up Betty gave me a brush and told me to sweep up as she pulled down the security shutters and locked the door. Once everything was done to her satisfaction she led me up to her flat and said, "Now since you can only smoke wearing lipstick, which obviously you cannot do at home I will be keeping hold of your cigarettes for you when you go home tonight, so to tide you through you can use these." She held up a box of full strength nicotine replacement patches. Telling me how I much I would need them she stuck two patches on my upper arm, and then taped over them with medical tape. Smiling to herself she took a thick, black permanent marker and wrote "Cigarette Slut!" half on the tape and half on my arm. "That's so you can't remove them," she snickered as she quickly wound a bandage round my arm. Finally satisfied she told me to put the kettle on and handed me another lit cigarette that I barely had time to smoke with enough time left to wash the lipstick from my face before I had to run for my bus. Over the next few days I quickly fell into the routine of going to Betty shop of a morning and evening, and as she formed my addiction to nicotine it increased my dependence on her. For work during the day she provided me with a blister pack containing 12 pieces of nicotine gum which I had to chew constantly, and to get me through being at home each evening she stuck two nicotine patches on my arm which she always signed with something appropriate on the tape covering. Just as she had intended before the week was out I was a nicotine addict and really needed the packet of strong nicotine gum she was providing me with for work. One evening the week after she took me 'on' I had done all my chores and was as usual sat with her smoking over a cup of tea. She was chatting about how I was turning to a rather good domestic when she noticed my grubby soiled my clothing and musingly added, "You know its my half day closing tomorrow, and while you're at work I think it might be a good idea if I got you something more appropriate to wear for your cleaning job?" "That would be good Miss," I said. After over a week of having her slowly exerting her control over nearly every part of my life, she had started to make me almost incapable doing anything other than agree with her decisions. I knew it was happening but as much as I hated myself for it there was something darkly thrilling about being completely under the thumb of this woman! "Excellent!" she cooed handing me a fresh cigarette. "I suppose you better have this and then go catch your bus pet?" I nodded pulling a regretful face and nodded. Just before she finally let me go Betty said, "Oh before I forget I got you a little present off the rep today. Pass me your packet pet." I did as she asked and felt my eyes go round as she put my almost empty pack into one of those old fashioned ladies cigarette clutch cases. It was made of pink faux leather and along with the pocket for the cigarettes inside, the front of the case held a couple of slots, one for a garish pink lighter and one for 'my' pink lipstick. Giving me a smile she told me to smoke at least two going home. "Now I'll let you take your case home with you tonight, but remember no smoking with out first putting on your lipstick." "Yes miss," I said as she she gave me a final smoky kiss and a hug. Chortling happily she told me not to be late in the morning as she pinched my butt and added, "Now shoo or you'll miss your bus!" Still chuckling she let me out adding, "Oh and make sure to tell your anyone who needs to know that you're thinking about getting both of your ears pierced, because come Saturday I'm taking you to get them done either way!" I smoked two of my cigarettes walking to the bus station. I guess I was feeling a little light-headed from all the nicotine in my blood stream that I did not even think about the my lipstick when caught my bus. The bus driver gave me a strange look as I paid for my ticket, and then said, "Nice lips!" Which made me blush like mad when I realised my lips were still coated in the creamy pink lipstick! Feeling hyper embarrassed it it occurred to me that Betty had not replaced the patches on my arm, but as I had been late back from Mrs Wilmslow's I assumed she either forgot or ran out time. Although embarrassed about my lips I walked home with a silly smile on my face. Calling, "Only me." When I got in I went and washed my face before I went to see my aunt. "Oh hello David how was your day?" She said with a smile. "Fine thanks Aunt Alice," I said with a smile. "Busy," I only had a little time with her before the pain killing drugs for her motor-neuron disease began to send her gaga. Before the MND my aunt had been a bank manager who was very much the lady of her house when she took me in after my parents were killed, but not any more. Now her only demands were a wave of a shaking hand at her cigarettes. Lighting them for her did give me the chance to pinch a few sly unsatisfying puffs during the hour or so of lucidity she had left that evening. Only a week or so earlier her Menthol 100's seemed strong and gave me a nicotine buzz, but now I found the Menthol taste revolting and after smoking 40 or 50 a day they were like smoking air! My aunt did not notice as she was starting to slip into a drugged out state of bliss when the nurse came in to put her to bed. Ever since I sat down with my aunt I had been longing for a cigarette and finally once I was in the safety of my attic bedroom I was able to to smoke one but only after I had painted my lips with my pink lippy! Unfortunately one was not enough and before I knew it I had smoked all three of my remaining Slim's which thinking about it now was probably what Betty had hoped! Next morning I awoke at six feeling my body craving nicotine but having smoked all my cigarettes the night before I was out. Feeling agitated and jumpy with a burning need for a cigarette I finally realised that Betty true to her word had made be dependant on nicotine and at a level that made attempting to give up smoking a difficult if not impossible task. It was like my brain was misfiring as the little morning tasks like cleaning my teeth and making a cup of tea seemed arduous. My tea did not taste right and feeling decidedly out of sorts and grumpy I even contemplated pinching some of my aunts to see me through, when I heard her nurse thudding around above my head. "Crap she's up early," I mumbled. Knowing how jumpy and paranoid my craving for nicotine had got me the puritanical nurse was the last person I wanted to deal with and although I usually caught the later bus I left the house before she appeared. Catching the 7AM bus in a foul mood, which did not get any better with the journey feeling like it was never going to end. Eventually after an endless sensation of craving the bus arrived in town well before 8. Preying that Betty was up I anxiously walked to the shop and gently knocked on the the door. Betty was still in her nightdress, with her hair in curlers under a hair net when she opened the door for me sleepily commenting. "You're early this morning?" I guess I was that jumpy with nicotine withdrawal that I forgot myself and launched into a complaint about not giving me time to wash my lipstick off before I left last night. Angrily telling her how the bus driver had seen the lipstick on my lips. Betty was the the picture of cool, eye-balling me as she dragged on her morning smoke and let a plume of smoke drift upward. God it smelt nice triggering a powerful craving, that filled my body with desire. My tirade was halted when with shocking speed Betty slapped me hard on the cheek and exploded, "Don't you ever take that tone with me again!" I felt the ember of resistance die inside me as she snapped, blowing a plume of smoke into my face. "Why aren't you holding your cigarette clutch like I told you?" I looked at her blankly and pulled it from my jacket, feeling a genuine wave of fear as her face darkened. Grabbing hold of my ear she dragged me in and said, "You disobedient little cow!" Ten seconds later I was over her lap being spanked for the first time since I was a little child... and it hurt! It hurt physically and emotionally, and my humiliation only increased as my cock suddenly sprang to life in response to her belittling me verbally, as she spanked my bum. "You pay for that rudeness you little cunt," she growled whacking my bum until I was crying like a child and begging forgiveness! Eventually she pushed me off her floor and said, "Naughtiness gets punished pet, now that was as hard on me as it was for you but you were well aware that I was not prepared to tolerate any disobedience from you. Now go make us a pot of tea, and don't be all day about it!" By the time I got back with her morning tea she was sat at reading some papers which she handed me and said with a 'don't fuck with me' look in her eyes, "I wrote these last night sign them." One was to work informing them of my intention to leave immediately on the grounds that I had been offered a more suitable job, and the second was to the landlord of the flat I had put in for informing him that I would not be needing the place. "Since you clearly cannot obey even simple orders I have decided that the sooner I have you where I can keep an eye on you the better, so you will move into my spare room today!" Betty firmly said. With tears running down my face I did as she asked "Good!" She nodded, lighting her third cigarette since I arrived. "Now I hope we don't have a repeat of that behaviour pet because it gave me no pleasure to spank you, even if it did do you good!" I was about to deny her words when the hand containing the cigarette grabbed my crotch and playfully squeezed my cock and said, "I could feel this little thing pressing into my leg as I spanked you pet!" With another shocking change of mood Betty smiled as if nothing unusual had just happened and told me that she would accompany me to work, and run a couple of errands in town. Once I finished work I was to report back to the shop and use her car to get my things from my aunts. If by some chance she was not back yet I was to go to Mrs Wilmslow and keep her company until she got back while doing any chores she had for me. By now I was absolutely gagging for a cigarette about the only thing I noticed was an overwhelming desire for nicotine was. Chuckling over her tea about how rude it was for her to smoke alone in company she left me stood there shaking for a few minutes until she was ready to light another. The scent of the tobacco kept the intense desire for a cigarette roaring in my mind as she sipped her tea in silence, watching me carefully before she asked me how I felt... I told her I was dying for a cigarette. With a smile Betty held out her long gold and black packs to me, "Ah.. ah?" She said as I reached for one, "I want to see you fixing your lips for me first pet." My hand was shaking as I ran coat of pink lipstick round my mouth blotted and then repeated before I completed the ritual with the gloss coat. Giving me a beaming smile of satisfaction she commented, once my lips were 'fixed' correctly. "Perfect," and offered me a cigarette she tapped from her pack. As much as I hated it, the rituals of lipstick and feminine smoking had me hooked and Betty knew it. Giving me a broad smile she picked up her large onyx table top lighter and held it to my 120. Holding it like she showed me I dragged furiously on the cigarette pulling the smoke deep into my lungs no longer having to think as I unconsciously copied her smoking mannerisms. "That better honey?" She asked as I exhaled with an almost sexual sigh of pleasure letting remaining smoke trickle from my nostrils. "Oh my god, yes miss," I said feeling a wave of comforting relief filling me as the head rush hit me signalling that the nicotine was entering my blood stream. We sat there drinking tea and smoking for about half an hour, as she carefully quizzed me about how I had felt that morning and what exactly the bus driver had said to me. As I spoke I could see that satisfied smile flickering on her lips as she said, "How wonderful pet, the symptoms you've described are those of nicotine withdrawal... Which means dear much to my delight you've become completely dependent on your 120 Slim's." "Yes miss," I said puffing on my cigarette contentedly. She smiled, "I know how much this must mean to you pet knowing that you have taken the first step towards being just like me." "I have?" "Yes dear!" She said adding with an almost an evil look of delight in her eyes, "We now share the same nicotine addiction from our love of 120 Slim's... You have just taken your first step towards fulfilling your desire to become a younger version of me." Before I could completely process what she said she abruptly jumped to her feet saying, "Heavens pet, look at the time! I'd better get dressed or we're going to be late opening?" Having smoked pretty much constantly since Betty offered me that first one, the nicotine craving that caused my jumpy tension had faded and I was feeling almost contented as I put out my fourth of the morning. With out thinking I reached for opened my clutch for a replacement and found it empty. Seeing my predicament, Betty said "Run out dear?" "Yes miss," I said, nodding at her pack. "May I, its your last?" "Of course pet, we girls always share our cigarettes." She smiled as I removed one and lit it with lighter. "Here," she pulled open a draw and removed a fresh pack, and said handing them to me. "Pop these in your clutch purse for later pet." I was going to just put them in the case but as I picked them up she added with a light laugh. "Oh no dear, not like that sweetheart." She giggled. "There is as much an art to how we pack our cigarettes as there is to putting on our lipstick or smoking one of them, watch," Taking the packet back she showed me how to 'pack' them properly! Like with smoking and putting on lipstick there was a ritual to it, and watching entranced I saw how she took the packet in her red tipped fingers. Holding the pack upright she tapped the pack hard against table, adding, "It loosens them up see," before pealing off the cellophane and placing the pack in my pink clutch cigarette case. While she was washing and dressing I enjoyed my cigarette, wondering what the day would bring? "Penny for your thoughts pet?" she asked as she padded from the bathroom to her bedroom. "Thinking about work miss, my boss won't be happy with me?" I heard her laugh lightly and tell me, "Fuck him dear you don't need that stupid job any more so don't worry your pretty little head about it, Jean and I have everything worked out." Her words were a little muffled by walls but I heard her clearly enough when she called a few minutes later, "Light me a cigarette and bring it in pet?" Naturally this meant I had to light another one for myself, because it rude to smoke alone. Walking in I let out what I can only call a girlish yelp of surprise when I saw her sat wearing only her 'old fashioned' underwear fixing her face and hair at her dresser. The sight was like something from one of Jean's mucky books and my cock's reaction had me almost bent over at the waist. Betty laughed as she took the cigarette from me commenting at my straining trousers. "I see you like my foundation garments pet?" I could tell she expected an answer and said blushing like mad, "Yes Miss" I knew she was teasing when she said, between puffs, "I know its a rather dated thing but do so love the look and feel of a really supportive boned girdle and firm shaper bra rather than the the flimsy Lycra things girls today wear." I just about managed to let out a squawked, "Yes Miss," as my face went even redder as I puffed on my Slim to hide my embarrassment. Reading me like an open book she giggled very girlishly. "It looks wonderful and trust me it feels even better to wear... sweetie!" Wearing a black pencil skirt, seemed stockings, black stiletto heels and white blouse with a big pussy bow at the neck Betty opened up at 8.30 and telling me to restock the various shelves, she spent first hour dealing with the endless succession of customers. They were almost all female and regulars, and Betty greeted most by name as they called in for their morning papers and the like. Many of them knew me or of me as they greeted me with diminutive pet names like Honey, Sweetie or the like. Before she let me wash off the lipstick Betty again stuck two patches to my arm and sealed them with medical tape. Giving me a smile she said, "Now what to write today," before giggling to herself. "I know, and since you like my foundation garments," she wrote 'I want to be a 120 Girl' over my skin and tape only this time she did not cover it with a bandage, something that was going to come back and haunt me later. However what would come to haunt me even more was the contents of the patches she had stuck on my arm, because they were not the nicotine replacement patches I was used to. Instead they were very potent black market hormone replacement therapy patches, which immediately started leaching strong feminising hormones into my body! Eventually around ten Betty closed the shop and pulled the shutters down she locked up, handing me a copy of the Daily Post she said. "We'd best drop that off for Jean on the way pet," as she slipped on a beige trench coat and led me from the shop looking like a million 'tarty' dollars. Stood on the street next to her I felt very embarrassed about clutching my embarrassingly pink cigarette case in my left hand. I was pretty fearful of what would happen if anyone saw me carrying such a feminine item in this way. I felt a urge smoke one of the cigarettes to hide my embarrassment but Betty was insistent, no lipstick no cigarettes and as my bum was still stinging from her vicious spanking I did not dare cross her! I was obviously jumpy and she asked as if she did not know the cause of my embarrassment, "What's the matter dear?" Shaking like a leaf I tried to explain how carrying the pink case would get me beaten up if anyone saw me. Betty nodded and then much to my surprise she relented on having me carry it when we popped into Mrs Wilmslow's deliver her paper she lifted it from my hand and handed her my 'clutch purse' saying. "Would you mind holding onto this for us Jean, we'll pick them up on the way home?" "Of course Betty," Jean said, smiling as she added, "Morning dear." Blushing I said, "Morning Mrs. Wilmslow," Even though it was a relief not to be carrying my case there was a price to pay, as it meant I did not have access to my cigarettes. "Oh how sweet she calls you dear?" Betty tittered as we walked into town, "I told you she liked you pet." That had me blushing like crazy! Wishing I knew why I could not just tell her to pack it in I trotted along beside her. Even with out my pink case the walk was still embarrassing as Betty held my hand all the way to work like I was a child she was walking to school, which was in its own way was even more humiliating than carrying the clutch! I was pretty much in a right tizzy when I got into work and told him that I needed to finish ASAP as my new job needed me to immediately. Needless to say the boss was not happy with me, but as I had my remaining notice period in unused holidays, so he summarily finished me snapping, "Your severance pay will be ready by the time you've cleared your locker now get out of my sight!" Stomping off grumbling about 'fucking poofs and unreliable students' I felt like my world was caving in round me as I emptied my locker and for the last time left work with my wages clutched in my hand, wishing I could have a cigarette! Yearning for a smoke I saw the shutters still down on the shop and having no where else to go made my way back to Mrs Wilmslow's flat. "Hey sweetheart," she said, giving me a hug, asking as if she did not know. "What's up?" So I told him about my bosses reaction as I struggled with the stuck zipper on my jacket. Oddly my bosses attitude had brought me pretty close to tears and seeing the state I was in she knocked my hands aside and took hold of my zipper saying. "So what if he thinks you are gay honey?" She shrugged looked at me like I was a little daft. "Now your moving on from there it's no big deal," She smiled adding, with a chuckle as she exhaling a puff of smoke, and helped me out of my jacket. "This is the 21st century you know?" "Other than I'm not gay!" I sniffed. "Aren't you?" She said with a smile, "You know what with smoking 120 Slim's while wearing pink lipstick, and from what Betty says about you begging her to get both ears pierced? Would make anyone think the same, although having got to know you," I saw her eyes flicking over was Betty had written over the patches on my arm, "I'm inclined to think that you're not gay but just a confused English katoey?" "But it was all her idea!" I sniffed, missing the strange word as I looked anxiously around for my pink clutch. Guessing what I was looking for, she nodded to the table, adding with a smile, "Go wash your face and fix your lips sweetheart, I don't mind making us a pot of tea while your sorting yourself out?" Ten minutes later with my lips done and then retouched I was feeling much better as I lit my second 120 since I arrived. Mrs Wilmslow was such a kind lady although it felt wrong to kiss her it also felt right. I tried to convince myself that kissing her was no different to how people on the continent greeted each other with a kiss on cheeks but I knew it was a lie every time I saw the pink marks on her cheeks! Although Betty had not told me to I found myself wanting to smoke pretty much constantly, and after four I said, feeling much more cheerful, "I best get started, what needs doing?" "You can start with changing my bed and then there is the washing and ironing to be done pet," she said returning to her magazine and watching the comings and going's in the street. Like every other visit she kept up a steady stream of friendly chatter about this time telling me how she and her husband had been at sea 30 years and spent most of it working in the Far East. As she chatted I could hear the love in her voice for the people and places she had been and wondered what it would be like to go to somewhere like Bangkok. By the time Betty arrived I had changed her bed, done one load of washing and had made a big dent in his ironing. Mrs Wilmslow had nipped out to the library about ten minutes earlier to return a book when Betty walked in unannounced and found me looking very domesticated stood behind the ironing board watching some trashy daytime soap opera on the television. "Well, well pet!" She smiled. "Don't you just look precious like that. I see I was right about your suitability for domestic work?" I blushed, unaware that holding my cigarette at shoulder height and cantered down like she taught me with my other hand on my hip as I said. "Oh hello Miss Betty, can I get you a cup of tea, Miss. Jean has just run down to the library?" "Please dear, I've had such a busy morning making appointments," as she primped in front of the mirror I shivered at the sound of her bracelets tinkling on her wrists as she added, "I assume since you are here that you were finished at the supermarket pet?" "Yes miss