Emily s Boarding HouseChapter 4
We were both soaked with perspiration and Emily’s queen-sized bed was in a shambles. “You don’t have a cigarette, do you?” she said. “Quit after high school,” I told her. “Sorry.” “I quit, too — years ago,” she said. “But, oh boy, I’d really like one right about now.” “I quit so early, I don’t even associate smoking with sex,” I said, laughing. “It does sound good, though.” “I’m afraid to start up again,” Emily said, “even if it was only after sex.” “Yes -- even six or seven cigarettes...