Jim ran through the house, looking for Sharon; she was no longer anywhere in the basement and the cigarettes were gone. His mother had also headed out and Jim found himself searching through an empty house.
Or so he thought, until he reached the en suite bathroom off his bedroom. Encircling the entire door were wisps of smoke and from underneath, a steady flow. Jim opened the door to find a sight that shocked and aroused him: Sharon was sitting on the bathroom counter, vigorously masturbating with one hand while the other held a cigarette to her lips. Sitting next to her on the counter were the remaining packs. But what really struck Jim was that it took several moments for this image to resolve as the dense cloud of smoke drifted out of washroom and into his bedroom.
"Oh Jim," Sharon moaned, "this stuff is even better than the 120s; I don't think I've ever felt so good in my life. Hotboxing this room has got me so fucking horny. Close the fucking door."
Sun Nov 25 00:41:15 2001