Betty did exactly what she thought she had seen Barbara Jean do, sucking heavily on the cigarette and drawing it down into her lungs, holding it there. He is big, and handsome actually, in a chocolate sort of way, she thought. I never really actually thought about… his thing, but I've also heard they have real big bites.

The dope in Betty Sue's lungs expanded radically, filling them to overflowing and she started coughing, forcing the smoke out in great hawking gusts, heaving with sharp little pains.

Barbara Jean took the number back from her. "No," she said, "watch me again. You just take little tokes, so they don't expand so big inside you. Like this." She sucked deep again and Betty Sue watched the end of the cigarette grow fiery red as she did.

"Now here," Barbara Jean said, through tight lips, retaining the smoke, "try it again, only gentler."

Holding the number in her hand, Betty Sue looked down at it peculiarly, examining it. It was smaller than a regular cigarette, and wrapped in that funny colored paper. It smelled strong, too, the smoke quickly filling the room with a heady odor. Betty quickly took a swallow of her beer, washing away the last bit of pain in her lungs, preparing them for another trial at satisfying her pushy sister.

"Go ahead, do it," Barbara said, expelling the smoke almost in Betty Sue's face, her long red hair falling provocatively over her shoulders as she shook her head from side, to side.

Betty Sue took a second hit off the cigarette and immediately handed it back to her sister. "No more," she said, feeling the peculiar lethargy start to creep over her already from the high-grade marijuana. "I think I've had enough. I'll stick to beer if you don't mind."

"Well, okay for now," Barbara Jean said, finishing the Thai weed herself. "But I bet Erik wouldn't refuse any of this. Say, how old is he now… hmmm… he must be…"