Hi, I'm Alan, Miss Mink's husband. Yes she smokes me all the time. And she also sends me into "smoke traps" w/ her friends. Here's a recent example...

Re-engineering a small company is not easy. My first experience where the deadlines of the day dealt with the jobs of many, some of my best friends, was what I and several other recently promoted middle managers had to deal with on this day and the “bottom line” was due by the end of the week. I was working with a good group though. Jim was a computer guy who really knew his stuff and he was smart enough to get another young hi-tech type to help him. His name was Timmy and he was made part of our 7-person team.

Jenny had a human resources background, she was 35 years old and sharp! Well-liked and had a sixth sense of who to trust and to believe. Being single I was very attracted to her, she was a very high integrity person who I admired and had a good friendship with. Secretly, I was very attracted to her short pert red hair and creamy young complexion. But I stayed away from a relationship complication in these ever-changing times. I think Jenny knew I liked her but appreciated my hands of professionalism.

Nancy was an operational specialist, knew the place inside-out and her assistant Ed was an older “know the ropes” kind of guy. I’ve known each for years. We would get together every Christmas for dinner. Each were dependable friends and I thoroughly enjoyed working with them.

Finally, a new woman named Marie was present. She was from the company that just merged with my company. I didn’t know her very well and to be honest, I didn’t know what her background was. None of us seemed to. She was pretty though! A shapely thin and tall 35 to 40-year old woman with shoulder length brunette hair and a creamy white complexion. Her lips were very sexy-I couldn’t help but notice her creamy rose lipstick with a streak of shiny white at the extension of her upper lip. She “painted” her lips in a very special way-you couldn’t help but notice. She really seemed like she was there to make you notice her beauty which might show, I thought, that you couldn’t concentrate on business. She even talked in a very maternal way, like we were each her son’s and daughters. I’m pretty sure the group found that to be annoying. Marie was dressed in a pink satin dress, creamy white silk blouse, and a pink suit jacket that she let lay over the back of her chair after we all gathered in the office conference room.

Well, it was late Monday afternoon and work was about done for the day. After saying little and just supervising us all day, Marie asked us all if we would like to get together for a drink somewhere. Each of us were intimidated by her presence and felt if we didn’t accept the invitation there would be demerits issued. Jim and I said: “Sure, how ‘bout the place over on Fenton Street?” We all agreed and Marie said calmly with a full grin: “that sound’s wonderful.” Hmmm… you can’t help but wonder a little bit about what was going on here.

Anyway, we all meet at the Casper Inn and found a big private booth to congregate. At the window which is great, it was snowing outside which always made me feel more comfortable watching. Unfortunately, I ended up sitting with my back against the window, Jim on my right. Jimmy and Nancy sat to the right of the table while Ed and Jenny sat to the left. I mostly just wanted to watch Jenny. She smoked and I loved to watch her at the bars when we’d go out after work. Marie, our obvious leader, sat at the head of the table, in the aisle where the waiter would need to pass by. I thought to myself, she’s even a pain in the ass in this bar room. Why can’t she sit with us in the booth? I’m sure the other’s felt the same way. But Marie just smiled at you all the time, directing the conversation. There was no personal commentary by her at all so we all felt we had to be conversationally gray and stale back to her.

The waiter arrived and we all ordered drinks. Marie, I noticed, ordered a martini. It made me wonder if she smoked. Just then Jenny let out a long soft puff of smoke into the air over Jimmy’s head. I watched Jimmy shift his eyebrows and look up at the stream of smoke pass above him. Marie (finally) joked: “She missed you!” We all laughed and then Marie picked her purse off the floor and sat it in her pink satin covered lap. She opened her purse in such a calculated way that we all stared. I wondered if she smoked, ordering a martini was the lady smoker’s drink. Sure enough, Marie pulled out a silver cigarette case and set it on the table before returning her purse to the floor. She asked: “Mind of I smoke?” And she stared at me for the answer. More excited than embarrassed I said: “Na…, Na…, No.”

Marie lit her cigarette and as she inhaled deeply she glanced at each one of us then pulled her cigarette from her ultra-smooth lips then turned her head blowing a long smooth blow of smoke from her silky lips that pushed down the aisle destination unknown. Marie folded her arms on the table, the shimmer of the over-the-table light deflecting off her pink satin business jacket flickered in my face. Marie told each of us with her soft but firm voice that she appreciated all of our hard work. “So I invited you all out for a relaxing drink!” Then she inserted her cigarette between those smiling silky lips and inhaled again-very deeply. This time she released the smoke straight-forward and an expanding soft ball of smoke was headed right for me.

I couldn’t move either way, I had no choice but to be smothered. Everyone at the table watched as the smooth grayish puff struck me in the chest spreading like a gas across my shoulders then up into my neck and beard. My face managed to stay above the exploding cloud. I could feel the stuff through my shirt. And my neck felt cool, not warm like you might expect. It was inevitable that I’d smell the stuff. The whiff was minty-almost tart, then it hit my eyes and they burned immediately. It didn’t hurt but I had to flicker my eyes to get them to water to wash out the smoke particles.

The crew watched in amazement. Apparently, Marie finished the soft exhalation with an ultra-smooth thin blow. The smooth blow was slow and very dreamy looking. Everyone else was at least partially mesmerized. I didn’t see the hypnotizing blow having to contend with the approaching mushroom “soft bomb”. Well, needless to say Marie had relaxed us all. It took her one lengthy blow of this special cigarette smoke to do it.

Marie’s presence these last few days brought each of us a fear of losing our jobs on just a whim. Now, our minds were on one thing, and one thing only. Where would Marie’s next blow go? Marie sat erect looking at each of us with her sexy smile but with that running maternal-I’m going to teach you kids a lesson-look in her eyes. Then our eyes all widened as she began to inhale again.

Marie released a jet of gray smoke toward Nancy. Nancy had the same problem I had. She had Jimmy on her left and me on her right and couldn’t move. A startled look was on her face as she awaited “her cloud”. And then…in a velveteen fog, her face, neck and the top part her blouse were blanketed by Marie’s silky blow. I was only a two feet away and it was inevitable I’d receive another whiff. I did, it was really relaxing. It felt like sticking your head in a refrigerator-freezer after sweating on a 90-degree day. Nancy raised her hands and politely tried to wipe the smoke away from her face but it was to late. Marie struck her target and Nancy was, in effect, soothed.

It became clear each one of us would have our faces smoke-blown by Marie. But none of us wanted to leave. She must have mesmerized us or put us under a spell. Marie asked Ed: “The System B, will it be running properly by Wednesday?” Ed was staring at Nancy then slowly glanced at Marie and started to answer her question. As he opened his mouth a stinging gray soft cloud of smoke plowed across his face. Each blow was getting heavier and heavier and Ed coughed slightly then raised his hands to bat the smoke away. Again, the self-defense was too late and Ed was smothered.

Jimmy who sat to Marie’s immediate right was next. It was obvious. Marie reached her right hand out and ran her index finger across Jimmy’s right eyelid and told him: “You’ve been working so hard, you look so pekid honey,” then a very stimulated 25-year old computer whiz awaited his own personal facial “cloud-out”. Poof! It arrived! The smelliest blow so far. Each blow seemed to lose it’s gray color blending in with the background. But the smell-oh my! All of us could smell that minty bitter smoke that Jimmy just experienced. Jimmy’s eyes rolled back into his head and he just leaned back and fell asleep.

The waiter arrived, the first person in the bar room to see Marie and her smoked victims. “How is everyone doing hear?” he said in a rather feminine sounding voice. Nobody could talk. Marie exhaled a gust of smoke into his face and the young waiter staggered away absolutely clue less as to what just happened to him. “Don’t worry, he won’t be back, “ Marie said to each of us. Then we heard the crash of a tray full of drinking glasses strike the bar room floor about 30 feet to the right of our table a few seconds later. “The waiters around here need to get more sleep,” Marie said looking down the aisle at the pile of glass. Her latest victim was now sitting against the wall his head dazed as he struggled to rub the smoke out his eyes.

Marie looked at Ed and Jim, both sitting to my right. “Well guys, what’s your pleasure?” Ed was trying to stand up and tried to push Jenny who was now just relaxed dead weight out of the way. Marie released a silky smooth barely visible light gray cloud of smoke that rushed toward the standing man’s face. Then he quickly sat down avoiding a direct facial. Marie quickly inhaled again and then released another jet of invisible smoke that Ed failed to see but once it struck his face he knew it-a bitter tart smell. “Oh! What is in that stuff?” Ed fell back and immediately went to sleep.

I know Jim who sat on my right was next but I didn’t see what happened as I couldn’t stay awake anymore and drifted off to the land of nod. I awoke 3 hours later. By then Jenny had managed to get up and leave. Jimmy and Nancy fell to each other’s side and rested against each other. Ed was not present. And of course, Marie left hours ago. A waitress came by and I glanced at her and asked: “What happened?” She responded: “The Sand Lady was sitting with you guys. She put you all to sleep. I’ve seen her in here before.” I responded: “The Sand Lady? What do you mean, she’s from New York City. She’s my new boss!” I said still choking on some of the smoke I inhaled hours ago. The waitress laughed: “I’ll bet your real boss is in her home, wherever that is, sound asleep. Sand Lady probably smoked your real boss days ago!”

I felt like I was in a strange television movie, there seemed to be no reality to what I was experiencing or hearing, but-it was reality! I just awoke from a 3-hour nap in a public place. Who saw me in here I wondered. For now, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.

The next day I was hung over, and called into work sick. I was just so sleepy. Bonnie, the receptionist at work said to me: “That’s funny! All of you, including Marie, are all not here today.” Bonnie was always careful not draw conclusions. I told her: “Yeah, we had a rough night last night.” I hung up the phone and crawled back to bed. Just then my phone rang and I just let the recorder do it’s thing. Then I heard that super feminine steady firm soft voice: “Hi. Just the Sand Lady wishing you sweet dreams today. I loved blowing my sleep into your face last night. Your real boss, Vicki, will be with you later this week. But now, I’m sure she’s as tired as you are my sweet. My smoke has a little after affect. (she laughs) Sleep smoothly!” she laughed and hung up.

I fell asleep again.