CHAPTER THREE
"Now, what are we going to put on you?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Well, I do have a small collection that I've managed to accumulate." Jonathan told her shyly.
He went over to his closet. He opened up the sliding door.
Then, while Marsha sat on the edge of his twin bed, with her excellent legs crossed, he looked into the very back of the closet. Marsha lit a cigarette while she waited.
Finally, Jonathan lifted his back up straight, and faced her, holding a small box. It looked like a miniature hope chest.
"You don't mind if I smoke, do you, sugar?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"No. Go right ahead. What brand do you smoke?" Jonathan asked her.
"Virginian Slims menthol, sugar. Doesn't everyone?" Marsha asked him.
"The cigarettes for girls, right?" Jonathan asked her, smiling.
