I Have Random Thoughts

Way back in the mists of time, I used to smoke. The Lord and master devised a way of helping me in my struggle to give up (which wouldn't work for everyone) and many years ago, succeeded. Except that every now and then when I'm with the sister who smokes, and when he's not looking, I sometimes have a whole cigarette to myself. The odd gift of a pack of fags ensures that my prompts don't get on her nerves. But it's a dangerous game.