Woman and the feminine mystic.

The girl next door...

The girl next door liked to come outside and smoke.
Bob wondered why she crinkled her face when she took a drag.
What kind of cigarette is that?
"It's an Indian. Why?" she looked directly at Bob.
"No reason... My sister smoked but stopped." he replied.

"Oh? She was probably worried about cancer." the girl replied.
"Nope. She didn't like setting on fire the bed and other furniture."
The girl looked Bob directly in the eyes.
"I hope I don't do that." she replied.
"Your an attractive girl. You shouldn't smoke." Bob asserted.

"Have a lollypop instead." Bob gave the girl a red lollypop.
She looked at it and then Bob and sucked on the lollypop.
"It's not the same. But it does taste good." the girl licked and rolled the lollypop.
Bob was aroused by her enthusiasm, "That's much better!"
"Could I visit with you?" she quired...

"Of course!" Bob opened his screen door and she walked in.