“Ummm… hello, can you get me off of this cigarette please?”
“Shhh, I’m trying to read. Roommates have to be courteous,” she giggled, pressing you down again and she took another drag off of the cigarette. Once again the huge smoke cloud made you cough.
“What about me? Shouldn’t you be courteous?”
“I carried you in here - which you said you wanted, and now I’m letting you lay on my soft, plump lip. It’s soft, right?”
“I mean, yes, but…”
“You’re welcome,” she said, “now let a girl read.”
You realized arguing was futile. You stayed pinned between the cigarette and her lips for around another five minutes, occasionally getting covered in smelly fog.
Phebe reached up and removed the cigarette, and brought it over to the ashtray to stub it out. Before she did she lifted her finger off of you and you slid down into the ashtray. You watched as she crushed the butt, which was around the same size as you, with ease.
“Just remember that in case you get any bad ideas,” she giggled.
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