i went to the tabac to get her a pack of chesterfields, and when i came back she still hadn't taken her boots off, though her panties were back in place. i never thought a girl could be so lazy, so fucking lazy, and so in control of my voluntary life. she grinned a little, pushing her hair back and then forward, teasing my preference for her neck showing. i had a fag ready for her when she brought up the lighter. she was always the one with the fire.