All the evening, neither Betty nor Samantha had been alone in the smoker's room, so they never gave me any sign, I mean no wavings or so. At one time, Betty was the last one to leave the room, and she gave me a quick "thumb-up" sign which I responded to. The smoker's room was dark after eight o'clock, but I saw Samantha in her office. A few times I looked up to see if I could see Betty, but I couldn't look into her room from my window. That means, she couldn't look into mine either but when I had been standing just behind the window, she must have easily could see me. I was glad I had just been looking...

At nine o'clock, I left my flat and crossed the street to find Betty inside the entrance doors. She opened and said welcome and we had a nice chat on our way up. I noticed a clear smell of cigarette smoke from her, and I noticed she was really beautiful. Yes, she looked like around 24, she really did. Samantha was already in the smoker's room, opening a bottle of red wine when we came. "Hi", she said and gave me a kiss right beside my mouth. "Ahaaaa?", Betty smiled. "Never mind", Samantha smiled at her, shortly.
- You don't smoke?, Betty asked me and lit aa cigarette.
- No, but please go ahead, I don't mind at aall, I smiled at her.
- No, I know, Betty said and smiled in a mosst teasing way.
- He knows you know, Samantha smiled and liffted her glass. She hadn't lit her cigarette as yet. After we had drunk, she lit it, but after we had been chatting a short while, she started to cough. She coughed for about fifteen seconds, turning her head towards the wall.
- Must be a brown spot on the wall soon, Bettty giggled and we laughed together.
- She's jealous because she doesn't sound liike a REAL smoker, Samantha said with a pretended indignation. She started to giggle.
- Actually, once I... she began a new coughiing fit by a long, almost prolongued, rattling. - Oh, poor Sam, Betty sighed, finished her cigarette and got up. To my surprise, she started to massage Samantha's chest quite far down, almost between the beginning of the breasts, with one hand, cupping the other hand over the mouth.
- I can't help loving to do this, Betty expllained we she sat down again. I hear her cough all the days long, sometimes she gets one coughing fit after another for more than half an hour, and sometimes I hear how she coughs her... mucus, you know, up and swallow it. I just MUST help her.
- You're SOOO helpful Samantha laughed. Theyy both started on new cigarettes and we had soon emptied the wine bottle.
Betty picked another from a bag behind her and started to open it with a corkscrew, at the same time as Samantha started to hack again.
- I'm busy with this one, so it's your turn now, Betty grinned.
- Seriously?, I quickly replied and tried too catch Samantha's eyes. She looked up while coughing and tried to smile. She made a gesture towards her mouth which I interpreted as a "yes"...

I quickly cupped my right hand over her mouth, but one or two inches from it so I didn't touch her. Her cough was so warm, so humid. Suddenly, while she was inhaling, she took my hand in hers. I thought she was going to push my hand away, but on the contrary, she pressed it closer so my fingers touched her around her lips. She probably saw that I was glancing at her chest, because now her other hand took my other hand and put it there, in the middle. Her cough got deeper and I thought she was about to cough some of her mucus right in my hand, but she shut her mouth to keep it there before swallowing.
- Did you like it, Betty asked. I didn't whaat to say, so I tried to gain some time to think of a good answer.
- How do you mean, I said
- Well, I mean, of course I don't HELP Sam bby doing it, I just... well, LIKE it, and since Sam doesn't have anything against it... you know...
Of course I knew, but I didn't know if I should reveal it, or tell them that I LOVED it. By the way, wasn't Betty blushing a bit, yes she was. She quickly had more wine and lit a third cigarette.
- Sorry, Samantha said, I thought I would coough my mucus right in your hand. She laughed a little.
- You're really coughing up mucus? I asked.<
- Yes, I do, sometimes. To start with, I staart every morning with a wheezing coughing fit, or rather a sequence of coughing fits. It goes on more or less for an hour, but the first ten minutes is one long coughing fit. Then, as Betty mentioned, I have a regular cough the whole day, but it gets worse after about seven o'clock somewhere. She dragged on her third cigarette. - Don't know why, but Betty always asks me about my cough, or comments on it, she smiled.
- Perhaps because she cares, I smiled at Bettty and touched her soft hand. Samantha started to hack, then inhaled deeply and coughed once towards that wall again. It brought her back to what she was going to say, when Betty had said that there would soon be a brown spot on the wall but Samantha had started to cough before she had commented.
- Yes, I was going to say (she started to giiggle), a few weeks ago I was alone in here and got a long coughing fit. I was looking out, thinking about something, and managed to cough right at the window, so I could see a wet spot on it. I took a handkerchief to polish the window.

The more the women drank, the more they smoked, and we had opened the third but last bottle. They were giggling a lot, and Betty could hardly control herself when Samantha got a bad coughing fit. She put the cigarette in the ash tray, cupped both hands up over that great nose and coughed so she was shakening in her chair. After almost a minute of coughing, she bent her body forward so, from where I was sitting, I could see her breasts, and she finished the coughing fit by almost whooping. She sat up but let the hands remain. She started to giggle with the hands still cupped, got up and left the room. "Excuse me", she said under the hands.
- I think she coughed her smoky, brown mucus right into her long, cigarette- smelling hands, Betty said, put her cigarette in the ash tray and we started to kiss deeply. Her tongue tasted cigarette smoke (which I didn't dislike at all despite the fact that I'm a non-smoker) and her sweet nostrils exhaled smoky air in my face. We stopped kissing and just looked in each other's eyes when Samantha came back.
- Oh, you're SOOOO cute! she giggled andd kissed my cheek, then Betty's before sitting down. Betty and I sat down again in our chairs.
- Oh, I coughed so I got it in my hands, Sammantha explained. - Did you see the balloon, she suddenly addeed.
- Oh, Sam, please... Betty said and despite all the wine, she really blushed and looked embarrassed.
- You see, Johnny, Samantha went on after drragging on her cigarette, just a few days ago, or was it yesterday, can't remember, never mind, Betty rubbed me over my chest with a big balloon, it felt fantastic, come on Betty, I LIKED it, and so did you, why would you have brought a balloon here otherwise, come on, Johnny, don't you think it sounds funny?
Samantha was talking like a fall, the wine had a certain effect on her, but Betty still looked embarrassed and obviously felt that the balloon trick was something private between the two of them. She almost looked a bit sad.
- Come on Betty, I said, put my arms around her and kissed her cheek, I saw most parts of it the other evening. You were great, I added, whispering in her ear.
- You must have seen quite a lot, Betty said.
- Come on, forget about it, I said. - Just one question, I said and pulled her closer, - are you two, you know... are you...
Samantha finished her cigarette, came over to us and without any forewarning gave me the longest and deepest kiss I've ever experienced.
- Does that answer your question? No, Betty and I are NOT making love.
- Sorry, Samantha, I said.
- We're just ... playing, Betty explained. SShe had some more wine before going on, now sitting on my knee. - From top to bottom, I LOVE getting Sam's cough in my hands, I LOVE massaging her chest when she's coughing, I LOVED doing it with that balloon yesterday, but there are other things I love even more, she said and we kissed deeply again. She left to go to the ladies' room.
- And I can't help loving when she's around me when I'm coughing, doing all that, Samantha said and coughed shortly.
- And I can't agree more with her, I said, ggot up and gave Samantha a long, deep kiss. She almost forced me out of the room, into a dark room on the other side of the corridor where noone could see us from my house and we made love. It was over too quick, really, and we turned back to the smoker's room. Betty was sitting in her chair, leaning her head towards the wall, asleep.
- Wake her up with a sweet kiss, Samantha toold me and took her purse. I did, and Betty woke up, looking a bit dizzy.

On our way down to the entrance, Samantha coughed hardly in her hand.
- I'll cough my lungs up tomorrow morning, sshe smiled tiredly before I kissed her good-bye.