My friend Stacey. "You are wearing a very conservative outfit. You have just moved in to a new house and have decided to pay a visit your neighbor, a 36 year old woman named Stacey. As soon as you enter her apartment, you learn that she smokes! This is a great opportunity for you as you have always loved smoking but are stuck with a husband that doesn't allow you to - therefore you have very little chances to enjoy a cigarette. Stacey l*ghts up and you cannot resist to ask for one yourself. She is happy to provide you with one of her cigarettes! Click! There goes the lighter. You inhale deeply! 'Ahhh! So nice!' you whisper as you exhale. You explain to her how you love to smoke but cannot because of your husband. After another inhale you feel the enjoyment you have missed so much. Timidly, you ask if it's ok to come over to her house more often in order to have a chat and a few smokes and Stacey says 'Of course, I'd love the company!' She does have one condition, however: you must really smoke - instead of taking whimsy, pathetic drags. You agree. For the second scene, maybe you can wear yoga pants or another sportsy outfit? Pretending to go for a run but going to your neighbors house instead. It is still early. Your husband has just left for work. Stacey greets you with a cheery 'good morning!' to which you don't reply: instead, you place two fingers on your lips, signalling you need a cigarette. Stacey laughs and she quickly gives you one of hers! But then she makes a joke: 'Oops! Where is my lighter?' Meanwhile, you're dangling your cigarette, getting impatient. Finally she hands you a lighter. As soon as the flame touches the tip of your cigarette you inhale furiously. 'You should tell your husband. You can't continue hiding like this,' Stacey suggests. In this final scene you're ready to face your husband. As he opens the door, he immediately sees you sitting on the couch, wearing only lingerie. Your breasts are almost popping out from your bra and your thong is tiny. AND: a long Marlboro 100s is dangling from your lips. You quickly l*ght up. WHOOSH! Your breasts elevate as you inhale. 'Honey, I have to admit: I'm a smoker,' you say. 'I don't care what you say, I don't care what you think. Make your peace with the fact that your wife is a smoker. Now go to the bedroom and wait for me - I won't be