A cute blonde coed facing her private tutor pleads for a study break. She's insisting you might need it as well, since you've both been so taken by incessant studying for hours now. She pulls out a cigarette, cheekily asking you if you mind it. By the look of it, she wouldn't have cared if you would've said no. You don't have time to admonish her since she already lit a More 120s, insisting she needs the nicotine in order to relax a bit. Apparently this young lady has been stealing her mom's smokes without any repercussions, quite proudly admitting so. She keeps smoking, taunting you a bit with the fact that you've quit, yet you seem quite taken by the smoke she keeps on blowing towards you. She keeps taking you onto the memory lane, how she knows how addicted you were in the past, smoking between classes, admitting she was influenced to start smoking by you and that it seems odd now that she's the heavy smoker and you are not. Another drag, another exhale, she smiles and asks you to smoke with her. "Just one cigarette Professor, you know you want to, just feel the smell of the burned tobacco, doesn't that tempt you at all?" And this was it, the minute she pulled another More from her stolen pack and handed to you, you knew you couldn't say no.