Senior Privileges
It didn't hurt, and i should have expected it, but i dropped the pack and grunted, the cig between my lips falling to the ground among its fellows. jared and his three flanksmen laughed.
BYWAYS - Chapter 1
Then, anton sat to the side, rolled onto his back, and stared with a big smile at the cig-burned ceiling of his car. he felt something drape across his midsection. when he sat up, he saw it was an old, bundled up jersey.
Retribution
"we've secured the space around the planet" raljon explained as he puffed away at his cig finally coming over to map of the system; an awkward crop of some map the diplomatic parallel line located embarrassingly close to the planet, there was no hiding it
Testimony of a Killer- Chapter 1
The cig helped the adrenaline flow out of me as i looked around the small one bedroom hideaway. save for the bloodstains that now dominated the whiteish yellow paint this guy used for color, it was a nice set up, especially at this time in the afternoon.
Is there True Love? Part One
He open the door and places the cig list on the desk for doreen. "thanks" she says without looking up from the computer. he wonders back out of the door and down to the tills, seeing one customer asking for alcohol.
The Trash that Lurks in the Hearts of Possums
"just one cig, please, my friend here already has the shakes from withdrawal, see?" he takes your hand and puts it out in front of you, shaking it.
Griffin's Kiss
She held the burning wood before the tip of your cig. you steered it into the flame inexpertly with one hand and sucked in deeply and rapidly, hoping it was the right way to do it.
Kaiju ga Gotoku 4.7 - The Light in the Tunnel
"ni modo," roberto tapped his cig, "later goji-chan, see you angy-chan." "later flyboy!"
Next Level Ch. 1: Mateship
"even though being a fire-type makes you resistant to cigs, you're not going to feel any better with that in your maw." she growled and flicked the cig away, waiting a split second before snapping at it with her tail, turning it to ashes.
Working Hard part 1
Tattoos, muscles and cigs, not sedentary, introverted and internet-y. it had to be more than just seeing him every weekday, and i was determined to figure out what it was.
The Secret of Hoyt's Farm : Chapter 8
Cassidy nodded, flicking the cherry off the cig to save the rest for later. she was down to her last two, "either way, don't worry about it. once i run out i'm going to quit. i don't even like it any more."
The Space Bimbo 7: An Undignified Race
"hmm, lasts about twelve hours per cig. one puff'll probably make it last about thirty minutes." "long enough, then." "long enough for what?" "for me to fuck you for fucking me over."