Lippencott Yell
She
took a half-toke just to get it lit and then, after expelling all the
air from her lungs she inhaled an enormous hit that made the cherry of
fire move a half-inch down the length of it and then with her lips
gestured for me to take the smoking joint. Still holding her breath she
turned the key in the ignition. As the engine roared toward redline rpms
she depressed the clutch and put it in first. She exhaled a dense cloud
of rich Columbian smoke as she screamed at the top of her lungs and
popped the clutch. The car almost leapt into the air.