Danielle did her best to follow her daughter's tip by not sealing her lips around the end of the pipe and leaving a little space, almost as if she were kissing the pipe instead of sucking on it. This seemed to work and made the process of hitting it smooth and effortless and it took a few moments before she realized her lungs were filling with anything. There wasn't much of a taste, and as it filled her chest it only really registered as warmth and fullness and the tiniest hint of burnt metal.

Perhaps foolishly she kind of lost herself in the process and found that she was about...