I sat outside on Mark's balcony smoking a cigarette and enjoying the beautiful August night. Despite the heat of the day it had cooled down quite a bit and there was a nice breeze. I stretched my long legs out and rested my ankles on the railing. Taking a long drag I let it out slowly savoring the taste. Smoking was the one indulgence I allowed myself and even at that I had cut down to less than a half a pack a day at this point it was more of a guilty pleasure than a need. I sighed contentedly and burrowed deeper into the chair wrapping Mark's red silk...