Welcome, this is part two of this series. All characters are above the age of eighteen.
Three Days At The Lake House Part Two
Tuesday afternoon
When Victoria found them sitting on the back patio, basking in the aura of the sun's afterglow, she read the idle look on their faces.
"Hey guys, what's going on?"
She wondered if Vince was thinking about Hedy Lamarr when he gazed somewhat longingly into her eyes.
"Oh, just kinda hanging out. Seems like a nice night to just chill, I guess."
"Chill schmill, buddy. Uh, I've been thinking, guys. And I wasn't sure if you'd want to or not, but, since it's been a few years for me, I wondered if maybe we could..."
"Maybe we could what, Mrs. Beaumont?"
Noting the devilish grin plastered on her face, Vince figured his buddy's mom had something mischievous on her mind. But with the look of excitement radiating from her, he figured whatever it was, he'd probably be all in to doing it, too.
"Okay, I'll just say it. I want to see if getting high is as good as I remember it."
Once she'd let those words come out of her mouth, it was as if a load had been lifted, and her real self was finally getting to come out of the shell she'd been hiding in for too long.
"Oh shit, are you serious? You want to smoke reefer? Mrs. Beaumont, you're not kidding, are you, trying to see if we'd fall for some joke of yours?"
"Nope, that's not it at all, Vince. I just want to see what it's like to get high again. There's been some things that's happened...and I'm not going to bother you guys with it. But yeah, if it's okay, I'd like to
borrow
some of your stash. And don't worry, I'll pay you back, that's no problem. 'Cause I know they're not giving that stuff away at the dispensary."
"Ha-ha, no they are definitely
not
handing out free samples. But is this something you're sure you want? Even though we know nobody gets hooked on grass, I've seen some people get really stupid with it. And yeah, I know you're a mature lady and all, but I wouldn't want to be the one that led you down a path you'd regret later. And then I'd have hell to pay for it. I think way too much of you, Mrs. Beaumont. Way more than you probably think I should."
When she heard him make that confession, it made what seemed like a small fire spread all through her insides. And the things she had been thinking about only moments before, came flooding back.
"I think way too much of you, Mrs. Beaumont. Way more than you probably think I should."
"Vince, don't worry about me. Like I told Devin earlier, I was smoking grass way before you guys were even born. And I know what it does, and why it does what it does. I know all about THC, Tetrahydrocannabinol...that's the scientific name for it. But all I know is I used to love the way it would make me feel. And right now, with what I've got going on, I'd really like to feel that way again."
As she made her plea, to lighten the mood, Victoria suggestively shook her hips and breasts in front of Vince, trying to convince him to her line of thinking. "C'mon, honey...help this old gal get high...for just a little while, okay?"
She wasn't sure what was going through his mind, as he just sat there and gazed at her. But whatever it was, with its intensity, and the way his eyes were locked onto her, she sensed an electrical thrill coursing through her vital regions.
When he finally looked away from her, Vince reached over to the ground and started rummaging through his backpack. "Mrs. Beaumont, for you to even say something ludicrous like calling yourself an 'old gal' is simply crazy. I hope you know just how beautiful you are. And hasn't anybody told you lately how fun it is to be with you?"
"Aww Vince, you've always been so sweet. Thanks for trying to make me feel special."
Pulling one of the rolling papers from his Zig-Zag pack, and then opening his baggy of cannabis, Vince took a hefty pinch and began rolling it into a sizable doobie. "Mrs. Beaumont, what the hell? You
are
special. You've always been more than great to me. Since I was a kid, you did really nice things that I never expected anybody would."
Finished with rolling the marijuana cigarette, he licked the end of the paper making sure it stayed rolled up and wouldn't come apart.
Rising up out of the chair until he was standing next to her, he held the decent-sized joint in front of her eyes and asked, "So, who's going to spark this baby up?"
Bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, Victoria revealed how excited she was, "Ooh, if it's okay, I'll do it, Vince. Please, let me do it!"
Still holding the joint directly in front of her face, he told her, "Okay, open up those sweet lips of yours, I want to be the one to put it in."
Raising her eyebrows at Vince's unintentional double entendre, she went ahead and compliantly did as he'd instructed. And then reaching into his pocket he retrieved his lighter. "Here ya go, and when you're ready, light this bitch up, Mrs. Beaumont."
As he stepped back, giving her space, Victoria flicked the lighter until a flame was produced. And then raising it up to the rolled cannabis, sparked life to the first marijuana she'd puffed in a very long time.
Going back in her mind to over twenty-five years in the past, the heavy acrid taste of the lit doobie immediately became familiar again.
"Just remember, ya gotta breathe it in nice and slow, Mrs. Beaumont, nice and slow. Now...hold it...yeah, just like that. Just a few more seconds now. Okay, let it out...gooood."
Even though the experience wasn't exactly as Victoria thought she'd remembered it, she felt the act of getting high was still exhilarating as she meticulously inhaled, then exhaled the pot fumes in and out of her lungs.
"Ooh yeah, (cough), wow. Just (cough) like I (cough) remember it!"
"And I'll tell you, this shit
is
gonna sneak up on you. Before you know it, you'll be feelin' it when just a second or so before, you weren't. Believe me, it's a real kick in the ass when it hits."
She looked up and smiled at Vince's big-brotherly-like protective precautions. "Yeah, I can't wait."
