My outfit is black. My lips are black. My nails are red - Marlboro red, to be exact. Which is appropriate, because that's what I'm smoking for you. Actually, I'm not just smoking FOR you. I'm smoking AT you. Every time I exhale, I lean in, right in front of your face, and blow out as much smoke as my damaged little lungs can hold. I know you like it - that's obvious. And when I hold your face in my soft little hand while I exhale all over you till I can't even see you and your skin, your hair, your clothes, everything REEKS of my smoke - well, I can tell by looking at you that when I do that, you LOVE it.