No one in my family knew I enjoyed the occasional cigarette (way too many times). It was bound to happen that one day, they'd find out all about my little secret. This one particular day, when no one was home (or so I though), I decided to sit down and smoke a few nice, long Winston Red 100s. Little did I know, my stepbrother had been watching me all along inhaling that poisonous, yet so delicious, smoke. He made fun of me at first. Then things got a little more heated. He said that he'd tell step-mom and step-dad I was smoking behind their backs. What a foul habbit. He told me that there w... Show more