For some reason I was mesmerized by this. One day I got locked out of my apartment, and went downstairs to ask Maria if I could hang out there until someone got home to let me in. What she said to me both excited, and scared me. She asked if I wanted a cigarette. I said no, and that I thought smoking was a terrible habit. She then said, "well, why do you stare at me when I'm smoking, then"? I meekly told her that I thought she was very sexy when she smoked.

She then lit up, and blew the smoke right in my face. I cringed, and started fanning it away. She said that she'd make a smoker out of me. I jokingly said you'd have to tie me to a chair and make me. She said that could be arranged. Of course my mother came home with a key at that point.