Paper.

It was raining heavily outside. He sat on his chair smoking his dope. His room had nothing but a table, a chair and the carpet.

A knock on the door. He walked up to the door and looked through the keyhole. A tall slender figure stood there with a small handbag on its side. He smiled and opened the door.

A girl walked in wearing a raincoat. She was completely drenched. She took off her raincoat and let it rest on the handle near the door. .

A small yellow light in the room made everything visible.

Almost visible.

"hey baby, ready for a round?" Her sexy voice dripped with sensuousness that would make any guy swoon.

he smiled and motioned her to the carpet.

She took off her shirt. The dim yellow light made her skin glow like gold in candlelight. She went and laid on the carpet, teasing him as she went. Her chin up, she looked into his eyes. The yellow light is all that she could see in the specs he wore. He was looking at her.

Her lips were red as cherries, her bosom as curved as the edges of a cola bottle. Her brown eyes were now, wandering around the room.  Her hands, trying to touch the ceiling, were going swaying in the air.

He went to the cupboard and came out with a stack of green cards held together with a string. They looked old, as if worn out with time.

“what do you call them again?”

“Leaves.”

“Oh yea, I remember. The first time you told me you about them, I had not believed you. I was more intrigued than tempted the try them out. i had heard so much about them. I know they are supposed to be extinct. I don’t know from where you got them, But man. do they taste good. What is it that you always say abut them?..”

“Leaves that make you leave.”

He smiled as he took out one of the ‘leaves’ from the stack and made it into a roll. He started making them wet with the tip of his tongue.

She looked at him with an anticipation of pleasure. Her lips said it all. They were wet, almost drooling.

“I was reading one of the old journals the other day. They had an article about the lost art of smoking. You know, in earlier times people used to roll up leaves in small sheets and then inhale the smoke to get high? It was supposed to make them feel more in control of themselves. But the scientists came out with a theory that this was killing people and the worst part was, the government supported them. Together, they burned every fucking tree down. Fucking scientists. No wonder their race died down.”

He looked at her, passing  the roll to her, smiling through his specs.

“What makes you think they died down?”

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