When I was 18 I used to hang out at my best friends a lot , I had taken up the nasty habit of smoking and I found that by sneaking down into her dads garage I could have a nice smoke in peace and without hiding in the woods of behind the bike sheds, luckily she spent a lot of time on the phone to her boyfriend and so I could easily sneak away while she was chatting. The plan was working well ‘til one day as I lit up my friend’s dad came in through the garage door, he looked me up and down and tutted, whispering ‘Oh that is disappointing Francesca....... smoking such a filthy habit and sneakin… Read more