Tara's Fetish, Part One:

My wife Beth comes to me while I'm reading one evening and I see she has a smirky expression on her face. I ask her what's up with her and she tells me it's nothing. I know it's not nothing and poke at her to spill the beans.

"Come on honey. Something has you amused. What's the deal?"

"I was picking up a little in Tara's room while she was in school today and I found some things."

Tara is our thirteen year old daughter. She's a bright and happy young girl, but has recently become a handful since she entered puberty. She's got a friend named Jess that on more than one occasion smelled of smoke, so I immediately thought the obvious.

"What.. She's hiding cigarettes in her room?"

"No, nothing like that. Well I don't know, maybe that too, but I found