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ydia came home from the store and noticed there was something different about Sam. "You OK honey?" she asked. 
  "Yeah I'm fine, just a little tired I guess, I'm still on Rocky mountain time." Sam then blurted out "Lydia have you ever heard of marijuana?" 
  "Sure, I read it in the papers, it said all those long haired hippies smoke it, why?" 
  Sam told her how he had smoked pot on board the Enterprise and he had brought a little back. "Would you like to try some? It beats the heck out of booze." 
  Lydia thought for a minute and then surprisingly said "Yes."

   Sam took a rolled up baggie out his jeans and rolled up a joint at the kitchen table as Lydia watched with interest. Sam lit the thin joint with his Ronson and took a long haul and passed it over to Lydia. He told her to take a puff and hold it in her lungs for a while. Lydia did as Sam said and coughed, she took another puff and held it down, after she exhaled she was going to take another hit but Sam said "Lydia you're supposed to pass it around not smoke the whole thing your self." She passed it back to Sam. 
   After they were done Lydia said "I ain't never felt like this before, you're right Sam this is better than drinking."       
   They sat down on the couch faces aglow and all smiles. Sam reached in behind the couch and grabbed his guitar and gave it a quick tune as he told Lydia a few funny navy stories. Sam sang a few songs as Lydia was thinking how much she loved him as she watched his fingers dance on the steel strings, she noticed each chord made her feel all tingly inside. 
  Sam said "This is the first time I've played in 3 years but I used to sing a lot overseas, all the guys on my deck team thought I was real goofy." Lydia laughed out loud, as Sam looked at her happy face he took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. As the kitchen light fell asleep on the bedroom floor Sam and Lydia made love most of the night. 

  Sunday morning came and Sam went downstairs, out to the shed in his landlord's back yard and sorted out some fishing gear grabbed a tackle box and put it in the back seat of the car. He went back upstairs and got the Coca-Cola cooler with beer and ice inside, when he got back Lydia was just setting Sam's breakfast on the table, "Sam come eat before your eggs get cold."  
  "Do you still like you eggs all runny?" asked Sam. 
  "Yes I do" said Lydia "and I still swear like a sailor when I shave my legs." 
  Sam laughed and ate his eggs as Lydia told him how good the lovemaking and grass was last night. Sam got up and put his plate on the counter and walked over to the phone and was about to dial a number but he couldn't remember his buddy's phone number. He looked it up in the small phone book and made the call as Lydia looked on smiling. 

  "Well I'm off Lydia, going to pick up Donald and head up to Lake Marie and perhaps catch a few fish, we should be back about 4 or so." 
  Sam Stone came home about five o'clock and had two nice small lake trout and as he washed up Lydia had them in the frying pan and they was sizzling by the time Sam had finished washing his hands and face. 
  They sat down and ate and talked about how things might go at the bank the next day. Sam rolled a joint as Lydia washed up the supper dishes. They moved over to the couch and smoked the joint and watched and laughed like school kids at Jonathan Winters on the Ed Sullivan show, after a few songs on the guitar they went to bed.

Next week:  "You got a deal"

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