So what happens next in this choose-your-own-Culinary-Fantasyst adventure? Should I go through the rising arrow trajectory of their romance graph? Tuck you gently into BishMax Land for a spell? I could describe their first flush with the darling buds of June. Use fun adjectives, and clever flavors, and spin a translucent sugar fantasy sequence rife with fanciful recipes and heavy pastiche.
How about a nice juicy first kiss interlude?
First: drop some fast and funny dialogue
Next: add some slow and sensual physical paces and a few sensual gestures; a sweet clasping of pinkies before locking lips, and then go for it; a fully immersive dopamine-heavy situation.
But first I probably need to tell you about Bish’s horrible ex, and what a total jerk he is, how he basically is leaving her destitute, and also how she has to share her sweet baby boy with him (and his hideous girlfriend), half the time. But why bother? It will come out eventually.
…The way Max cupped her face, and told her that her eyes were as brilliant and profound as matching jadeite cups, and how he he always had a thing for red-heads. Oh yeah, I should probably mention that Max is the heir apparent to RoxyChox industries, him and his sister Honey, and Juliette to a lesser extent. But I’m not ready for it yet. Not ready to download the whole shpiel.on you just yet.
The Hunker
The rain tapped steadily against the roof of her attic flat. She lay on her right side, exposing her soft white ass to him. The window was a canvas of gray and black forms and shapes, against a slate gray background and layered in thin streaks of silver rain. He placed his hands on her hips and drew her closer, his dick leading the way. She smiled, could she possibly be happy? She bucked when he entered her. He reached for her breast, squeezing her nipple between his fingers n His nose burrowed into the nape of her neck
Yes, this was what she had been denied and what she was craving, it was what made her feel beautiful and wanted, admired and appreciated. It was almost as if Brett’s mistreatment and cruelty was washed away by his sensual focus and finger dexterity, he was erasing her hard drive and freeing up space inside of her. He pulled her on top of him, eyes locked onto hers the whole time. She physically rejoiced in feeling his hard dick inside her by wriggling him into her perfect place. Finally Love or something that felt good, great even. It might have been worth the struggle and the acrimony to get to this moment of sweet ease. She loved the feeling of his coarse chest hairs against her nipples and the strip of hair that went down his belly was rubbing against her stomach like a loofah, exfoliating all the dead layers away. She loved feeling his weight and form on top of her.
At the same time both their phones alerted: Bish immediately certain it was ex- related.
DRTY bomb, in New Jersey. Where in New Jersey? The panic that attended most of her adult life returned. What about Hi? He was with her ex in Jersey. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
“Hiram is in Jersey with his father” she said as calmly as she could.
They looked at each other, he took her hand and stroked it with his thumb, obviously distracted. What does this mean? She automatically dialed her ex. There was nothing. No way to reach him. Hell.
After two hours of panic and intermittent information, they knew they had to stay inside, seal the windows,
“I think we’ll be ok we’re well outside of the toxic bullseye ” He said squinting at his phone.
Hi is also outside it, but barely. And when will be cleared to leave our domiciles? Who do you trust?
“Trust me, baby. We’re in this together, at least for a couple days. And by the way this rain is definitely a good thing.”He gestured to the window.
“You and me against the world, hmmm?” The oxytocin mixed with adrenaline and made her electric. She tried calling her ex again, no answer. She texted him. She got up from the small round kitchen table where they had decamped for the past hour, their WAR room. Max, across from her, seemed to be having more luck in reaching his people.
She descended upon the big fat sumo orange in the fruit bowl, a Mt. Fuji among the dishevelled limes and shrivelled lemons. “Hungry?” she asked him.
He pointed at the gallery of shredded fun-size candy wrappers on the table . “Leftover Halloween loot, is a short term fix. I think I’m crashing” he agreed.
“Maybe I should conserve the fresh fruit and veg, who knows what the fallout is, literally. But I need to do something with my hands, I’m bugging”
“I’ll help you. I’m a great sous chef, my mom made sure of that”
“They say that daily citrus is a cure for depression”
“Are you depressed?”
She checked herself, no, not depressed. More of a frantic afterglow.
They stood beside each other in her tiny little stamp of a kitchenette and set about to make a salad, almost as if their life depended on it. Who knows what anything meant? Who knows what the hell was going to happen. When they were done with prep, they had no better choice but to get back into bed, and share the big bowl of salad between them. Eventually Bish was able to speak to Hi, who was fine and safe, even if it was with his prick father and slut-ho, Bianca.
SWEET TANGY HOT PEPPER VINAIGRETTE:
1/4 cup apple cider vinegar
2 tbsp honey or maple syrup
1 tbsp chopped canned chipotle peppers in adobo sauce (about 2 )
1 peeled/crushed garlic clove
2 tsp. dijon mustard
1/3 c. salad oil ( I used safflower and avocado)
Dressing Method:
Combine first five ingredients in a blender or a mini-processor, pulse a few times. The concoction will be deep orange and a little lumpy.
Add oil in a steady stream and pulse until emulsified. Taste and season with salt and pepper, if you want.
SALAD INGREDIENTS:
10 oz. (i baggie) shaved brussells sprouts or other shredded greens combinations
1/4 cup diced red onion or shallot (1/2 red onion, 1 shallot)
4-6 oz. crumbled Feta or soft-cheese-of -choice
1 Sumo orange