Break the mold, she told me. Do something adventurous and bold. And so I broke with her that day. Just like that!
Told her I was off to being exciting, provocative, and bold. And for a moment, she just stared: open-mouthed, eyes dilated, and face in a flush.
Bold with whom? she inquired. Her arms now folded, right foot tapping.
I smiled and she laughed, even roared for a time, hardly catching her breaths: that sweet, caustic air I so desired. And then we did “The Deed.” The flirty, dirty one. And IT was good. We were good.
But soon after, she ranted and raved, even misbehaved. And again she told me, Break the mold. Do something adventurous and bold. So, I broke with her again. Just like that!
Told her I had options: Bold, beautiful options! And she stood and looked down upon me: Arms folded, left foot tapping this time. What options? she inquired. Tell me NOW, she demanded with a smirk.
I swallowed hard and said: Just options, no more and no less. And I smiled a silly grin. She smiled a teasing grin. And then we laughed, even cried, while doing “The Deed” again and again, even flirtier and dirtier this time.
We were like Aunt Sylvia’s Jello mold: Colorful, fruity, and wobbly. But never broken.
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