Leah was fed up with Chris, and his penchant for paying her cookie jar a visit rather than footing his own groceries, and today wasn’t the day, to have missing pickles! Leah’s boss had micro managed her like a gold medalist, plus, she was short on her insurance— with punching palpitations drumming her heart, Leah decided to make this time be the last. She sprinted to her car, trembling the keys until the right one slid into the ignition. Her eyes grazed the store shelves, unable to register the aisles she’d normally breeze through, but after soliciting help, her hit list was complete.
At the apartment, Leah baked a treat that Chris couldn’t resist; especially tonight— date night with a pretentious red-head named Cherry.
Leah left the apartment as asked, giving Chris privacy.
Chris and Cherry cuddled, nibbling on brownies; until a tummy bubble, prompted her to clinch her butt cheeks so tightly that her face reddened, causing Chris to ask if she was okay. In dire straits, Cherry managed a tight-lipped smile, which hid the gap he openly admired. Suddenly, Chris felt a cramp! But before he could excuse himself, Cherry rushed into the bathroom, and exuded a stench so strong, it seeped through the door.
Concerned but grossed out— Chris yelled that there was gas reliever in the cabinet, and in order to spare her embarrassment, he asked for a few too.
Cherry’s limber arm opened the medicine cabinet and despite her pain and shame she roughly squealed, “Chris!” And as he entered the “restless” room, and peered into the cabinet, all of the thoughtlessness he showed against Leah, showered over him as her thoughtfulness finally turned bitter. On a sticky note, stuck to a box of laxatives, he read “SHHH…IT HAPPENS!”
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