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Marcy's Playground 8 by loyalsock
Date: 8/17/2016, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock
... around and looked at me. I shrugged. "I don't like to cook. I bring bologna sandwiches to work for lunch." "So bologna and ice cream, that's really well balanced." "Well, I had a real meal when you took me out to dinner." "One real meal," he said. "Oh, plus popcorn. From the movie. So I'm set. Totally well-rounded diet. But stress calls for chocolate. So what do you think? Chocolate chip cookie dough? Chocolate peanut butter? Triple chocolate? Rocky road? Chocolate butter pecan? Chunky monkey? Mint chocolate chip?" He looked at me. "Decisions, decisions," I said. He shook his head slightly. "You're right, we should have a little bit of all of them." "How do you stay so skinny?" "I'm not skinny," I said. "Okay, how do you stay so perfectly bodacious?" I smiled. "Good genes?" He had closed the freezer in order to give me shit about my awesomely wide deliciousness collection. I opened the freezer, looked at the choices for a few seconds, and got out the limited edition Haagan Daas Midnight Chocolate Cookies and Cream. I looked over at Jean-Luc. Might as well go for it. I'm sl**ping with him, he's not going to judge if I go whole hog. I opened the refrigerator, got out a container of ricotta cheese, and dumped a huge scoop into the Midnight tub. "What?" Jean-Luc said. I got two spoons. "Don't knock it until you try it," I said. He took a bite. His eyes rolled back into his ...
... head. "Oh my God. This is fantastic." "How does that song go again?" I asked. "Which one?" "You know." He looked at me. "Oh." He put the tip of his finger in the cheese, put it on my bottom lip, and kissed it off. He sang softly. "Your love, is better than ice cream." His voice was slow, full, deep. "It's better than anything else that I've tried. Your love, is better than chocolate." He pried out a chunk of chocolate cookie with his finger and fed it to me. "Everyone here knows how to cry." I laughed. I didn't know that was the next lyric. "I aim to please," he said. "Now tell me what was bothering you." "You'll think it's silly," I said. "You're entitled to be silly," he said. "It's the altruism thing," I said. "I'm confused." "Well, I didn't know what altruism meant," I said. I looked at him to see if he thought I was dumb. No. "So I looked it up. It took me a minute to get it. But when I got it, it was so great. You know, you thinking that what made an adult was willingness to give to others." "Marcy, I don't know why I said that; there are lots of shitty adults who don't give a damn about others." "Yeah, but that's not what occurred to you." "Marcy..." I looked up, trying to think how to put into words what had triggered my outburst. "I, just want to be real. I mean, really real. And nice. As nice as you, and Heather, and ...