| Fudge in bite size pieces. I grabbed a piece of fudge and started my dash for the back stairs to Sue's bedroom. The kitchen door slammed before I finished my getaway. In walked Sue and another woman, whom I thought perhaps vaguely I had met before. Chattering as she usually does, Sue directed the other woman, "Ok let me grab the punch. Can you grab the serving spoon and oh more napkins out of the closet right next:?" Sue's voice trailed off as she finally spied me. "Wow," she whistled, "hot damn!" She surveyed me like meat on a platter. I think I almost punched her right ... |