I remembered how she’d looked when we first started dating. How she’d been way too skinny for me… practically emaciated, even for a girl. I remember thinking that she was perfect for me in nearly every other way, a prime example of petite perfection that would have turned the heads of every straight, hotblooded man, likely even plenty of straight, hotblooded women too, if even one of her many drunken recollections of her college “experimentations” ended holding up as true. But, as far as my personal tastes went, she was… okay, she was lacking… a bit. She was just too skinny… My girlfriend, when we had met at least, had had no curves to speak of. Her rail-thin physique was practically appalling to me, in spite of how pretty she was. She had beautiful almond-brown eyes and shiny, striking auburn hair, but her flat chest, super-slim waist and nonexistent ass were far from enticing for me. With such a perfect, pretty face and a beautiful smile, it had only taken one date before I’d been
Interview With a Baker by chickenshack, literature
Literature
Interview With a Baker
“I hope you enjoy them! Have a nice day!” “And you too, sweetheart. Best of luck!” “Oh, thanks Mrs Finley… I’m so nervous!” “Oh, well, they’d just be a bunch of fools to not pick you,” Mrs Finley waved away the notion with her free hand. The other plump hand was clutching a paper bag full of croissants that she knew for a fact that she would be enjoying later. In the three years since this new bakery had opened up in her neighborhood, it had become her new favorite spot; she must have stopped in almost every day some weeks… Of course, in Alexa Finley’s opinion, the owner was an absolute peach pie as well. “I hope you’re right, Mrs F,” said peach pie flashed an apprehensive smile. “Oh, I know I am,” Mrs Finley asserted before turning to leave. Before she had exited the small shoppe, she stopped to turn back around. “And by the way, my friends call me Alexa,” she smiled casually. “Oh,” the shop owner replied, “well, I’m Chelsea,” she replied, returning the smile. “It’s