I wrote my sweetheart a short story. I hope she likes it, and that it takes me to the realm of coitus. Here it is for your reading pleasure:
"Kayla and the Corn"
Kayla stared upon row after row of corn. What an intimidating sight! She finally understood why Pepsi had stopped using real sugar in their beverages. There was too much corn to go around, yet neither enough salsa nor butter to make a culinary work of it.
She reminisced on how she and Charles had often played in this very field as kids. The farmer who had owned the land used to make them cry by throwing apples at them. The farmer's wife, a rather voluptuous woman, would come out and give them cookies and in a loosely veiled attempt to fatten them for the leaner months. Luckily, a local grasshopper named James aided them in escaping her chicanery. After each escape they would sit by the pond eating loofas made of goat cheese.
James and Kayla became fast friends.
This post was edited on 2/12 6:51 PM by d2atTech
