REBECCA'S MUSTY FUDGE

Part  2 - "Spreading Rebecca"

Rebecca and Raymond are now ‘an Item’, having fallen in musty lust with each other’s feet.  But their world is about to expand exponentially .

There’s the phone. Let’s listen in :

Hello, Raymond.

My Footness…

Oh, Ray….

Queen of Sole…

Ray-Ray, please, you’re embarrassing me.

It’s all true. But you called me, so what may I do for you? Hmmmm?

Not this time, Fella. This time the treat’s on me.

You want to break our delicious routine?

Not at all, Raymond, honey…I’m just looking to expand the menu.

You’re bored with my butter?

Never, Lover. But it’s time Mama did some fixing, too.

Oooo…I think I like the sound of that. So what are you fixing to Fix?

I told you it’s a treat. Care to guess? ….something sweet?

Okay. I’ll say - Sponge cake in the pedi-creases, strawberry slices perched on each nail, and topped with an eruption from whipped cream mountain, ejaculated straight from the aerosol can.

Angel Food…?

No…Angel Foot.

Ramón, I swear I never met a man could make me swoon like you do…mmmmm….mmm!

Was I warm?

HOT! But not….

Marshmallow toe bunnies, graham cracker crumbles and chocolate sauce?!

Eeeeeeee!!! S’MORES!!!! and….Sooooo, HOT!

I give up.

FUDGE!

Fudge?

HOT FUDGE! …with brownie dough spacers! I’ve been working on it all weekend. I’ve perfected it! I have it! An adorable, pour able consistency….And Mister Lucky Boy, I am going to drench your tootsies in this decadent sauce and devour each and every goddamn chocolate piggie until you beg me to stop!

A Creamy Fudgy….mmmm.

Like a giant sundae, Yes!…to ice cream! Yes! To whipped cream, yes!…. to strawberries, yes! to bananas, oh! We’ll sprinkle your nuts! I’ll be you’re pudgy, fudgy, slutty, piggie! (grunt, grunt…)

Oh! You do a good pig…

I do an EXCELLENT pig, you wait and see me grovel.

Ohhhhhh…..

Ray-ray? Am I sensing a fudge stick growing….with a cherry on the top?

I…uh….I think I agree. We need to expand. Move beyond the feet….

(Gasp) Beyond feet!!??

Indeed.

How beyond?

Ice Cream sandwich…beyond.

Full body? …Raymond?…are you suggesting…?

It IS common practice, you know?

Not where I come from…

We all have our tales…But won’t you allow us a new chapter? Hmm? You’re the best chance I ever had…the first one to understand.

I…I am touched to hear you say that Raymond. Truly touched…

Rebecca it is our calling. The food, the juices, the sauces, the spice….the boldness, the delicacy, the richness….we could live happily on petite fours forever, no doubt! But a pity we never experienced the Grand Buffet!

My Lord, Raymond, you’re pushing me somewhere I could never go before, and yet, you draw me in…you whet my appetite…my lips tremble and drip in anticipation. No one has ever made me salivate so…Raymond?! Next Friday?…after we ‘share the butter’…?

Yes?

Pack a bag and stay over...

Really?

Yes. For two nights, please. Saturday we’ll compare notes, go out shopping…and prepare items…

And Sunday?

Yes, Raymond…my dear, hot, Raymond….come Sunday...all DAY, Sunday...WE Shall Be ‘The Champagne Bruncheon’!

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