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I kept checking my watch, it was getting closer to the time when Tom and Tracy were due to stop by.  Dinner was almost ready.  It smelled completely awesome and with a smell like that, there's no way it wouldn't taste incredible.  No need for salad, not with this dish.  I made a few adjustments to it; this wasn't going to be a lite dinner in any way shape or form.  It was cold today and this afternoon it started to rain and rain hard.  The perfect day for heavy filling and delicious comfort food and that's exactly what this was.
There was cornbread, chipotle pasta, and flan.  Not to mention, I decided at the last minute to skip the wine and I got a couple six packs of Dos Equis and put a few in the freezer so they'd be really cold when it came time to serve which was now only minutes away.  That's one six pack in the freezer, the other one I was saving for later, tonight wasn't about getting hammered.
And then came the knock on the door.
"Hi Sam!"  Tracy said with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Hello to you."  I said and shook Tom's hand as I always did.
"Dude that smells good."  Tom said.
"I know."  I said.  "I'm glad you guys are here, I thought I was going to have to start without you."
"You better not start without us."  Tracy said faking anger.  "That smells too good!"
While I was taking her jacket I couldn't help but notice her jeans were much baggier than they were last Saturday night and it wasn't because she was thinner.  They looked brand new and they appeared to be a bigger size.  But, I didn't want to spend too much time dwelling on it, I had dinner to serve.
Tracy took the initiative to give the table a good look and give me tips and advice about table setting.  She asked about wine and I explained that I thought a good Mexican beer might go better with the dinner and she agreed and placed a couple mugs in the freezer for me.
She had other ideas as well, like special plates for different meals and offered to go with me the next time I went shopping for stuff like that and she could help me pick things out.  Then she suggested she bring Tom along to keep me company while she spent my money.
I told her I'd let her know, I didn't know about all that.  Getting a bunch of different plates and table settings for different dinner ideas sounded nice, but I live in a one-bedroom apartment and there's only so much space.  Maybe someday, I liked her line of thinking.  I just didn't know anything about decorating.
"Sam, next week you should make something Asian and I'll go with you to the mall to pick some nice settings out."  She said.
"Asian?"  I said.  "Like Thai?  Or Chinese or what?"
"That's up to you."  She said.  "As long as we're invited."
As soon as the bell rung on the oven and the cornbread was finished I popped the pasta under the broiler to brown the cheese a little bit and started loading everything on the table.
I waited until the last possible minute to get the mugs out of the freezer so they could get as chilled as possible.  I wished I had thought of that, I'd planned on drinking right from the bottle, but I guess it's better table manners to pour it into a glass first.  At least the bottles were well chilled.
"So, this Sarah girl is coming back to the office on Monday, huh?"  Tracy asked.  "Is she coming next weekend?"
I know I turned red again.  "I don't know."  I smiled sheepishly.  I talked boldly about asking her out when it was a week away, but now it was only a couple days away and I could feel my nerve slipping.
"Do you want me to call her for you?"  Tracy said smiling.
"No."  I said.  I knew she was joking, but just think how awkward that would be.
I placed the tray of pasta on the table and Tom placed the cornbread beside it for me while Tracy grabbed a towel from the drawer and placed it over top of the cornbread to keep it warm while we ate.
I could not have been happier with how everything turned out.  It was perfect.  It was full of flavor and just spicy enough, the beer and cornbread were the perfect compliment.  I thought for a moment that perhaps a mojito would have been even better, but I wasn't sure how to make one and didn't want to give anybody any ideas.  I'd have to practice that one first.
"Another hit, Sam."  Tracy said now on her second helping.  "This is like really good."
"Yeah.  Did you get this out of a box, or what?"  Tom asked.
"No."  I said, my eyes narrowed.  "I didn't get it out of a box.  I actually cooked it.  I didn't just open a box, mix the contents and heat it up."
"I suggested that Sam make something Asian for next weekend."  Tracy said.
"Oh like noodles or something?"  Tom asked.  He knew how to fake being dumb just enough to get a rise out of Tracy and make her laugh.  It still puzzled me how a goob like him managed to land someone like her, she was way out of his league.
"Rice."  Tracy said.  "And octopus.  Right, Sam?"
"Yeah, something like that."  I said.  "I'll have to put some thought into it.  I don't really know what to make, Thai was the first thing that came to mind."
"What movie did you get?"  Tom asked.
"Joe Dirt."  I said with a smile and the others laughed.
"Good choice."  Tom replied.  "And she forgot to bring Avatar."
"Is it good?"  Tracy said.  "I didn't see that one."
"It's pretty good."  I said.  "Funny."
Three or four servings didn't surprise me about Tom, he was a fairly large guy.  Larger than me, although I don't see myself as all that large, being 5'7" and 170 pounds give or take.  Three then four servings for Tracy did surprise me.  She was like a machine, the beer probably helped, she had two of them.  Being 5'3" and maybe 135 lbs. a couple beers and she's buzzing.
The pan was mostly empty, the recipe said it made four servings so I tripled the amount of ingredients, not because I thought we'd make quick work of it, but because I wanted to have enough leftovers for lunch, hopefully at least four days so I could save money instead of eating out.  DC is expensive.
Instead, we made quick work of it.  I couldn't help but watch Tracy eat.  Her chewing got slower and slower as she worked through her third and fourth helping, I could tell she was really savoring it.  Even the cornbread was disappearing, mostly due to Tracy's appetite.  She would absentmindedly take a piece and then realized what she had done and she'd push the pan away as if to keep herself from taking yet another square.  As we talked, she'd absentmindedly pull the pan back and take another square, realize what she did and push it away again.  Soon it was gone.
We talked a little while longer at the table about nothing in particular and Tom brought up dessert, said I'd made some, but suggested we watch the movie first and digest for a little while and they agreed.  We were all sporting a good sized tummy bulge when we stretched from the table, Tracy the shortest of all three had the most pronounced bulge since she ate as much as we did and had a shorter frame to pack it into.
She snuggled close into Tom and smiled warmly rubbing his belly.  I must admit I was jealous.  How nice that must be.  On with the show.  It was time for Joe Dirt.  Still, I wondered if Sarah would do that for me.

It wasn't quite twilight when the girls came back to the room.  Sarah had thought about going to a club, but apparently her two friends had spent a good deal of the afternoon drinking at the beach bars since they were both pretty well hammered.  They were too drunk to notice the cheesecake containers or the wrappings for the burgers and fries she had earlier, or anything else for that matter.  It looked like a going to a club was out of the question.
She wasn't too disappointed.  Her sunburn still stung and she was pretty tired from a day of doing pretty much nothing but watching television, snoozing and feeding her face.  By the time the sun was setting the other two girls headed to bed and passed out even though it was early.  Sarah thought of doing the same thing since she was so tired, but opted to watch a little more TV instead.
The sound of her stomach growling caught her off guard.  As much as she'd eaten today, she couldn't believe she was hungry again.  It wasn't just the pangs, it was the burning desire to eat; eat whatever they had at the buffet and eat as much as she could.  The feeling of shame and exhilaration came over her again.  She closed her eyes and practiced some deep breathing exercises she learned years ago to reduce her anxiety until she calmed down.
"Should I wake the girls and see if they want to eat?"  She said quietly.
She decided it would be rude to just leave them and eat without them, so she tried to wake both of them in turn but they were dead to the world from too much alcohol, tequila was her guess, and lots of it.  The way they were staggering and slurring she was surprised they even found the room . . . or the hotel for that matter.
A quick note stuck on the refrigerator would let them know where she was if they happened to wake up and came looking for her.  She had a feeling they wouldn't and she was only going to Billy's in the lobby anyway for the nightly buffet.  And since it was something different every night, she was perfectly happy that they didn't go to some place exotic for dinner.  Adventurous eating was nice, but being in a foreign land she didn't know about strange ingredients and didn't want to bring up her fear of slimy things, like snails.  She shivered at the thought.
They had just placed the seafood dishes out in the buffet line.  They served the buffet all day but at five they brought out the nightly theme and she'd gotten there just in time for the fresh dishes.  As tired as she was, that brought a smile to her face and the smells were fantastic.
She started with a generous serving of pasta and white sauce with small chunks of white fish and shrimp with the occasional scallop.  Then she got shrimp scampi and penne.  After that she carried two plates, one with large portions of garlic bread and the other with either pasta or something breaded.  There was no way she'd pass up the crab legs, that was another trip and again returning with a plate in each hand.  The garlic bread was extraordinary.
A belch escaped her and she giggled looking around.  It appeared no one heard her, she was embarrassed just the same.  She rubbed her rounded belly, she was so stuffed if she could have passed for pregnant before, it was doubly so now.  Light headed she almost passed on dessert until she saw them bringing fresh dessert to the line.  Well, seeing that, she couldn't quit now.
A little out of breath she made one more trip sampling many different sweet morsels.  Some of the dishes she had no idea what they were, so taking several with her she sampled them all.  One was flan, that she could tell.  Another tasted like it was made with sweet potatoes, she have to get another round of that.  Another was almost like a gelato with coconut and rum.  There was even ice cream.
The ride back in the elevator was long and the slightest jar of movement hurt her gorged belly.  She cradled it with her arm vowing that once the vacation was over she wasn't going to eat like this anymore.  This was how she got fat in the first place, she reminded herself, and she wasn't going to go down this road again.  This was the last time.
The girls were still sleeping when she returned over an hour later.  She quietly packed her things other than tomorrow's outfit and plopped down in front of the television with the large piña colada shake she brought with her from Billy's.

About halfway through the movie I suggested I serve the flan.  Either it didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped, or it wasn't as good as I thought flan was, probably the latter since I couldn't remember the last time I'd tried it.
With the movie over and the weather turning colder and drizzly again, it was time to wrap things up for the night and the three of us said our goodbyes.  I gave Tom's hand a good shake and he gave me a look of approval, which was enough to show me he thought I'd done a good job tonight.
Tracy gave me good encouragement to talk to Sarah on Monday morning, making me promise to invite her for next week and she was anxious to meet such a wonderful girl.  Then she gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek and a big smile telling me how proud of me she was for making such a great dinner and liked these new changes in me.  She felt very soft and bloated and larger, not only than last week, but larger than she'd felt when she got here this evening.
I bid them goodnight and proceeded to stress over asking Sarah out on Monday.  A pint of ice cream helped me through.

"Sarah, are you going to get up?"  Amy asked giving her a gentle shake.
"Huh?"  Sarah replied groggily.
"We're going to have to get ready and get going pretty soon."  Amy said.  "We only have a couple hours before we have to catch our flight."
"Oh."  Sarah said.  "What time is it?"
"Like nine."  Lori said as she entered the room with nothing but a towel struggling to hide the girl's generous curves.  "I'm finished in there, you can go next."
She dutifully dragged herself to the bathroom knowing she was going to have to get moving if they were going to make one last stop at Billy's before going to the airport.  If today was going to be anything like the flight down, she'd better get a good meal in because a week ago they were starving while they waited for the plane.
The steam was clearing from the mirror after Lori's shower and Sarah got a good look at her naked physique.  Her body was looking very soft.  She was still bloated from the night before, at least she was hoping it was bloat and not a new layer of fat.  Turning on the water she had to look again.  It wasn't just bloat.  She felt not only soft, but heavy.  She felt very heavy.  Still hoping it was at least mostly bloat she got showered and readied herself to go home.
"No more eating like that."  She said quietly and blew a long slow breath through her plump lips as though letting go of that behavior for good.
Amy and Lori were packed and waiting.
Sarah threw on some sweat pants and a white "Cozumel" souvenir t-shirt.  They would have just enough time to eat and come back for their bags, as their flight didn't leave until noon, so they made one last trip to Billy's and Sunday was the all day breakfast buffet.  She recalled what she said in the elevator the night before about not eating like that anymore and her reminder to herself during her shower; she didn't plan on being such a glutton today, but she wanted to be sure she got her fill of pancakes, sausage and bacon.
She ate with gusto, but her friends only picked at their plates.  They were forcing food down and sipped ice water and a little Coke while they filled Sarah in on what they did at the beach the day before and explained they were still too hung over to eat very much.  Each trip Sarah made to the buffet line her friend's eyes were on her belly although she didn't take notice.
They stopped at one plate and talked quietly while Sarah filled a second, third, fourth and fifth plate, all the while her belly bulged further and further out.  Feeling bloated again she took a hearty chug of Coke so the bubbles would sooth her distended belly.  Stifling a belch, she decided to make one last trip.  This trip would include a large stack of pancakes topped with strawberry compote and plenty of whipped cream.  She looked around, but the only people watching were her friends, they seemed to be smiling about something, so Sarah put her plate under the soft serve machine and drew a small heap of vanilla ice cream right on top of her pancakes.
She sat down hard in her seat and dug in.
"Mmm."  She moaned.  "This is so good."
"Um . . . Sarah."  Amy said.  "Don't you think you're over doing it just a little?"
"Yeah."  Lori, of all people, said.  "You don't want to undo your diet all in one week do you?"
"Today is our last day of vacation."  Sarah said.  "I'm not going to over do it anymore after this."  She was embarrassed having already broken her promise to herself, but finished her plate anyway.
Their flight left as planned.  She and her friends were in their seats and snoozing even before take off.  She felt warm and stuffed and happy.  The smile on her face showed as much, as she drifted off resting her hand on top of her growing belly.  They were lucky enough to get a deal on a direct flight back to Dulles and she slept the whole way, as did her friends.  Sarah drove the three to the airport and parked her car in the long term parking before the flight, now upon arriving back home, she dropped off her friends at their apartments and headed home to her apartment in Centreville.
After dropping Amy off at her apartment near Fair Oaks Mall, she cruised through the parking lot thinking she'd stop at Starbuck for a pick me up before heading in for the night.  Instead, on the way, she saw the sign for the Cheesecake Factory.  Inside she kept telling herself no, then at least decided, why not?
"Technically, I'm still on vacation."  She said doing her best to justify stopping.  "I have to eat something and I don't think I have anything at home I can make quickly and there's no way I'm cooking tonight."
She pulled into the 'curbside to go' and walked in.
"Let's see."  She said looking over the menu.  "I'll get an order of the Southern Fried Chicken Sliders, the Pasta DaVinci and the Red Velvet Cheesecake to go."

I was so nervous that morning that the usual Monday gridlock didn't even faze me.  As far as I was concerned, traffic was moving much too fast.  I was anxious to see Sarah but so nervous at the same time because I wanted to ask her out, but now I felt like I was being cornered into it and I didn't even know what to say.
She was going to look hot, I knew that.  Tanned, well rested, cheerful, all the things I loved about her she would be today times ten.  Plus it would be even better because I hadn't seen her for a week.  I'd been thinking about her the whole time and she'd have no way of knowing that.
I'll just play it by ear, I kept telling myself.  We'll have to see how it goes.
I walked into the storage closet, past Norm's desk, which was empty and to my cube.  I stood there for a second listening to see if I could hear whether or not Sarah was there and it didn't sound like it.  I leaned over to take a peek and she was not in her seat.
I sat for a second trying to compose myself, there was work in my box, so at least Norm had something for me to do today.  I saw the pile on his desk when I walked by, looked like enough for the week.  That always puzzled me, with all the money the government spent, I didn't understand why there weren't more invoices to process.
I suddenly felt tired.  Maybe it was my nerves and now I was crashing from the adrenalin that had been pumping through my veins all morning.  I hadn't even started working and I needed a pick-me-up.  I did my customary walk around to find that I was alone again, everybody was late as usual.  I was late too, but only by five minutes that is how it usually was.
I put some change into the soda machine and got a Mountain Dew to start my day.  I checked the Reese's slot in the snack machine, it had been refilled and two hung on the end just as it had before.
I smiled as they both plunked against the trap door down below.  I put one on Sarah's desk and sat down to start my day.  Not start my day by working, mind you.  I wouldn't want to start off on a bad foot.  No, first I checked my email, my Facebook and my Myspace.  Then I checked the news and the weather.
Her phone rang and no one answered.
It was half past eight and I was starting to wonder whether or not she was coming in.  It's not all that unheard of to call off sick the day after a vacation.
I thought I heard her huffing and puffing as she came into the room, she sat down heavily on her chair and sighed.
"Whew."  She said panting.
"Is that you, Sarah?"  I asked.
"Hi Sam."  She gasped.  She was out of breath.
"Are you okay?"  I asked.
"Yeah."  She panted.  "Elevator is out.  Had to use the stairs."
"Oh."  I said.  I usually took the stairs anyway, it was quicker than waiting on the elevator that had last been inspected sometime after the building was built in the 1930s.
"Is anybody here?"  She asked.
"Just us."  I said.  "How was your vacation?"  I asked.  "Must have been great, huh?"
"Well."  She hesitated.  "It was okay I guess."
"Okay?"  I said.  "Didn't you go to Cozumel?"
"Yeah."  She said unenthusiastically.
"Tell me what you did?"  I said.  "Margaritas on the beach everyday?"
"Um. . . no."  She said.  "In fact I only went to the beach once, and. . . "
"And what?"  I asked.
"Well, look."  She said and I spun around in my chair to see her red RED skin that had just begun to start pealing.
"Ouch."  I said.  She was so sunburned.  Not to mention she looked very puffy.  Like puffy like she gained a good bit of weight over her vacation.  She looked magnificent.  Keep your composure.
"We spent all of Monday at the airport."  She said.  "Didn't even get there until late Monday night.  Tuesday it rained.  Wednesday it rained most of the day, finally got out to go to a club.  Thursday we were so hung over we didn't do anything until late, then we went to a club again.  Friday I was hung over again and so tired I fell asleep on the beach and got burned.  Saturday I was too burned to do anything and we flew home yesterday."
"I'm sorry you didn't have a good time."  I said.  "That sucks."
"It's okay, Sam."  She said.  "At least I wasn't here at work."
"True.  So, you went dancing and what else?"  I asked.  "How was the food?  Was it exotic?"  I had to ask, being a foodie.
"Oh, the food was great!"  She said.  "There was this restaurant right in the lobby of the hotel, it was called Billy's American Grill.  They had great food.  We ate there just about every night."
"Well, that's good."  I said.  "I'm kind of a foodie myself, I'm always interested in exotic cuisine."
"Oh, that's cool."  She said.  "It wasn't very exotic, but it was good.  Oh, did you leave me this Reese's cup?"
"Oh, yeah."  I said, I almost forgot about it.  "There were two hanging again."
"Thanks, Sam."  She said and I heard the wrapper open.  "I shouldn't eat this though, I was pretty bad while I was on vacation.  My diet was out the door."
I laughed.  "Well, you shouldn't worry about that stuff while you're on vacation."
"That's what I thought."  She said.  "You're a smart guy, Sam."
"Thanks."  Do not let your head inflate!
Our morning stretched on and we made small talk from time to time, I must admit it was wonderful to be able to talk to her.  I was already kicking myself for being chicken so long.  Conversation with her was the easiest thing in the world.  Her voice was so melodic and her perfume was intoxicating.  She was stunning even with the sunburn and her figure was fuller than when she left.  I don't know what she ate while she was gone, but I was grateful for it, because her shape was nothing short of fantastic.  I just love the way her hips and thighs sway when she walks, almost a waddle and her chest and face look fuller, too.  So cute it's distracting.  Fortunately, my work doesn't require me to be very attentive or dedicated.
Ten rolled around and things were back to normal.  She got up from her cube and went right to the vending machines.  First it was a soda hitting the trap door.  Then it was a candy bar, then two candy bars.  Imagine my delight when she plopped one on my desk with a giggle.
"Thanks, Sarah."  I said and I was truly touched by the gesture.
"You're welcome."  She said and giggled again.
About eleven her phone rang and I could guess who that was.
"Oh, you guys aren't going?"  She said frustrated.  "You're swamped?"
I guess her friends couldn't go to lunch.
"No, it's okay."  She said sadly.  "I'll just run out and grab something then."
And she hung up.
"Friends can't go to lunch?"  I asked.
"Yeah."  She said.  "That stinks.  We were going to go this place on the Rockville Pike."
I'm sure I turned red just then, as red as she was from being sunburned, and I'm sure I started sweating bullets, but my time had arrived.  Right now I could ask her to go to lunch.
The time had come.  It was now or never.
I cleared my throat and squared my jaw.
"Well, Sarah, we should go to lunch."  I said.
There it was.  My heart was pounding and I knew if she said no I'd never be able to ask her again.  It took everything in my heart and soul to take this risk to begin with.  I don't think I have it in me to do it again.  If she says no, I'll have to move on, might even have to get a new job.  No, I'd have to move to some place in the Aleutian Islands.  Change my name and everything, maybe get a job on a fishing boat.
"Okay, Sam."  She said.  "Let's go to Olive Garden."
"Okay."  I said and I couldn't contain my smile.  If I died right now, I'd be okay with it.  "Sounds good to me."
"But you can't order what you did last time."  She said.  "The girls are back on a diet today, so I guess I better get back on it, too."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I just said okay.  It sucked though.

I drove us to the Olive Garden, I asked her why her friends didn't want to go, she said that Lori called off and Amy had gained five pounds while on vacation, plus she was swamped, but she suspected it was the weight and not the work, because she ordered out and got a salad.
"Five pounds isn't that much."  I said.
"As much as we ate, I'm surprised she only gained five pounds."  Sarah said and I think she was blushing, but I wasn't sure given her sunburn and all.  "I wonder if Lori gained any."
"Did she look like it?"  I asked.
"I'm not sure."  Sarah said.  "She's already a big girl, I didn't notice her looking any bigger, but like I said, she's so chubby it's hard to tell.  I know I gained some weight, because I had trouble finding something that fit this morning.  But, I don't know how much."
"Well, like I said.   You were on vacation, so I wouldn't worry about it."  I told her.
"Yeah."  She said.  "You're right.  You're so understanding, Sam."
I know I blushed.  Have to work on that.  How does one keep from bushing?
We must have beaten the crowd to the restaurant because there weren't many people there.  It was a lazy Monday, overcast and cool.  It was supposed to be in the 70s today, but it didn't quite make it.  The sun kept threatening to come out, but so far we haven't seen it.
The hostess seated us right away and the waiter was there within a minute, he must have been bored.  He was young and his face was full of pimples.  I figured he was working his way through college.  Good for him.  Actually, it was probably the same guy as before.
We looked over the menu and I had no idea what I was going to get.  I asked Sarah for suggestions.
"Um, I think I'm going to get the soup and salad."  She said.  "Skip the bread probably."
"Okay."  I said.  That sounded like a horrible idea.
"What are you going to get?"  She asked.
"I have no idea."  I said.  "I don't usually get salad here.  Not really in a salad mood to be honest."
She sighed.  "I'm not either."
Just then the waiter showed up with a wine sample.  I didn't know they did that during the week, I thought that was a weekend thing.  But it was nice, so I got drank my sample, and I didn't know anything about what wine goes with what food, I just thought it tasted good.
He came back to take our order and I still didn't know what I was going to get, I just figured I'd order whatever she did and then raid the snack machine all afternoon.
"Oh, I think I'll have. . . ."  She paused and looked up at me.  She looked me right in the eye and squinted in thought.  "I'm going to have the chicken alfredo."
"Lunch or dinner portion?"  The waiter asked.
"Dinner."  She replied.
I smiled and ordered the dinner portion of spaghetti and Italian sausages, thankful that she left me off the hook, salad is a nice side dish, but it's not a meal.
We chatted and laughed until the big salad bowl and bread arrived and for the life of me I couldn't understand why I'd been so afraid to talk to her before.  Everything she said and the way she said everything was delightful.  If she was worried about going back on a diet, she didn't show any signs of it.  I had half a loaf of bread while she finished the rest.  I had a little salad as did she and when the entrée arrived she didn't complain about what she should and shouldn't eat.  I went out on a limb when the waiter returned and ordered dessert and passed the menu to Sarah who quickly said tiramisu without even glancing at her options.
We'd already been at the restaurant for an hour before we considered going back to the office.  She told me all the details about her vacation, how pretty the scenery was once she actually got out to see it and how great the food was.  She spent a lot of time on the details of the food and I took that occasion to bring up my weekend projects and how this weekend was an Asian theme.
She thought it was a great idea and gladly accepted my invitation even knowing there would be two other people there, people she didn't know.
"I had no idea you did that sort of thing."  She said.  "You've been holding out on me all this time."
I shrugged my shoulders.  "I'm shy I guess."
"Me too."  She admitted.
She smiled and I felt so foolish for never having the nerve to speak to her.  She was one of the warmest, sweetest, most approachable people I've ever spent time with and we really connected.  I checked my watch and felt bad that we were going to have to go back to the office.
"It was bound to happen sooner or later."  She laughed.  "Back to the grind."
"I know."  I said.  "Hey, do you want a Blizzard?"
"Sure."  She said and I pulled into a Dairy Queen, it was on the way and the craving struck me even though I'd already had dessert.  I got Oreo and she got Snickers for our second dessert and headed back to the office, which was still empty.
"Oh, I love the Oreo Blizzard."  She said eyeing my cup.
"Do you want a taste?"  I asked.
"Sure."  She said, but I was not prepared in any way for what came next.  Nor was she apparently.  I lifted a spoonful and placed it right in her mouth.  It was even better than before.  This time it wasn't just hot, it was electric.  She grinned and blushed.
"Um . . .w-would you like to, ah, try mine?"  She stuttered.