She looked at me cross and I fought the urge to say no pun intended. We didn't need anything else making us feel like we were in a bad sitcom. The chocolate treat in(more) front of us was already doing a fine job of that.
"So why does it look like a penis?"
"That's how it looks."
"Did you do something to it?"
"No, I didn't do any--I didn't add more cream filling leaking out of the tip. It came that way. It's an eclair. That's what eclairs look like."
"I've been to a ghetto brunch or two in my day. I've eaten eclairs. Eclairs don't like that. Look at the veins on that thing."
"They aren't veins, it's chocolate frosting. "
"Chocolate frosting meticulously massaged into the shape of veins. My girl parts are trembling at the sight of this monstronsity."
"Do you want to leave? I'd be pretty okay if you just left."
"No, I want to put it in my mouth."
"It's not for you."
"No one has to know."
"He'd smell it on your breath. You know he's a fiend... for chocolate."
"Fine. Call him in."
"You call him in."
She crinkled her nose up at me and shook her head, before giving into the senseless demand. "Bobby!"
And like he was waiting anxiously just out of view, he immediately rounded the corner and ran into the kitchen. His seven-year-old eyes, already too big for his head, grew three sizes larger when he saw the treat. "Oooh! For me?"
Bobby--without uttering even a whisper of innuendo--grabbed the eclair and ran back to the other room, back to his cartoons or his videogames or his action figure massacres.
He was dressed to the nines. Multicolored saddle shoes, a pin striped vest with a brilliant white shirt underneath, his clean pressed pants fit around his hips and hugged his bottom nicely. Super cute boyish face. He looked simply scrumptious.
Then I noticed something a(more)s he walked by. I smelled women's cologne. At a closer glance it looked like his eyebrows were plucked. I thought, hmmm interesting. I am curious now. I walked closer to him and made my way to say hello. We greeted each other with big smiles and great eye contact. My insides were melting. I thought "Wow, who is this? I am loosing my breath."
Upon our greeting I noticed more "femininity". He had on eye shadow, thick dark eye liner and mascara. I was still melting. I was appraising the situation and feeling myself being completely turned on by this notion of gender-bending. We couldn't stop starring and grinning at each other in silence, there were no words. It was almost as if we knew what the other wanted. Time stopped. I felt overwhelmed with joy, curiosity, passion, lust. I wanted to know more about him but I couldn't find my words. I started to panic thinking about his orientation, my orientation, what ifs. My brain was swimming in a sea of thick frosting barely able to function with these turbulent thoughts.
I finally gave it up, calmed down and decided that having a real connection with her was important to me. And that's what we did. (less)
I followed the sounds of shouting coming from the kitchen.
"Fuck." I muttered under my breath as I recognized my husband's voice yelling about the situation in the Middle East.
My Mother was in the kitchen.
(more) My Mother was gonna kill him.
If I didn't kill him first.
"Hades! Knock it off!"
He shut up at the sound of my voice.
First time for everything.
I took in his disheveled appearance, a rarity for Mr. All-Eyes-On-Me-I'm-King-Of-The-Underworld.
He was noticeably trying to cover his swaying.
He stank of rum.
"Seph!" Hades slurred and slightly stumbled as he turned away from my Mother in my direction.
He grabbed at one of the stools next to the counter but subtly, you would have missed it if you weren't looking for it.
I was looking for it.
For a moment I saw the Hades I once knew all those years ago when he first stole my heart.
Moment over, I snapped myself out of it.
Didn't matter if it was five years or five thousand years, Hades and I were history, not current events.
I couldn't imagine how much rum he'd swallowed but judging by the rum-fumes seeping from his pores it was way too much for anyone, mortal or god.
"Ah Persephone mine, explain to your Mother the latest goings-on in the Middle East, she won't listen to reason!"
Thinking all was well in Hades-Land, my too-drunk still-husband thought nobody would notice if he was drunk.
He was at that sloppy-cocky stage of drunk and shouldn't be in my Mother's kitchen.
I opened my mouth to warn him as he leaned back against the counter but it was too late, he was clumsy when drunk, his elbow banged against the bowl of homemade frosting my Mother made sending it crashing to the floor.(less)
It was cold yet again and I had to get the all the frost off my car windshield. It was the end of a new day for the math class that I was teaching. Ha! Spring semester most people think is warm and cuddly, but not here. Spring semester(more) was cold for the most part. I kept the scarf over my nose and mouth to keep the lower half of my face warm. And then that bright cheery hello not only scared the crap out of me but made me feel a bit warmer; melting the frost right off my cold heart. She always knew how to cheer me up. I smiled back and added minor chit-chat. I really, really liked her and I wanted nothing more than to be with her. But atlas, she was one of my students. Why me?
She asked me if I needed help with getting all the ice off my car and all I could think of was how I felt. "I love you." Then my eyes widened as I came to realize that I didn't say that in my head. (less)