Chapter 2 : A feast, and not just for the eyes ;)

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I rushed down the hall, mouth watering with anticipation. Soon... we would be reunited. I get to the canteen and see our usual spot, a four seater next to the window overlooking the grotty year 7s. In the left seat closest to the window I see him... and all my troubles melt away. The embarrassments from before... the troubles of the past...melt like I soon will in his arms. He stands to greet me. He is so tall he can see me over the crowd and like a beacon of hope... I see his face in the sea of nothingness which is my life.

As I'm approaching him I take a moment to appreciate the god in front of me. Everything from his long shoes to his navy puffer jacket to his long...long...long fringe I adore with every ounce of my being. 

He hugs me, the kind of hug that makes it all okay. That makes you go weak at the knees. 

"Hello my darling" He whispers with his husky accent. I hate the smoking but it makes his voice soooo hot. I sniff him, the links Africa invading my nostrils. For Christmas I bought him a lovely expensive aftershave but he continues to use this one. It must be his favourite. 

"Hey handsome" I squeaked with desire "did you get me my favourite?"

"Of course my princess, anything for you" He responded. There in my usual seat is one of my school favourites: 'mamas meaty dogs'. It was a spicy hot dog with 2 dogs drenched in mustard. I sat down, mouth began to water and said:

"I'm ready"

"open wide then" he winked. I opened my mouth and prepared for the juicy delight about to enter my mouth. He tenderly placed it in my mouth and I took a bite. I then took the hotdog out of his hands and did the same to him. The tenderness of this action grew us closer and closer each day. We continued this until we reached the middle. "You can have it doll" he smirked. As I bit into it, the hotdog juice squirted out of my mouth and onto my cheek. "I'll get that for you" He proposed. He then began to tenderly kiss my cheek then my mouth passing the hotdog juice back into my mouth, I could taste the 'mamas meaty dog' on his breath... it was divine.

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