Chapter 12: Romance

Note: STATEMENTS IN THE () ARE TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH LANGUAGE.

She stretched her right hand to the table and carried the plate of ice cream, I collected it from her with my left hand. The plate had only one plastic spoon attached to it, perhaps, because it was meant for me alone. I removed the seal to open it, then took a full spoon and fed it to Maribel first, and filled another spoon for myself.

(Hmmm! Purple berry flavored ice cream from the purple queen.)

(Yeah! You love it?)

(Of course, I do, queen!)

She laughed. I fed her another full spoon and some drops spilled on her tities, I licked the drops off her boobs. We continued with the ice cream as we discussed.

(You know, when I was a kid - in elementary four, my English teacher asked us to write a composition about our dads. I wrote a very beautiful composition, and at the conclusion, I wrote that my dad's name was Tega Whitney instead of Frodd Maxwell.)

(Oh really! Why?)