Eating The Fresh Underground

The silence was uncomfortable. Why was he taking so long to respond? She felt anxious. It shouldn't take this long. Had she done something wrong? She couldn't remember how many times she'd been through this with other men. They'd always given her a quick answer, but this time......this time it was different. She could see the hurt in his eyes. What was he thinking?

It was a simple question really; yet he couldn't figure out why it pained him to hear it. Why must this be so hard? Sure, he'd been hurt before, but that didn't mean that she was going to hurt him like all the others had. Once bitten and all that. "Just answer her!" he screamed in his own head. She was so sweet when she'd asked, so innocent, but he had been tricked before. The others hadn't meant to hurt him, or had they? She had done everything he'd asked of her so far, there was no reason to believe she wouldn't continue down that path. Why was this so damn hard? He took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. He could tell she was getting irritated by how long he was taking, but this wasn't an easy thing for him, letting someone else take control. He felt so.....helpless. If he told her, would she react like he wanted her to, or would she ignore him and do what she wanted, arrogantly disregarding him? Did she REALLY care, or was this all just lipservice? He was ready to be hurt, bracing himself for the disappointment. He could feel anger lurking too, just below the surface, a Mr. Hyde grinning in the shadows, waiting to be summoned if she betrayed his trust. He took another deep breath and finally gave in. He felt the words come out of his mouth on their own, almost like an out of body experience. He hardly recognized his own voice. "Everything but pickles..."


There were no pickles on his sandwich.

Jared gets to keep his kneecaps awhile longer.