Her pants were straining, the way a man strains to stay on the edge of a cliff while staring death in the face, but It did not stop her from waddling, the way a penguin fresh from the feeding frenzy, into her dining room. She had wanted nothing more than this moment, and in fact, she wanted it all through dinner. The wait had her salivating, just like Pavlov's dog, and this moment was her bell. Her eyes were as wide as child's who had just seen his Christmas loot. There it was... read more
