I met him at a party.  There he was, at the end of the buffet -- a loner, the last one on the plate.  He had a certain something -- a sweetness, a sensuality.  He was one hot cookie.

I felt as if I'd always known him, always hungered for him.  When he looked at me with those warm brown eyes, I melted.  Before I knew it, I had my hands on him, my mouth on him -- in public.

After that night, we were inseparable.  With him I could be myself.  He didn't seem to care what mood I was in, how I looked, even if I gained weight.  Together we had the recipe for happiness.  No one satisfied me like Chip.