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.
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.