| think about the time we had in my car. We tried not to take it very far. You put your hand on my leg and that was all she wrote. I put a pie in your face, and you looked stunned. I thought that's where we were going with this. A food fight. No, you said, I wasn't thinking about that. So I hit her face with a bowl of chili. It made me want her in a brand new way. She licked the meat from her lips and wiped the spice from her eyes. She seemed upset. That's when I kissed her. She slapped me and cried like a little girl. Hey, this is what you wanted, right? Not anymore. So I put another pie in her face. |
