My name is Johnny Joseph Elder and my life is either dull or amazing, depending on whom you ask. I am a writer, at least on the amateur level, but there is someone special who enjoys my work. I turned twenty-six last month and it was my first birthday that I was not single.
I sit at my computer finishing up my latest fantasy, which is getting really steamy at this point.
As I save the file, Annabelle Jenkins, my live-in girlfriend, steps out of the bathroom of my house and says, “Bae, let’s go make some groceries.”
“Sure, let me just get my jacket and shoes on,” I reply.
Yes, she is seven years my junior and many assume we don’t have anything in common. Nothing could be further from the truth, however. The truth is, Annabelle also likes to write and even more importantly, she writes very much like me. Not only that, we are madly attracted to each other physically.
With that, I then get my shoes from under the bed and put them on. I struggle to get them on my feet because it hurts my back to bend. The pain is a constant reminder of when I seriously injured my back from a fall while working in the electrical trade. There is a bright side to this situation which I’m very thankful for and that is I get my financial and medical needs met. Therefore I am able to pay the note on my house in addition to the utilities and I can also put food on the table and most months I can buy myself and Annabelle a little gift each month.
Afterwards, I take my brown jacket from the hall tree and Annabelle gets her gray hoodie as well. We bundle up and prepare to leave. I turn my floor furnace off and Annabelle take’s my personal shopping cart out of the utility room and then we walk out the front door together. The weather is cold, damp and bleak, but what do you expect for early February? I engage my deadbolt, then we walk across the porch, down the steps, through my yard and out the gate of my hurricane fence, which I lock behind us. We then make our way to Melinda’s Massive Superstore.
We walk for about block and arrive at our destination and enter the store.
Annabelle and I look around for just a bit, and then I ask her, “Bae what would you like me to make us for dinner?”
“You know those fried potatoes that you make so well? I’d like those,” She replies.
“Say no more,” I tell her as we walk to the produce section where I select a bag of large Russet potatoes.
Then we go to the cooking supplies aisle for a jug of Wesson cooking oil.
Afterwards, we walk to the spices aisle and I pick up a canister of Tony Chachere’s Creole Seasoning.
Then I ask her, “Would you like some Remoulade sauce to dip the potatoes in?”
“Sure. That would be nice,” Annabelle says.
We look around the store with much effort, but cannot find it.
Annabelle and I see a grocery clerk passing by on roller skates and I ask him, “Excuse me, sir, where is your Remoulade Sauce located?”
“It’s hard to find, so I’ll take you to it,” He pauses, then continues, “Follow me.”
The stocker guides us to the condiments aisle and shows us. It is on the bottom shelf towards the back end of the aisle.
I place two bottles in my cart, shake his hand and say, “Thank you for your help, sir.”
“You’re welcome. Helping customers is much more rewarding than just putting up dry goods all day and into the night.” He pauses then continues, “Is there anything else we can help you find today?”
“No that’s it. I shop here a lot and I know where almost everything is.”
“Well then, y’all come back soon and have a nice day.”
“You too, sir.”
I look at Annabelle and then ask her, “What would you like to drink, bae?”
“R. C. Cola.”
“Then I’ll have to get each of us a Moon Pie as well, for after dinner. Moon Pie go perfectly with an R. C. Cola.”
“You’re going to make me gain even more weight. I’m already so fat.”
“Don’t worry, bae, I think you’re sexy as hell and not to mention, I feel so ecstatic when I hold you at night.”
She then grabs me with great affection and steals a kiss from me, saying, “You’re so sweet to tell me that.”
“Well, I mean it, bae. I’m immensely blessed to have you in my life.”
Annabelle then rubs her nose against mine and we each select a moon pie from the impulse section. Afterwards, we get in line to check out.
The cashier says, “Y’all always make such a cute couple,” as she scans our items.
We just smile from ear to ear, then I say, “Thanks, usually we get harassed when we show affection in public.”
“Well, I think it’s beautiful that y’all love and cherish each other, especially in public. The world needs more love and less hate. Besides anyone who harasses y’all for that is either jealous, uptight or maybe both.”
She finishes scanning our items then I charge them to my revolving account.
The groceries are then placed in my cart and we walk out of the store.
As we walk back to the house Annabelle takes off her glasses and wipes them with her hoodie.
I smile at her and say, “I can make those glasses fog up even more!”
“Ooo, bae, I’d like that,” She replies, giggling.
So I continue, “Wait when we get home. I’m going to love you like there’s no tomorrow!”
“You’re making me so hot, even in this cold weather,” She exclaims then grabs me with a loving kiss.
I throw my arms around her then begin to gently rub her love handles.
She buries her face in my chest and I kiss her forehead.
“It feels so good to be in your arms,” She says as her teeth chatter.
A motorist drives by sounds his horn and shouts “Get a room!”
“Get a life!” I shout back to him.
Annabelle whispers to me, “Let’s get home where we can have some privacy and do whatever we want!”
“Right behind you, bae,” I tell her as we briskly walk the rest of the block. We’re now in front of my house, so I unlock my hurricane fence and we walk through my yard, then up my steps and onto my porch. I unlock the deadbolt and we enter my house. I place the grocery cart in the living room and lock the front door.
“Bae, I want you so badly right now; take me,” Annabelle says with a high energy excitement.
“I’m all yours, both now and forever,” I tell her, then turn my floor furnace back on as we rush to my bedroom, peeling off each others’ clothes.
We commence our beautiful lovemaking. It goes on and on as we climax several times.
“Bae, you just inspired me to write something beautiful,” Annabelle says, panting and moaning.
“I think you did likewise for me,” I reply.
We collapse in the sheets and blankets cuddling each other while discussing our stories.
Soon, the hunger pangs begin.
I hear Annabelle’s stomach growling and ask, “Are you hungry, bae?”
“Yes. What about you?”
“I’m hungry too. I guess we’ll write these ideas down after we eat.”
So, with that, we get dressed and prepare dinner.
I pour the oil into a deep pan and light my gas range. While waiting for the oil to get hot, I cut the potatoes into flat round pieces and then drop them in the now hot oil. The round potato slices sizzle fiercely as they hit the oil. Annabelle and I watch them cook. After they are crispy and golden brown, I drain them of the grease and season them with the Tony Chachere’s Creole Seasoning and some Louisiana Hot Sauce.
Annabelle gets the plates out of my cabinet and puts the potatoes and Remoulade sauce on them. She then pours us each a tall glass of R. C. Cola. Even though we are living in sin, we still say grace, because we are still thankful to God for all He provides. One day, hopefully soon, we will marry so our relationship can be right in His eyes. We would already be married if there weren’t any government implications to concern ourselves over.
Now we eat, happily scarfing down our food. Afterwards, we do the dishes then we eat our Moon Pies and finish off the R. C. Cola.
We walk to my living room and I turn the T.V. on.
For a little while, we watch some old DVDs until Annabelle says, “Bae, let’s go write.”
So we turn off the T.V. and go to my computer each with a chair and we write together. We write beautiful love stories and fantasies for each other until we are both too sleepy to keep our eyes open.
And with that, we go to bed and hold each other all night long in a peaceful slumber…
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