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Subject: not if they drink the cheap shit.

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Date Posted: 04:18:52 06/07/10 Mon
In reply to: Zeth 's message, ".:.Bulls are cheaper than men and their booze.:." on 05:19:41 05/18/10 Tue

Duck? Ewwie. Duck was way too gamey for his tastes. Goose was even worse. Call him boring, but a properly prepared rib-eye steak dominated the entire poultry section of the cookbook. Grill up some parmesan crusted asparagus and fresh from the field corn on the cob, and one must not forget the buttery dinner rolls. Ooooh yes. He knew how to eat. Nom nom nom. Of course, there was something to be said for dumping a can of chili over Fritos, melting cheese over the concoction and sprinkling fresh onion over it.

He could just gobble Zeth right up. There was something about the way Zeth diverted his eyes, turning his back to his guest, while attempting to cover the panic that made The Interloper want to swiftly close the gap between them. The Intruder wanted to knock the phone from his hand, pinning Zeth to the wall/floor/whatever happened to be convenient at that exact moment. Fingertips ached touch Zeth in ways he probably did not want to remember. Parted lips ached to raze a path from just behind his left ear to the small of his back? Was is slightly disturbing that he was already mentally putting Zeth in shocking sexual positions? Zeth was chocolate cake to his fat kid and him simply standing there in a pair of boxers was icing on the cake.

Did Zeth realize that he would act upon these thoughts before the thunder had even finished rattling the window panes?

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$ No Such Thing As - A Cheap Date$	Alicia Baslazari	15:20:51 06/08/10 Tue