Travelogue - 5 July 2008 (part III)
Whenever the Captain isn’t looking, I sneak a square from the fudge we bought yesterday. The sign in the window claimed “Best Homemade Fudge” and I’m pretty sure they’re not kidding.
He emerges from the hall and walks my way. I know that he plans to give me a kiss and in doing so will discover my secret. A guilty grin spreads across my face.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“What?”
“Nothing!”
“Why are you smiling at me that way then?” he says as he leans down and pecks my lips. He pauses and looks at me accusingly. “And you didn’t even cut me a piece?”
I think that if an orgasm could be a food, it would be fudge.