Is there a difference between history and fiction? |
Fred was a progressive guy. He really was. Really, he had many forward thinking thoughts. He wasn't backward. Fred look for solutions... He liked Rice Crispy.. "Honey?" Fred entered his condo with a grocery bag full of healthy food and celery .. He did not get a response. But, that's alright. Fred made some salads and some herbal tea. He was a good cook. After enjoying his salad and saving his wife's. Fred adjourned to his bedroom. Fred and his wife had separate bedrooms, because Fred snored and shouted obscenities in his sleep. His wife's bedroom door was shut and locked. That was odd, since they never locked their bedroom doors. Why would they? Fred knocked on his wife's bedroom door. His wife Ariel opened the door. She was having a Witches' orgy. Many of Fred's neighbors were there naked. "Honey. Do you have the Nivea cream?" Fred asked. She handed Fred the cream. He had dry itchy skin. "I'm certain to get pregnant this time." Ariel smiled. Fred and Ariel had been trying to have a baby. "Oh, Anna Kasperian, has offered to be a surrogate." he replied. Ariel stepped into the hall and shut the door behind her. "She has a horse face. Did you think about that?" Ariel quipped. "Well, it's an option. I had sex with her at the health spa." he said. Fred looked down at Ariel's bikini wax. They made love in the hall. Reflections~ There are many kinds of love. ^^^ =+= |