And every time she fed me after taking a bite herself, I would say that the morsel tasted extra sweet because of her.I took out the jalebi from the fr...dge and began feeding her in between bites.“No, no! It’s enough! I’m getting late for school,” mom said, shaking her head.“Please, mom, just one more bite. This jalebi is so sweet! Say aa… say aa…” I tried to force mom, but she didn’t budge. In the commotion, a piece of jalebi fell on her blouse, right at her cleavage. We both stopped messing. I wanted the dizziness of this, I wanted the reality that there was nothing more powerful than his body and mine together. Nolan brought his hands up the back of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. He tossed it to the side, not really caring where it was to land. My bra soon followed. I worked to mimic him, pulling his shirt off and letting it disappear into the darkness. Our bodies then pressed tightly against each other once more, only this time there was nothing standing between us. I. It's only TV."Brandon drew a deep breath, then spoke softly, "Look. I've had more than enough excitement for the day. Damn, I thought I left all the freaks in the city. Anyway, we gotta go eat at this spot a good 15 minute walk on the other side of campus. Wanna get dressed and put on your coat? We gotta get a move on."Buttoning up her shirt, Marilyn said, "sure. Gimme a minute to button up my shirt, OK?" Alright, man, er, girl, uh..." Just say man, OK?" Marilyn chimed in while pulling on her. But he would conduct the opening and closing lines of the chorus, and they would all dance to his tune. It would be a performance truly fit for Gods, if only for a limited audience. Nevertheless he felt he would genuinely enjoy crushing the fools utterly; they would offer a fitting diversion indeed.He had been absorbed in these thoughts for a rather discomforting period of time, the Inquisitor hanging by his ever word and even their absence. None dared break the forced uneasy silence and his.