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From: Selena Jardine <selenajardine@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Bittersweet (Birthday) {Selena Jardine}
Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 05:10:05 -0500
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This is a birthday chocolate kiss for Gary. Kisses, Gary,
and as a wiser head than mine once put it: HIPY PAPY
BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY.


Bittersweet
by Selena Jardine
(300 words)

She was a quick study, his wife. She leapt at every
opportunity to learn. Pottery classes, piano lessons,
culture tours--her bright eyes took everything in. She
excelled at what she learned, too, always top of her class.
He loved that about her, loved to watch her long hands
work, shaping and caressing the wet, chocolate-colored mass
of clay.

She was always picking things up as she went. She said she
hadn't learned enough in college and had to make up for
lost time. In France, she learned to make croissants, with
chilled butter and flour. In Italy, she learned to taste
wines, rolling them over her tongue and breathing through
her nose, her eyes wide and delighted. She had a lot of
catching up to do. In college all she had learned (though
she practiced this, of course, practiced all through France
and Italy, both of them pretending practice rounds didn't
count) was fucking other men.

He watched that, sometimes, too. Her bright eyes and long
hands. Rolling it over her tongue. Taking it all in. He
told himself he wouldn't love her nearly so much if she
were sweet and vapid, like his friends' wives. It was the
pinch of salt that did it for him, the bitterness on the
palate.

He himself taught her to love real hot chocolate. Not the
thin brown wash most people make, but a rich creamy liquid
so thick it almost wouldn't pour, so dark it crinkled the
tongue. Room service brought it that way in Switzerland,
and he watched her long hands as she sipped.

"I never get tired of this kind," she said, glowing.
(Freshly fucked by room 216.) "Why isn't it cloying?"

"It's the pinch of salt that does it," he told her, turning
to the window. "Bittersweet, love."

*

Edited by DrSpin

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