Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.
And here's an excerpt:
“By the way, I’m really not wearing any underwear.”
“Oh God.” They’d never make it upstairs, not if she kept circling her hips and humming softly in her throat. Not when all he could think about was spreading the entire contents of the jar from one end of her body to the other.
There would be time to work out the specifics of the machinery on the table, but his equipment was about to blow. Reading his thoughts, or perhaps the SOS from his pulsing appendage, she hopped from his arms and created some room for them to get a little better acquainted. And screw each other’s brains out. Well, that’s what he intended to do, at least.
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On Friday I finished off my first semester teaching high school Phys.Ed. This week we get into the nitty-gritty business of exams and report cards, but I'm still flying high after a couple rounds of 'warm fuzzies' with my students. I gave all the girls a piece of paper, had them jot their names in the top corner, and then we sat in a circle and passed them around, writing an anonymous note of something we liked about every person. At the end, when we all got our original sheet of paper back, there were smiles on every face, including my own. :) Wishing you all a week filled with warm fuzzies!