Novel & Cerita Fleegle The Banana Splits

“One more and you’re cleared.” “My third answer is the atomic number of Molybdenum.” “Can you tell me the number?” “Forty-two.” “Oh, yes. Right away, Wells Fargo.” Freedom replaced the receiver then excused himself from the group. Freedom walked out of the restaurant and got into a Xerox Copier shop nearby. He dialed the number 2349798 the resulting sum total after adding a series of secret numbers to each one. Tommy let it ring four times before he picked it up. He cleared his throat.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Eventually, dessert was served and the girls split a very large ice cream Sundae with every sort of candy imaginable. Jack finally got a word in when the girls were shoveling in their sugar masterpiece. "Did you know that this dessert was based on something called a banana split?" "Like the candy bananas?" Hadyn asked. "The same sort of flavor, but it used to be a fruit that grew on trees. They would peel the banana, cut it lengthwise, and then put three scoops of ice cream on it and then toppings. It was kind of like that monster you have there but a scaled down version."

It was more than half an hour before she returned with a sweet smile on her lips. "Look at what I've found, Lady Yassi," she said cheerfully as she approached her. She was hiding something under her long dress. "What are you hiding, Flera?" she asked while raising her brows. And when she took out the hidden object inside her long dress her eyes suddenly lit up when she saw ripe bananas. She didn't think that there were bananas in this world and even in the jungle. Or maybe the writer of this story wrote that there were bananas in the forest where they were because he knew that two people would come here.

"It probably looks like a penis. You've seen one you've-" "Wrong!" Her outburst startles me and makes the Macaw screech in surprise. She grabs the other banana she hasn't massacred yet and holds it with both hands. "You could have one that has a slight bend to it." She slightly bends the banana. "Or one that is uncircumcised and plays peek-a-boo with you." My eyes fill with tears I begin to laugh so hard. She cups her hands over the top, the banana poking out simultaneously. "It could have a slight upturn." She holds the banana upside down making it curve up. "Quinn!" We both jump upright, and Quinn's face is blister red as she turns to face our boss Dr. Craymer.

Before she finished speaking she stopped moving, and even that nice smile froze on her face. "Don't move," I called out to Leslie, "Let me take care of it." I said, feigning a wry smile at her. Without waiting for Leslie to say anything, I stretched out my hands and put them over the top of the orange, staring at the orange with my eyes fixed firmly on it, and letting out a weird "Zephyrine-oh-oh-oh" sound like a monk chanting the sutra, and after a short while, the top of the orange began to bulge slowly. It worked! I was so happy. Shortly after, the bulging top finally cracked open. I continued to chant randomly, a piece of orange peel began to crack a little bit on its own, just like peel

Sweet heat spreads through my chest. She starts dancing to the song still playing in her head. Her hips sway dramatically. She grabs a banana from the fruit bowl and tosses it to me underhand. I catch it against my chest. The peel is slick in my fingers. She giggles. The sound is bright and contagious. I laugh too. The tightness I didn’t even realize was in my chest loosens completely.

This place had a fully stocked bar. “I’ll have a perfect martini please!” Kelly sang. “I think I will try whatever you think!” Mom said, looking at Gregory. He blushed, as he loved to experiment with stuff. “Oh wonderful! I got new vodkas I want to work with!” Gregory ran off with a bounce to his step. “I love this place!” I laughed, watching him go. “I do too!” A few minutes later, Gregory came back with three drinks. My strawberry margarita, Kelly’s martini and mom had this yellowing looking milk shake. “That is a banana milkshake. I recently found banana flavored vodka, and I wanted to try it out!”

We've waited this long, we can hold off a little longer. "So where to now?" she asks, buckling her seat belt. "Wanna celebrate?" "What do you have in mind?" "I could treat you to some ice cream at The CafŽ." She makes a noise in the back of her throat. "They have the best banana splits." "I don't think I've ever had anything bad there," I agree. "Let's do it." *****

Brandon's eyes meet mine over his dick, to be certain I can handle this and I lick my lips. Pretend it’s a lollipop, your favourite brand. Even better, banana. Clarissa’s voice echoes in my head, I cringe and let Brandon's fingers run along my cheek in comforting circles. You like bananas, right? This banana belongs to your husband. Don't gag. Take all of it.