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Judd opened a cabinet, removed a few items, and placed them on the counter. Watching curiously, Jessi had to laugh. "Chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows. S'mores?" Judd nodded proudly. "S'mores. You can't resist s'mores. Nobody can. It's a known fact." Laughing again, Jessi followed Judd back outside. "I haven't had s'mores since… Well, probably not since that time I took the kids camping." "Then you're long overdue. This stuff is left from when my sister and niece were here." He took two steel barbecue skewers, placed two marshmallows on the end of one, and handed it to Jessi.

He reached out for the small treat. “Ah, yes. Here. You’re welcome.” The woman gave him the piece and he threw it away in the trash nearby with a bullseye. “Oh you said puppy? Why don’t you come take a look at my stand for a bit? I sell meat and jerky.” Jai wanted to sigh as this was quite an expected marketing strategy. ‘If only I didn’t drop Shoru’s treats…’ Then he paused. ‘But come to think of it, Shoru’s been eating vegetable treats recently, and this… Whatever this treat is.’

It reminded him of a kit toy his grandsire used to tire him out now that he got a good look at it. "Aren't you full of surprises? How about--?" and before Jinx finished the words healthy snacks, a few catnip-enriched nutrition bars appeared and some protein bars for Spitfire as well. Jinx wondered if it would be strange to pet a box and if he could bring it home when this was all done.

Cian tuggeda ther hair and tried ot make words, and Bianca pecked him on the nose, giggling. Today, Barry the Biker’s old lady was serving her classic Jamaican jerk chicken with rice and peas. For that, the chicken was marinated in a fiery blend of spices—scotch bonnet peppers, allspice (pimento), thyme, garlic, and ginger—then slow-grilled or smoked for that signature smoky, spicy flavour. Rice and peas, which actually means rice cooked with red kidney beans or gungo peas, simmered in coconut milk, garlic, and thyme, was the classic side dish. A popular Jamaican meal, Sylvie prepared it to perfection, claiming that her great-great-grandma had belonged to Jamaica.

The mere thought of apologizing to a black man infuriated me even more than the apology itself. 5pm arrived like sweet salvation. Perfect timing. I just needed to get the fuck out of here, rush home, and masturbate this burning anger out of my system. My mind raced excitedly through my extensive toy collection, struggling to choose the perfect one for this occasion. The small jelly purple 5-inch toy I called Giver never provided the deep, satisfying fullness I craved. It never stretched my hungry pussy wide enough. The battery-powered black cock toy called Tom was too slow for the brutal, pounding pace I loved. But JJ—that thick, 8-inch veiny black cock toy—was absolute perfection.

“Amazing! Did you make this yourself?” The lady nodded happily. “Here, give some to your friends over there.” A short woman with long hair came up to Rhina and offered her some bubble gum. “Here, this is the tastiest brand of gum you can find in New Ajens. Give some to your friends, too.” “Thanks,” Rhina said as she took the gum. More people rose from their seats and came to the three travelers. “Want a cigarette? You can have the whole box if you want.” A man in a miner’s jacket handed Ishida a red box labeled, “Cherry.”

How else will we get by if we do not have little novelties to spark some joy. We dance away and Timothy starts spreading ingredients across the kitchen counter while spinning circles around me. For an eight year old boy, he has some moves. It seems we will be making our famous jaw breaker sandwich, pulling out all the stops. Cold meat, sauces, tomatoes, lettuce, cucumber, gherkins and a fried egg. Before you know it, you have a jaw breaker. Timothy and I get busy, and I decide to check on Jocelyn. “Hey sweetie, how far are you?”

Cracker moved his chair closer to her and spooned up a small portion of JELLO which he held close to her mouth. Juicy shook her head but Mr. Cracker wasn't taking no for an answer and gently prodded her lip with the offering. She accepted it reluctantly. Mmmmm. Good. She hadn't had JELLO since elementary school. Mr. Cracker continued feeding her. "Well what's going to happen when it's time to check out and I haven't paid? Are they going to call the police on me?"

From the саvеrnоuѕ рurѕе Sonja carried, ѕhе рullеd a сhеар рlаѕtіс tаblесlоth tо cover thе wood surface оf thе рісnіс table, a расkеt оf рlаѕtіс сuрѕ, аnd a ѕmаll рареr bag containing аn аѕѕоrtmеnt оf cheese cubes аnd сrасkеrѕ. Another fоrау іntо the purse brought оut ѕоmе napkins аnd a ѕmаll box оf wooden toothpicks. Jеnnа wаѕ оddlу tоuсhеd bу thіѕ grown up vеrѕіоn оf a child’s tea раrtу.

"Oh my god wow! C-Can I take a picture with you?" "Absolutely!" She beamed. Although she didn't do much model work after taking over The Garden, she absolutely loved it when people still recognized her. As they bid the guards farewell they found themselves on the private beach. Everything had already been arranged for them. There were lounge chairs, beach umbrellas, towels, a cooler filled with drinks, and some snacks, wood for a fire, and of course every fire isn't complete without smores. There were graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate. Although instead of the regular chocolate it was ones imported from Germany and of course the sticks for roasting the marshmallows.