Dangerous Pleasures
"I've seen you unable to resist sweets for more than ten seconds."
"Sweets are different from spice."
"Spice?"
"Sugar and spice and everything nice," he answered in the sing-song nursery rhyme of our youth.
"Slugs and snails and puppy dog tails," I echoed him, softly.
"I miss being a child," he said, after a while. "It was easy."
"It was."
He finished his coffee and lay back.
"You still haven't answered my question," I said after a while.
"I'm single, if that's what you're digging for."
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