"I know it's a damn, hen, woman," he growled, "but what is

this, this, filthy thing stuck on the end of it." "Oh, I'm sorry, dearest," she smiled, then switched plates with him. "I forgot that you don't like that part. Here, you

can eat mine, okay?" "But you, you touched it!" he half screamed. "You've

already cut into it and got your germs mixed up in it!" Edward

shuddered to think of her sticky saliva stuck to the fork as she

plunged it into the chicken and cut off another slice. And now

she wanted him to eat it! Horrified, Edward rose quickly from

the table, stumbled to the hall bathroom, and puked out the egg

salad sandwich, kosher dill pickle, and bag of Cheetos he had

eaten for lunch.


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