Chocolate

    "Sweetheart?"
								"Hmmm?"
    "Sweetheart, where is that chocolate?"
						"Hmmm? What chocolate?"
    "Don't play with me... when I left a minute ago, there was a piece
     of a huge Hershey bar sitting right here on the bedside table.
     Now I come back to bed and it is gone.  Where is it?"
						"Oh, that... I ate it."
    "Oh, thanks... didn't even save me a..."
				    *kiss*
    "Um... no, you didn't."
								"What?"
    "You didn't eat it.  If you had eaten it, I would have been able
     to _taste_ it when I kissed you.  And I can't.  So..."
		"Well, maybe you aren't kissing me in the right place?"
    "What?  And where am I supposed to..."
				      *giggle* "Try a little... lower."
    "What..."
					        "Try... a _lot_ lower."
			           *pause*
    "Um... what's this?"
				       *giggle* "Hershey's, of course."
    "Oh, my..."

    One combination of tastes you'll never see _me_ turn down...
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