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By Benjamin D. Martin Submitted by Misti Date: 2002 Jul 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.15.02.04.23562]] |
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Two boys sat on the edge of the lawn next to their classroom. The sun was high, making small shadows on the grass around them. Other students lounged not far off, in small groups of three or four. One of the boys took an orange from his backpack, tearing into its skin with his uncut fingernail. "The most satisfying thing in life is an orange," he stated, gently pulling the skin away, splitting the fruit in half. "No it's not," argued the other. The first boy pushed a whole slice between his lips. "It's soft and juicy and sweet in your mouth," he said. "It's not the most satisfying thing," repeated the other, watching his friend caress a slice with his tongue. "What is then?" the friend asked, chewing, turning to look at the other boy. "Pussy," he stated, glancing at his pack, then back up at his friend. "How would you know?" exclaimed the first, tearing another slice, popping it into his mouth. "I dunno," shrugged the second. "When you finish an orange, you don't feel like you need another one." "You don't after some good pussy, either; you just feel good, and relaxed." "At first, but eventually you need it again. And an orange doesn't have that tension while you're eating it," the first said, chewing two slices at once."Want some?" he offered a piece to the other boy. "Sure," said the second, taking the large chunk. He bit into it, carefully pulling the half in his hand away from his mouth. The two ate in silence for a moment. Chatter could be heard from across the field. Swallowing, the second said,"Oranges squirt all over your clothes, if you're not careful." "No comment." Each took another bite."Oranges don't play with your mind," said the first. "Yeah. I dunno." The second shrugged his shoulders again."Can I have another piece?" |