The Plastic Apple

Eying the vegetable with which she had been presented, Jolene sighed. “Would you please pass me a knife for my ticklish dainty, darling?”

Harvey was greatly relieved at his beloved’s sense of decorum, for he had been fretting all evening that she would once again make a spectacle of herself when confronted with that devilishly tricky foodstuff, corn. He passed her a cutting utensil to be politely employed, barely allowing their fingers to brush.

Jolene blushed at the brief contact, even through her gloves. Would that she could remember such elegant eating habits every night!

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