Mike had been rummaging around the refrigerator for ten minutes, doing a solitary search for pickle relish when Rhonda strolled in, looking even hotter than her usual 7.5 on a ten scale. The snug-fitting burgundy frock clung to her every curve and asset, bumping her to an Eight.
“Whatcha looking for?” Rhonda inquired, with a friendly smile.
“I need some relish for this excellent burger your husband grilled for me! …As a carpenter, Rhonda, Charlie is an excellent cook!” smiling back.
She grinned. “Yep, he’s The Grillmeister alright! Just ask him!” a faint hint of sarcasm and mockery in her voice.
The little light inside the back of the large, full, white refrigerator had burned out, but Mike was determined to find some pickle relish for his hamburger, if there was any to be had.
Their Saturday night summer house party had been in full swing for over an hour and the four total tokes Mike had taken on the three fat community joints going around had given him a case of the munchies.
“Well, is this what you are looking for?” she asked, with a big grin, bending over to pluck a jar of relish from the refrigerator door.
As Rhonda bent over her décolletage somehow billowed out and The Twin Peaks came briefly, yet beautifully and completely, into view, winking and blinking.
Whaaat? he wondered to himself. Did I see really that? Or those? Amazing!
Handing Mike the condiment with a big grin and a giggle, without another word, Rhonda turned on her heel and left, leaving him dumbstruck, amazed, befuddled, and excited.
Left alone with his thoughts, Mike was in a state of shock and disbelief. Jesus! They are beautiful! Big stiff nipples too! Perfect! Hello, Twins! Let’s talk! Poke my eye out, please! Tickle my tonsils!
Speechless, Mike had taken the relish jar, but hadn’t thanked her, mainly because he couldn’t talk. Was it a dream? A fantasy? How could it be? I didn’t even make an effort! Dreamed it? Fantasized? Maybe she was just teasing me, like women do sometimes! What the F….?
Way too late, a minute later, but still a nice thought, he grinned back at the already-delightful memory of The Twins. Those truly magnificent mammaries were grinning at him, in his already fond recollection, and Mike was beaming back, perhaps a tad tardy, but it was still a very exciting image! Damn! What could it mean? Anything? Everything?