Katherine sneered with disgust as Chloe stuck the spring roll into the microwave, and set the timer for three minutes.
“You’re not eating that, are you?” she Scoffed, over stirring her black coffee.
“Of course I am.”
“It looks disgusting, full of calories and bacteria.”
“Bacteria?” she said in amusement, “It’ll be fine.” She carefully took the plate out of the microwave, and sat opposite Katherine to eat.
“You must have a stomach of steel,” she sighed, completely perplexed.
“Yep, it’s all the years from eating out of date food as a child.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“It’s true,” She giggled, picking up the greasy oblong and putting it to her lips.
“You do realise it contains a million grams of fat. Look at it, swimming in its own grease. It’s like an enormous turd that won’t flush away.”
“Oh shut up Katherine.”
“Fine,” she shrugged. “I’m only trying to think of your health. Have you looked at that juice book yet?” Chloe frowned, confessing she hadn’t had time to look through it.
“Well, you should make time, it’s got some amazing detoxing recipes. I just had to buy the juicer they recommended.”
“Good for you,” she replied distantly.
“I wish my parents had taught me better eating habits,” she paused, and waited for Chloe to respond, but when she didn’t she breathed dramatically. “Chloe this book is changing my life. You should definitely read it.”
“Wow, it’s obviously making a good impression on you,” she laughed, hoping she didn’t sound too mocking.
“It really has. My therapist suggested that I should do what’s in my heart and…”
“You paid someone to tell you that? I could’ve done it for free.”
“Very funny!” she picked up the empty mugs, took them over to the counter to make more tea. “He was basically saying that if I wanted to change my lifestyle, I could, I don’t need anyone’s permission.”
“Except his,” Chloe muttered under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Um, nothing,” she wiped her greasy hands on a lifeless tea towel, and then took her chipped mug full of tea. “Just glad to hear your book and therapist are doing you so much good.” Katherine ignored the sarcasm and changed the subject to the many benefits of the raw food diet, which she was planning to start as soon as she could.
“Anyway, enough about me? How’s the yoga going? Have you given up yet?”
“No,” Chloe said firmly. “Actually, I’ve got a class this evening. You should come.”
“I’m a bit advanced for your class, don’t forget I’ve been doing yoga for years,” she finished her tea, and began texting.
“Yeah, I forgot, sorry.”
“It’s fine, I can’t expect you to remember every detail of my life, although I try to remember everything about yours,” she said, not taking her eyes off her phone.
“Why?” she asked out of amusement.
“No reason,” she replied oddly. “Anyway, I might try this class of yours, if there’s any hot guys?”
“A couple of bearded vegan types, so no, not really.”
“Shame. Anyway, I think it’s very, very brave of you to try yoga. Well done!”
“It’s no big deal,” replied Chloe, feeling slightly irritated by her patronising tone. “By the way, what you up to on Sunday?” Katherine unintentionally bit into her bottom lip, and was unable to maintain eye contact, when Chloe asked if she would like to come to church with her.
“I’ll have to see what Simon’s up to,” she hastily replied, fumbling about with the joint she was preparing. She lit up, inhaled deeply, and passed it to Chloe.
“Thanks,” as soon as she placed the roll up between her lips, Rick trudged into the kitchen.
“Starting without me?” he grinned, taking the joint from her lips, and took a few drags himself. “Good stuff.” he made himself a coffee and sat next to Chloe.
“You were so good last night,” he whispered in her ear. “Proper tight.” she giggled, as he nibbled her ear. Katherine lowered her gaze out of embarrassment.
“Sleep well?” Chloe interrupted, cautious that Katherine was feeling awkward.
“I should go,” announced Katherine suddenly, standing out of her seat.
“No need Kat,” she said quickly.
“Say hi to Simon, tell him to meet me at the pub later, come along if you like.”
“Can’t, I’ll be in Ashington tonight.” She said goodbye to Chloe and left.
“That was rude Rick.”
“She’ll get over it,” he retorted, sliding his hands up her top. “I love your big tits, I’m rock hard now.”
“Are you?” she grinned, opening her mouth for a kiss.
“Yes,” he took her hand, placed it over his bulge, and smiled hopelessly. “You make me so horny,” he breathed, raising her top, popping her breasts out of her bra, and slipping a nipple into his mouth.
“Rick, I haven’t got time for this, I’ve got work soon.”
“I’m not stopping you,” he grinned cheekily, unclipping her bra, then pressing his lips against hers. “You make me so horny,” he said between breaths. “I want to fuck you. I want to marry you,” he gazed deeply into her eyes, and then proposed. She threw her arms around him, and repeatedly kissed his face. She had been praying for this moment for years. He hoisted her up into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. She giggled childishly as he slowly laid her on the crumpled sheets, and began removing her clothes until she was naked, shivering and smiling. She waited for him to do something, but he just admired her.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said hopelessly. “Please Chloe, if you belong to another man, please put me out of my misery, and confess now.”
“Eh?” She sat up, and tucked her knees to her chest. His stare put her on edge, and when he touched her she jumped slightly. “Sorry, I guess I’m just nervous.”
“What about sweetheart?”
“Well it’s not everyday I get engaged, is it?”
“Of course not. Look,” he pointed at his crotch. “This is what you do to me,” he gently stroked her face as he took his cock out of his pyjama bottoms and pressed it against her lips. “My engagement gift to you, open sweetheart.” She closed her eyes, and dutifully opened her mouth. He groaned with pleasure, begging her to suck him harder. “That was so good,” he gasped, firmly holding her head in place. “Happy engagement darling, I love you so so so much, you mean the world to me. Did you swallow?” He grinned salaciously. After she nodded, he released his grip of her hair and patted her on the head.
“I’ll make it babe, you just get back into bed.”
“Don’t be daft I’ve got work soon,” she reminded him. Rick quickly went to the kitchen and came back with a can of beer. She frowned and said she couldn’t drink that so early in the morning. He cracked open the can, took a large gulp, then went to the kitchen and poured her a large glass of orange juice.
“I’ve got work in an hour.”
“Yeah I know.” He switched the TV on, and put it on the Christian channel. “I’m going to make you breakfast in bed.”
“I haven’t got time for that Rick.”
“Of course you have, stop worrying all the time.”
“Ok, but just cornflakes.” He pulled the bedsheets back, and invited her to climb in, she smiled and shook her head.
“You’re so stubborn,” he grinned. He got dressed, then went into the kitchen to make Chloe breakfast.
He returned half hour later carrying a tray filled with scotch pancakes, fish fingers, fried eggs, and bacon in one hand, a bottle of vodka in his other hand, and a bottle of orange under his armpit.
“Wow! That looks amazing,” she smiled appreciatively, before continuing firmly, “I’m so sorry Rick, I don’t think I’ve got time to eat anything.” He looked crushed, and mumbled how he wanted to do something nice for her. “Maybe another time, hey?”
“It won’t be the same though, will it?” He grumbled. “This was my engagement present to you.” He took the tray away, and said he was going to put it in the bin.
“Why don’t you eat it?” she suggested gently. He stared blankly and mumbled that he would take it over to the neighbour’s instead. “Don’t do that, they might think it’s a bit weird.”
“How? How will those two fat dykes think food is weird?”
“Pass me the tray, I’m sure I can manage something.”
“No need Chloe, just go to work, I’ll see you tonight.”
“Rick, don’t be like that,” she called after him, as he trudged out of the room, holding the tray at such an angle, that it looked as though the food would slip off at any moment. Her heart thudded with guilt. He had gone to so much effort, the least she could’ve done was eat a couple of fish fingers and a pancake, she felt like a complete cow.
“What’s happened?” she asked in alarm. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and said the neighbours didn’t want his crummy food.
“Oh babe, I’m so sorry.”
“I went to so much effort, I don’t know why I bother, I’m just a big fucking joke, aren’t I?”
“Of course you’re not,” she said hurriedly, picking up a warm fish finger to eat. “It’s really good.”
“You don’t have to say that Chloe, I know you don’t want it. Like you don’t want me.”
“Of course I want you,” she said as reassuringly as possible, torn between being conscious of the time, and conscious of her fiancés feelings. She placed a slice of bacon on top of a pancake, and reluctantly brought it to her mouth to chew. He grimly walked over to the cabinet, took out two glasses, and poured a large measure of vodka and orange into each glass, he smiled weakly, and raised a toast to their engagement.
“Wow, that’s strong,” she said, being mindful to only take the tiniest of sips.
“No it isn’t,” he replied distantly, “I only put a splash in it. How’s your food?”
“Are the pancakes okay?”
“Yes, they’re great.”
“What time’s work?” Her eyes dilated in a panic, as she suddenly realised she had lost track of time. “What’s wrong?” he smiled, as she began to fluster about, looking for her car keys.
“Rick have you seen my car keys?” she yelled from the living room, as she rummaged behind all the cushions, and under bits of furniture.
“No babe,” he replied distantly, as he stood in the doorway, casually eating a fried egg with his fingers.
“Can you help me please? I’ve got twenty minutes to get to work.”
“Ah, just pull a sickie,” he burped.
“I can’t do that, my boss said he’ll fire me, if I try that again.”
“He can’t do that,” he scoffed, watching her frantically search for the keys.
“He can do whatever he bloody likes.” She turned to him, feeling exasperated, and pleaded for his help. He lazily looked underneath the coffee table, on top of the shelving unit, and even inside books.
“I would’ve remembered putting my keys inside a book,” she frowned disapprovingly.
“Just trying to be thorough.” She slumped back onto the sofa, head between her hands. “It’ll show up.”
“Where the fuck is it?” she muttered to herself. “Rick, can you call work for me?”
“No babe,” he hesitated. “I mean, as you said, they’ll fire you if you pull a sickie again.”
“Not if you tell them I’m vomiting in the bathroom.”
“But you’re not though, are you?” she stared at him in astonishment, she often reprimanded him for lying, but this was an occasion where lying was a necessary evil.
“Fine!” she clasped her hand to the side of her face, and said she would have to think of something else. It was at this point, he felt compelled to remind her of the most relevant Commandment, thou shalt not lie. She felt like throwing something at him.
She called work, and was told to take the day off, and come in first thing in the morning for a meeting.
“They’re going to fire me,” she choked.
“What did they say?” She relayed the conversation. He patted her shoulder, urged her to not worry about it and encouraged her to eat more food. She curled up her nose, and said she had lost her appetite. His bright face took on a sallow expression, making her feel guilty. “I so hate food going in the bin,” he said vacantly, trudging out of the room.
“Don’t be like that Rick, I’ll eat a little bit more,” she called. He glided back into the room, tray in his hands, and placed it before her. He watched her eat through the mountain breakfast and when she finished, he took away the plate away and kissed her on her forehead. Suddenly, from the other room, he cried that he had found the car keys.
“Where?” she dashed in, hoping to take ownership of her keys.
“Just over there,” he vaguely pointed to his left. He clutched the keys to his side, and said he was going to do a job for a friend.
“I dunno, she just wants me to put some flat pack rubbish together.”
“Yeah,” he kissed her again. “When she pays me, I’m gonna buy you the best diamond ring I can afford, because you deserve it. See you later gorgeous.”