Chapter 17 - (actual chapter 7 continuesâŚ)
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Leigh finding Clark soon after noon was no accident: sheâd sought him out.
It was a complete turning of the tables when she walked up to him seated at one in the Sip And A Wink Pub, nursing a pint. âClark, Iâm very sorry about this morning⌠what I said.â
âItâs fineâ he replied in the same tired, dispassionate tone and overall demeanor as at breakfast.
{Doesnât sound fine.} âCan I buy you a drink or anything?â
âIâve got what I need, thank you.â
âIâll leave you alone if thatâs what you truly want.â
âWhat do you truly want?â
âTo sit with you and have lunch. You can watch me eat againâ she smiled.
Once more, she saw an upswell in vitality. âAlright.â
âThis is my first time. Have you been here before? Maybe had food?â
âI have. Both of those.â
âAny suggestions for a hearty, hopefully flavorful meal?â
More signs of life, and interest. âYou want a hearty meal so soon after breakfast?â
âI told you I like to eat. If you want to hear more, please tell me youâll stay, let me place my order, then come rejoin you.â
âIâll be here, sipping this. In terms of food here, I can vouch for the lamb pastie as flavorful and filling. Have not had the ploughmanâs lunch, though as with pasties traditionally those were meant for hungry workingmen, so it ought to be at least filling.â
âBeer suggestions?â
âWhatever youâre into. Every one of the several Iâve had here has been good.â
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A sweeping range of feelings crashed over Clark like an ocean swell, seeing Leighâs body in sinuous, rippling wave motion (especially her middle body) on her return to his-now-their table.
She didnât notice, being busy carrying her plate and too preoccupied thinking about how great her lunch would likely taste. The barmaid-du-jour delivered her glistening golden pint seconds after she sat down, again across from Clark. This time it was their own private rectangular table booth as opposed to the more family-style open large table seating at Home Comfort.
Without either of them trying, they wound up making eyes at each other as she tucked into her pastie and he watched, occasionally quaffing from his gradually-dwindling pint.
âMmmm (munch, munch, swallow), I went non-traditional with the pastie, going for the curried lamb to get more spice.â
âIt might be traditional somewhere. Spice success?â
âNot really, which amazes me.â She slid her plate over towards him, âSecond opinion, please?â
He took a reasonably generous bite around the thicker middle, to ensure he got a full sample of everything inside. Chewing with focus and contemplating what he was tasting studiously, he slid her plate back over to her.
âI taste the curry for sure, but itâs in no danger of overwhelming me. Yet now Iâm feeling some tongue burn.â
â*Thatâs* what Iâm having! Nor am I smelling other food aromas, nor the salt air.â
âThatâs what Iâve got: anosmia, as we discussed yesterday over breakfast.â
âWhat if itâs the start of the novel corona?!â
âThat would be a new beer from Mexico, or a novel about itâ he teased. âOr a new royal crown, maybe for a Sapphire Prince.â
âCorona*virus*. Better?â
âYes better. And no, not likely COVID-19 unless you have a fever.â
âFeel me, please?â she asked, standing part-way up to enable her to lean over closer to him.
{Donât tempt me} he thought during the process of doing another coarse body temperature guesstimate. âSame as this morning.â
âWhew!â She sat back down, relieved.
âNow if you stress on it too much, thatâll depress your immune system, and then you may have reason for concern. Dry cough?â
âNo.â
âThen this non-medical professional thinks youâre fine.â
âThank you.â
Her sincere smile touched him deeper than he wanted to be touched.
âArenât you worried about it?â
âCOVID-19?â
âWhat else?!â
âOh, the world economy tanking, Die-Ann Feinstein and other idiots trying to eviscerate encryption âfor the childrenâ, stuff Iâve read about shipboard crime on cruise shipsâthereâs no shortage of stuff to worry about, if one goes that way.â
âBut people are dying on this ship!â
âYeah, and that happens *anyway* throughout life, including on cruise ships, with or without this novel coronavirus! Why do you think they have a morgue on here?â
â*Hhhhhhhh!*â
âThey didnât just install it for present circumstances and worries! People *die*. It happens. And if it happens when a cruise ship is out to sea, sucks for the other 99.9% of the passengers if one croaker requires immediate emergency handling which throws the ship off-course.â
âThey have medivac helicopters! Iâve heard them!â
âYes, and they *want* cruisers alive and healthy, and theyâll *get* people the medical attention they need when it goes beyond the on-ship infirmary. To answer your question and hopefully get this depressing topic behind us, I am rationally concerned about COVID-19, but not worried about it.â
âWow.â
âWorry depresses the immune system as I just noted, making it more likely a person will fall ill and/or that their illness will be a more severe variant that might lead to pneumonia and possibly death. May we please change the subject now?â
âYeah, we better. This is nearly making me lose my appetite. Any suggestions?â
âIâd love to hear more about how you like to eat. At suitably convenient points between bites, of course.â
âPlease donât take this the wrong way, but when I first saw you on board, I felt like my entire vacation was ruined.â
âJeez Leigh! I know Iâm tact-challenged and have to keep apologizing for it, but my mere *presence* is trashing your vacation?!â
âLemme explain, lemme explain. I like to eat, more than my body needs. Canât help it; have always been this way, as far back as I can remember. In my normal life, itâs important to me to be amongst the average-sized part of humanity, hence I have to carefully moderate my food intake. For me this cruise is all about *no one knowing me*, and likely no one else ever crossing paths with me again in the future, so I can feel free eating freely and plentifully. Spending time in the gym and walking on shore and so on to stay in shape and burn off some of the excess, sure, but we both know by looking at me that thereâs more gain from the eating than loss from the exercise.â
{Not much evidence on your upper half where I can see you now, but yeah.}
âSo at first it upset me that you would be here as a witness, given our past and what I thought I knew of you. But⌠Iâve been getting the sense that you donât mind my thickening, and might not judge me harshly.â
âIâm truly sorry if you feel Iâve been judging you harshly, no matter what I do or do not think. I strive not to be that sort of asshole⌠or any other sort of asshole, for that matter. Itâs absolutely none of my business, and I hope youâll please resume doing what you want same as if I wasnât here.â
âHmmm, butâŚ.â
âYes, you have a nice one.â
{*Finally* a full smile!} âThank you! Will I be wrecking your viewing if I park it next to you?â
âNo.â {Wish I knew why the hell youâre so flirty all of a sudden.}
She slid her plate and pint glass over first, then moved herself out and back in on his side. Her generous seated soft fat hip spread along with the size of the boothâs bench seat(s) required her to sit intimately next to, and slightly on top of, him.
âThatâs very dangerous, what youâre doing.â
âHow so?â
âStirring my desires, after my having so mindfully shut that part of me down, to avoid more romance fails.â
âWhat romance fails? Seems to me Iâm always seeing you leaving Club Troposphere holding hands with someone of the squishy feminine persuasion.â
âIf always equals twice by your definition, then thatâs correct. And it doesnât last. And it doesnât end well. Remind you of anything?â
âWe were at a trade show and passions flared and there may have been misunderstandings and things didnât work outâ she ended with a sigh.
âNo they didnât. For me with you then, and on this cruise with two other amazing women.â
âThird one has the charmsâ she flirted.
âHow do you people turn your eye sparkles on and off like that?â
âWhich âyou peopleâ? Chunky women?â
âWith all due respect, I donât go for the half-hearted chunksters. Needs to be an all-out *chonky* woman to make it worth my while.â
Leighâs eyebrows went up. So did her left thigh lifted by her leg muscles plus her left hip fat lifted by her left hand, towards the goal of scooting slightly closer to him. âIs a chonky woman anything like a ***fat*** woman?â she asked with a cheeky grin, dropping her left hip and thigh fat atop his right thigh.
âYesâ he replied with a sultry half-smile, studying her expression and her farther below. âHow would you feel about my arm around you?â
âFavorably.â
The mutual passions neither could fully suppress reignited.
Leigh couldnât help leaning into him and nuzzling him affectionately. âAm I chonky enough for you?â
âIâll have to feel you to answer that question.â
âLetâs plan on that, a little later. Right now I want to chonk up with the rest of this lunch and my ale.â
Neither of them wanted to fight losing themselves to loving one another. It was too delicious and comforting a feeling, even if being with the other didnât truly make sense to either of them on most rational levels.
Romance
Apocalypse/Quarantine
Mutual gaining
Paradise/Holiday/Luxury
Indulgant
Romantic
Female
Straight
Weight gain
Wife/Husband/Girlfriend
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