Chapter 2 - bring me real food

Chris reglazed the window with new glass and cleaned up the basement. He wondered how a fox could drag a 50 pound sack of sugar up through a basement window. The drag marks were clear in the sand outside though.

He went back inside the house to wash up in the sink. The site of Emily in the kitchen startled him. It wasn't that she was in the kitchen, though she should have been in bed. It was that she was standing there in her undergarments digging through the cabinets. For a young woman as reserved and proper as Emily, this was not normal.

"Are you okay?", he asked. Emily didn't even register his presence. She pulled out a large jar of peanut butter. She strained to twist the seal and then turned and faced him. "Open it."

"Okay.", he said and took it from her. He twisted the lid and the seal popped. "Give it back to me!", she exclaimed. He reached towards her with the jar and she snatched it from him. She pulled open the silverware drawer and pulled out a tablespoon. She dipped the spoon into the jar and shoved a big spoonful of peanut butter into her mouth and swallowed it. She took another spoonful, and then another, and another.

"Are you okay?", he asked. She turned to face him, "It's mine, you can't have it." She shoved more peanut butter into her mouth, again, and again.

"I am worried you might get sick.", he said. She ignored him, shoving spoonful after spoonful into her mouth. He watched her eat in bewilderment. Granted, Emily had never been thin, but she was always on a diet. She was 5'5 and about 200 or so. The kind of girl that would always be thick. He had never even seen her eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, much less eat it out of the jar. Despite her weight, she always carried it well. She was pear shaped, not so big up top, but wide hips, a big ass, thick thighs and a tummy she always tried to hide. He assumed she was in her early 30s, but she was so private he didn't know.

To his astonishment, she finished the jar. My god, that has to be 3000 calories or more he thought and wondered how she could keep so much peanut butter down. She sat the jar on the counter and started rummaging through the freezer. A moment later she pulled out an old pint of Ben and Jerry's.

She took a bite, "Oh fuck yes it's sweet", she exclaimed. Chris had never heard her swear before. To his astonishment, he saw her reach down and rub the front of her panties as she scarfed down the ice cream. "Fuck, fuck...", she exclaimed she started to tremble all over. Her whole body writhed and shook, then she composed herself and turned to him. "What are you staring at you pervert?"

"Are you okay, you...", Chris started to ask. "This fucking healthy food she gets, I want real food, good food do you understand?", she asked him.

"That who gets?", Chris replied.

"Go to the store and bring the food I want. Now!", and Emily threw the empty jar of peanut butter at him.

"Okay.", Chris said and turned to leave, feeling almost embarrassed.